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Ghostly Interventions
WHO: Tommy Shepherd
WHERE: Peanut Party Greenhouse, Around the Peanut Party and Glitter Food
WHAT: Plant dealing, Ghost hunting
WHEN: Early May, Mid May
WARNINGS: None
I. They Aren't Mars Potatoes But They're Something
WHERE: Peanut Party Greenhouse, Around the Peanut Party and Glitter Food
WHAT: Plant dealing, Ghost hunting
WHEN: Early May, Mid May
WARNINGS: None
I. They Aren't Mars Potatoes But They're Something
Listen, where else would you look for a Tommy while in space these says? Sure, the ships are way larger than the old ones, but they still impart a sense of claustrophobia to him. So he stays busy. And today that's tending this little piece of Earth.II. It's A Jumpscare Sort of Night
That's the best part about the ship greenhouses. They've been secure from the storms. Which means he can plant familiar things here. Which is why he's walking through hip high corn right now, his hands roving over it as he smiles to himself.
Perhaps this is one of the happiest alone moment's he's had recently. So when someone walks in he's smiling broadly.
"Hey, grab that basket over there. I need to harvest some of this corn. Gonna make it fresh for everyone who comes back from their adventures. Maybe roast it by a fire."
Sometimes you just need the quiet of a good view, and for Tommy tonight that was the Deep End. He sat watching the big window into the water area, longing for fish, nursing what absolutely looks like a pina colada. It's a good night, a good drink, and all is so far right in the world.III. Ghost Hunters In Space | On Either Ship
Which is of course when the unsettling thing happens. A noise, something rattling behind him. A brief flash of faintest purple beside him. The speedster leaps to his feet and whirls at superspeed. Only... the light is gone. What the hell? The bottles still rattle and he turns to them and they're still.
"Turbulence in space?" he wonders before turning back to his table. And...
"Where the fuck is my drink?"
He looks around and turns back to find it sitting on the bar. How?
"What the fuck?"
Enough was enough. Tommy was tired of jump scares, spooky shapes in the distance, and wailing forms that made no noise and looked like Wanda. He was tired of all of this bullshit. Which was why he was in the area of the ship's fountain, chalk in hand, writing a series of letters really big on the ground.
"Gonna solve this one way or another, spooks. And then you're being banished back to wherever souls go. Without taking me with you."
Don't mind him and the chain of garlic around his throat, or the bundle of sage, and the incense and candles. He's not the magic user but he's seen enough magic done that he's got theories of how this all works. So maybe he can make it stop.
III. Ghost Hunters In Space
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Yeah, he was jumpy.
"Tony! I'm trying to do an exorcism or whatever. Ship's haunted!"
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"It's not a perfect ouiji board but it will let the spirit communicate. And it's got to be a spirit. It moved my drink Tommy. Faster than I could follow. That's not really possible!"
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"Dude, Mojo kidnaps people from Earth too. Don't pretend that's weird. And ghosts are real. That isn't a question either. Hell, vampires are real. My brother has literally teamed up with Blade. Soooooo, still waiting for proof it's not vampire ghosts. As for things moving, it moved faster than I could perceive, Tony. Not even a flicker of it starting to fade, no light sparkles, nothing. That's fucking strange."
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Feel free for Tony not to have understood any of the first talking paragraph
"That's so bullshit," Tommy rolls his eyes. "Spirits are real, Tony. Geez, we know souls are real. How is ghosts hard for you to take? Also that's literally a geiger counter. That's for measuring radiation. Are you expecting uranium electrical breakdowns?"
Yes, Tommy knew what a geiger counter was. He was a specialist in disaster response heroics after all. And since the greatest issue with nuclear related problems is length of exposure, he was a great go to when the properly suited to it people weren't around.
Of course Tony then goes on to explain what he's doing and that's annoying and maybe Tommy shouldn't have tried to blurt out all of that at speeds so fast that probably even a dog couldn't have heard it. Dammit.
So he takes a deep breath and tries again.
"Seriously, what do ghosts, or technical glitches, have to do with radiation," he says at a human pace of speaking.
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"I didn't put it at the top of the list. Ghost, yes. But garlic in case. But, come on, if you don't wanna try my way, show me what your tech is gonna do then."
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Temperature fluctuations haven't hit him as hard yet.
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And Tommy raised an eyebrow at that. Why was Tony here and not there then, if he thought the temperature was messed up? Could it be Tony was unnerved by all of this? Scared even? Too bad Tommy wasn't able to admit than himself, just like Tony wasn't.
"Fine. If you give me a few minutes here to see if I can get the spirit to talk, we can go do your thing next."
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"Ghosts aren't dating material," Tommy dismisses as he finishes scrawling his alphabet. Then he sits by it with his big hand made pointer.
"Come on. It takes two. Get over here, science guy."
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"I did not agree to being involved," Tony pointed out to ensure no one got the impression that he would be doing anything he was told, even as he carefully perched DATA on the edge of the fountain where he could keep watch while Tony did something humiliating on his knees. Even while down there, he kept his hands raised daintily, like touching any of this was some kind of contaminant to his logical sciences. It takes two. Flagrantly baseless.