Constable George Crabtree (
19centconstable) wrote2012-04-21 08:35 pm
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Case #49: Video
[George makes his way through a dark hallway, his comm held in front of him, filming and illuminating his face as he walks. The result isn't quite night vision, but it's similar. It is 2am, and George speaks gravely, but excitedly.]
My name is George Crabtree. I have always believed in ghosts, because my aunt once...well, it's a rather long story, involving my uncle and a jacket, and I will recount it some other time. I am currently aboard the...spaced station whose name I can not pronounce, which appears to have gone into some sort of lock down. Approximately one hour ago, I found myself plagued by a feeling of unease, and a series of unexplained voices, so I have set out on a quest in the hopes of capturing what I have heard on my communicator. I am joined only by my fellow Barge inhabitants who chose to disembark at this port, although I am not entire sure whom that is or where they might be. I can only hope that they do not creep up behind me in the dark, as that would be terribly startling. Nevertheless, I vow to spend the entire night traversing these highly active paranormal hallways. With any luck, I will capture some sort of irrefutable evidence of haunting, and in the process have a rollicking adventure. ...Perhaps, some kind of "ghost adventure"...
[George smiles at his own ingenuity, but a sound from off-screen causes him to freeze, and breathlessly ask:]
Ohmygoodness. What was that?
[George is wandering the station's hallways. Feel free to contact him via comm, or run into him in person and become part of his raw, extreme, Barge Adventures. TALKING LOUDLY.]
My name is George Crabtree. I have always believed in ghosts, because my aunt once...well, it's a rather long story, involving my uncle and a jacket, and I will recount it some other time. I am currently aboard the...spaced station whose name I can not pronounce, which appears to have gone into some sort of lock down. Approximately one hour ago, I found myself plagued by a feeling of unease, and a series of unexplained voices, so I have set out on a quest in the hopes of capturing what I have heard on my communicator. I am joined only by my fellow Barge inhabitants who chose to disembark at this port, although I am not entire sure whom that is or where they might be. I can only hope that they do not creep up behind me in the dark, as that would be terribly startling. Nevertheless, I vow to spend the entire night traversing these highly active paranormal hallways. With any luck, I will capture some sort of irrefutable evidence of haunting, and in the process have a rollicking adventure. ...Perhaps, some kind of "ghost adventure"...
[George smiles at his own ingenuity, but a sound from off-screen causes him to freeze, and breathlessly ask:]
Ohmygoodness. What was that?
[George is wandering the station's hallways. Feel free to contact him via comm, or run into him in person and become part of his raw, extreme, Barge Adventures. TALKING LOUDLY.]
Spam
Frost starts creeping up the walls along with the smell of human blood. And some nice cold fog.]
Spam
Is...someone there?
[Air-conditioning is that you?]
Spam
[The voice comes from NOWHERE. And when I say nowhere I mean Arthas is around the corner.]
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Spirits? How did you know my name?
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[The spirits sound like they might barely be keeping a straight face.]
Spam
Perhaps I can help you with that. Whom have you been wronged by?
Spam
[Heavy ice walls slam down at both ends of the hallway and the temperature drops rapidly.]
Spam
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[He's never really been good at keeping a deception up for long.]
Spam
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You're ridiculous.
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Are you messing with me right now?
Spam
[George swivels in his direction.]
Oh! Mr. Arthas. Hello. I don't believe I've mussed anything?
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