revivalproject | 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

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.

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"Uhhhhh... I mean, I imagine non or less magic people do this stuff which causes problems. Yanno?"

Of course it caused problems. That was how problems happened. People playing with stuff they shouldn't. Don't point out that Tommy's doing the same thing.

"I mean, my family is magic too. A lot of them."

"And you think you can do this without problems?" Keith had noted that hesitation. He was starting to feel wary. Magical family or not, Keith didn't remember Tommy mentioning he had magic powers... just the speed thing.

"Uh...."

Well, no, he didn't know that for certain.

"Yes. I think that."

But he can fake certainty. Sort of.

"Come on, just help, man."

"Me?" Keith was surprised. "Um... but I'm not... I don't have powers like that." Keith was pretty sure a mild quintessence sensitivity didn't count as being able to guide a seance.

"You don't have to have powers to help. Just gotta believe," TOmmy says. With confidence. Like he isn't pulling all of this out of his ass.

"Believe..." Tommy, you were asking the wrong person. Keith was usually a skeptic when it came to stuff, even after everything he'd been through and seen. He took a breath, letting it out in a soft and long sigh. "The last time we thought a ship was haunted, it turned out to be faulty programming," he mumbled, a throwaway line if ever there was one. He didn't even consider the implications as he moved over and gingerly got himself on the ground opposite the speedster. "So... what do you need?"

If he sounded like he was just tolerating this to make Tommy feel better, well.......

Yeah, and it was going to be that now too and Tommy was going to be embarassed. But that was for later.

"Sit down. Help me talk to this thing."

He gestures at his in progress alphabet.

"It's like ouiji boards or whatever they are called."

Sit down... right.

Keith managed to ease himself down on to the ground. He had trouble sitting cross-legged right now, but he did his best. He looked at what Tommy had laid out on the ground.

"I never used one of those... how do they work?"

"Alright, you put your hands on the pointer with me," Tommy says, reaching out to put his fingertips lightly on one side. "And you've got to open your mind to the energy."

This was so not going to work, but damn Tommy believed in it.

Uuuugh... Keith had to shift positions and get as close to cross-legged as he could right now, didn't he? Trying to get settled in a way that didn't put unwanted pressure on his bad ankle was tough, but he got there and was still able to reach the little pointer thing.

"Okay... now what?" he asked. Which, honestly, even if it might have worked, Keith really wasn't open to the energy at the moment. He'd have to have more belief in this working to do that.

"Now you've got to think, right. Open yourself to the energies and the spirits. Welcome them in and tell them you want to talk to them. Then we ask a question."

At least that's what movies said.

"So, like... we just... say it out loud?" Gosh that sounded so embarrassing.

"Yeah," Tommy insists. "We say it out loud. How else are they going to know we're asking it?"

Surely that's how it works. It's how it works in movies.

"Well, I don't know. They're ghosts, right? So maybe they can read minds or something." Keith frowned. "I've never done this before. I have no idea." Cryptids were more his thing than ghosts.

"Alright fine... so... is there some sort of protocol to this? Or do we just like... talk?" He frowned. "Like, uh... Hello? Are you there? Is there anyone here with us?"

He felt ridiculous talking into the air...

"I've never known any ghosts that could read minds. Telepaths, yeah, but ghosts?"

Okay, he's never actually met many ghosts, so perhaps he's just being unfair to them.

"Yeah, we just..."

And sure, he's going to say they can just talk, but Keith's doing that for him. It doesn't sound ridiculous at all.

"Keep going. I think I feel the board thing wiggling."

Which was due entirely to his nervous energy.

"Do you know any?"

Keith looked down at the board, too. Hm. "Are you going to try, too?" Come on, don't make him be the only idiot talking to the air here.

"Last time a ship was haunted for me, it was a glitch in the ship's computer," he grumbled a bit.

"Hey, if you're here, give us a sign or something!" he then said louder.

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