Ghostly Interventions

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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

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.

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."

II. It's A Jumpscare Sort of Night

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.

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?"

III. Ghost Hunters In Space | On Either Ship

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.