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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[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.

[yourghosthost]

Do tell, good sir.

[he crosses his arms together, floating lazily.]

I'll answer what I can.

[folkscallmewander]

Alright, so, first. What kinda things do you like? You got anythin' that's good for arts and crafts? I can make you somethin' as a token of my appreciation.

Second, how're you holdin' up over there? Are all your ghost friends hangin' out in the attic while we're all down here? What're they like?

[He holds out two fingers and counts them as he goes through the question. A third finger pops up, but not without pause.]

...It might be a silly question but, is this my actual hat?

[yourghosthost]

...Well, for starters, I appreciate a fine beverage, good conversation and the occasional peace and quiet. That's not something mortals are necessarily capable of providing, though my body has been excellent company to me.

Many spirits occupy the mansion. But the attic is home to one that is more volatile than the others. I would advise not visiting it.

[he materializes a hi-c ecto cooler juicebox, pouring it into a wine glass as he speaks.]

I wouldn't know the answer to that last question.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander nods, especially taking that juicebox-wineglass combo into account.]

Then, is there someone who knows? 'Cause see, this is a magic hat and it hasn't been workin' at all. I tried pullin' things outta it when I needed to, and. [A small uneasy noise.] I can't help but feel worried.

[yourghosthost]

I wasn't the one who brought you here, I can ask around, mind you. In that regard, I will note that virtually everyone who possesses some sort of supernatural ability along those lines is...noticeably lacking them.

[folkscallmewander]

Alright... [Wander's not alright.] My hat's still alive, right? Just not magic any more.

[yourghosthost]

I'd assume that would be the case, though I do apologize for not knowing more on the matter.

[folkscallmewander]

[Okay. Okay, okay, okay. His hat will be fine. He'll learn out who stole its magic. They'll be able to escape. Calm down.]

Oh, and just one more thing. [Wander's eyes point to the wine glass.] Do you only drink ghost juice, or does liquid non-ghost juice work?

[yourghosthost]

Both are fine. I can drink "non-ghost juice", as you put it, but I do also enjoy the occasional glass of ghoul-aid.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander manages to smile. At least he knows what to give their host.] Heh. Ghoul-aid.

[He looks around the room as if he'll get another idea of what to ask. Nothing comes. Maybe he just needs to crawl into bed and relax. There's another day ahead of him.]

Well, thanks for takin' the time to talk to me, Ghostave. I really do appreciate gettin' to know our new neighbors.

[yourghosthost]

...Ghostave.

[folkscallmewander]

Do you like that name?

[yourghosthost]

It's...a name.