private contact (Foolish Mortals Archive)

[yourghosthost]

If you'd like to reach the Ghost Host, simply calling for him will do the trick. An omniscient presence, he'll be sure to appear before you as soon as he's available.

Comments are screened for privacy. A good Host never reveals his guest's secrets.

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[folkscallmewander]

[Some time after meeting Mr. Host, comforting WALL-E, and seeing a dead body hanging from the ceiling, Wander is back to his usual Wander-y ways and walking around the first floor like nothing had happened.]

Hellooo. Mr. Host? Are you around?

[Do ghosts have offices? The attic that he mentioned might be it.] You got a bell or somethin' we can ring to talk to you?

[yourghosthost]

[and up from the floor he floats up, like a weirdo, dusting his jacket off.]

Simply requesting my presence will do for now.

[folkscallmewander]

Woah! [Wander stumbles backward and holds his arms out while he regains his balance.] Hah, you really surprised me there! I just have a couple questions for you.

[kindaruledatit]

[So this lovely... Thursday evening, Wendy's parked herself out in the stretching room. She's curious, very curious.]

...Hey, ghost dude. Are you there?

[she chooses, for the moment, to focus on the stretching painting of the woman balanced over quicksand.]

I mean, said you would be. You are the host and all... I guess.

[yourghosthost]

I would certainly hope so.

[he's casually chilling by his corpse, arm slung over the body's shoulder, with another holding a wine glass full of ecto cooler. he floats down to greet her.]

Is there something that you require, my dear?

Sunday Week 2

[folkscallmewander]

[When Wander was boiling the peaches for peach lemonade, he made sure to make extra for the Ghost Host. What wasn't mixed into the lemonade had spices mixed into it - cinnamon and nutmeg and everything that would be fit for a new friend.

He empties a bottle of barbecue sauce into the sink and removes the label before pouring in the cooled drink. There. Even without wine bottles, he can make do. He takes the gift to his room, grabs a jar of the paper stars he made that week, and shouts at the ceiling which standing by his bed.]

Ghostave!

[yourghosthost]

...Yes, Wander.

[drifting downwards from the ceiling. fine. yes. he is here.]

[thetimebomb]

[After her conversation with Wander on Monday, Sylvia realized that it probably couldn't hurt to at least talk to GH for a bit, even if she liked solving problems with her fists more than her words.

When she's alone in her room that night, she decided that she might as well try it now.]

Yo GH! I got questions!

[She knows she probably doesn't need to try to be threatening, but old habits die hard.]

[yourghosthost]

[wow. that's. something. excuse him if he drifts up from the floor like a creep.]

Yeeeesssss?

I'm sorry she's Mad

[ilovepuppies]

[Once the shitshow that is the first trial is over, Star kicks in the door to her room and yells.]

HEY! Where are you, you slimy, see-though creepazoid? I know you can hear me!

Good

[yourghosthost]

Yes, Ms. Butterfly?

[creepily poking out of one of the walls]

After the second motive

[folkscallmewander]

[At the end of the day, before he goes to bed with Sylvia, Wander closes the door to his room (it's only temporary! He'll leave it open again for the night) and stands by his desk holding another sauce bottle with a homemade nonalcoholic drink.]

Ghostave? [While the gift is important, the priority is to continue working on befriending the Ghost Host.]

[yourghosthost]

I'm almost growing fond of the name.

[kinda slides on in here, it's fine]

backdated before the older Anna was found dead because I forgot

[outsidethecircle]

[Anna wasn't happy with the ghost host but there was still something she needed to ask him.]

Um, sir? Can I have a watermelon?

[yourghosthost]

[just. deadpan.]

That's it. That's all you want from me.

[kindaruledatit]

[It's sometime after the wake for Anna that Wendy comes into the stretching room, a gadget from the slot machine slung over her shoulder. She keeps a close eye on the ceiling.]

Hey ghost. I kind of want to talk to you again.

[yourghosthost]

Present.

[slinking in from the floor this time]

Sunday Week 3

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander doesn't feel like cooking something extra for Ghostave, but after the afterparty, he finds a secluded area in the mansion (Sylvia needs his room to sleep) to lay out a plate of cookies and milk with honey. A folded stationery letter is decorated with flowers, hearts, and "Ghostave" written in cursive.

There's a doodle of the ghost host in the corner.

Wander stands up and looks at the ceiling.]

I dunno if you like warm things, but I thought you shouldn't go hungry either.

[yourghosthost]

[he's not santa claus goshdarnit

still, he's here for this]

You know, you really are far too kind.

Week 4

[whistlenotchirp]

[Jiminy, for his part, never... actually considered that he could call the Host. And it kind of happens accidentally, when he's back at the pool table, angrily make the damn thing as unusable as possible.]

Stupid ghost host and his stupid trials and deaths. Stupid, moronic ghost host and his awful awful pool.

[yourghosthost]

You rang?

[kinda just chilling at the side of the room]

week 4, sunday

[amadeusrockette]

[Julia's not entirely sure how one goes about contacting their host, but she assumes just asking is fine.]

Um, Mr. Ghost Host? I have . . . something I'd like to ask you?

[yourghosthost]

Yes. my dear?

[literally pokes his head through the wall.]

Right after the "motive"

[capulion]

[Kiara isn't actually sure how or where to find him, but she marches herself off somewhere she thinks she'll have some privacy while everyone else is in the Stretching room- so upstairs, most likely, and looks around.]

Hey, Host? Um. Could I talk to you?

[yourghosthost]

...Yes?

[dere he is! right here.]