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Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin (cause we're speaking in tongues)

the seance meme

Everyone loves a good seance! For more than thousands of years, from all ends of the earth, humans have been trying to contact the dead, seeking anything from answers to vengeance to closure. Every culture has a different way of doing it, sometimes the people making the contact are genuine, and sometimes theyre just getting your money.

Who are you trying to contact? Why? Will you get the answers you are looking for?

Or are you going to find your credit card missing?

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc in the subject.
2. The first person is either the spirit or the person making the contact.
3. Reply to other comments and play a scenario out!
4. Don't anger any spirits!

ORIGINALLY POSTED BY luuupin @ allmymemes

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[One ghost, ready for summoning!]

( info; obscure canon tl;dr - he's the attendant at a weird twilight zone welcome to nightvale type gas station. it is, coincidentally, routinely haunted. open to seance'ing or being the seance'ee; alternatively, perform one together and summon Something Weird. )

Edited 2021-09-02 23:22 (UTC)

( Oh wow, a Jack, you are AWESOME. :D

Would you be interested in playing with either a)a sociology professor who's passing through the gas station and totally interested in helping the attendant with a seance since he might be dead in a few days anyway or b)Jack accidentally summoning a digital data being/sorta ghost onto his phone/computer/handheld gaming system/whatever might be most applicable? )

Edited 2021-09-03 02:56 (UTC)

( AYYYYY you know him! I'm so stoked.

Both of those sound absolutely fantastic. I'm not sure why, but a sociology professor trying to wrap his head around this whole thing sounds hilarious to me. I'm totally good with either, though! )

Edited 2021-09-03 03:11 (UTC)

( I DO! One of my absolute favorite r/nosleep stories. Also, this dude is a big weirdo so the idea of these two weirdos interacting is hilarious to me for some reason so I'm in the same boat. Also I am good with script or prose style! )

"...So the cowboy in the men's room has nothing to do with the haunting? What did you say the manifestations were again?"

"No. No, that's just the bathroom cowboy, that's. Unrelated."

Every once in a while they get somebody like this. Jack's seen ghost hunters, hippies, psychics, and any number of people come into the gas station to try and solve the greater mysteries of the universe. He's generally tried to tell them that they probably won't even be able to solve how the electricity's still on at this point, but for whatever reason they all seem to think he's joking.

This is different. This is something that makes the hair on his arms stand up sometimes. This doesn't feel like something that came from the gas station so much as... came to the gas station. It's intrusive, it's wrong, and - to quote Jerry - 'friggin creepy'.

"It's, um. How do I explain it..." a pause. "Have you ever felt the creeping sense of existential dread reminding you that life is finite and that nobody truly knows what comes at the end of time to swallow up the universe, but that there's a reason humanity all has the inherent sense that it's somehow dark... endless... blackness? Well, it's... kind of like that, but if that were a face that sometimes starts whispering with at least three different voices simultaneously."

"He does seem friendly enough. Your haunting sounded a little less benign."

The professor -- he'd introduced himself as Ooyama -- strokes his chin thoughtfully. In all honesty, this isn't his usual area of interest. But at this point ghosts and curses are becoming more and more interesting to him, as they are now inextricably linked to his current investigation. And what better time to look into this sort of thing than now?

Not that he wants to die before he can fully test his theories. But he can't deny that he's done unwise things for curiosity.

"Hmmm." He seems to really be giving that question thought. "Some of that sounds familiar, but not all of it. And not in three voices. It does sound unpleasant, but maybe it's only trying to communicate unpleasant truths?" Jack would probably prefer it if it did so somewhere less likely to drive off customers, though.

Edited (i accidentally a word) 2021-09-03 04:32 (UTC)

"Nnnno, I don't think so," Jack decides finally, shaking his head. "We get a lot of people that come in to communicate unpleasant truths. Also, a lot of... not. People. This is something different."

He could kind of handle the annoying tapping jerk that showed up after Tony died, unpleasantly pointing out how meaningless and insignificant a single human life was in the grand scheme of things, while sneezing out orange cockroaches all over his desk. This feels a little less like a lecture from a busybody nonhuman entity and more like a...

Threat.

"I'm pretty sure it's feeding on the part time employees. One of them lost ten pounds and they're an inch shorter. The other one just... cries. Like, constantly. All the time. I don't even think she realizes she's doing it, it's just a constant stream of silent... weird... tears. And it might just be me-" God knows there are plenty of reasons why it totally just be him imagining it, "-but I think one of the voices belongs to the crying girl."

Edited 2021-09-03 05:53 (UTC)

(He doesn't believe in ghosts, spooks, or horrors despite his daddy being a psychic. Definitely the normie non-believer)

[ sullen teen ghost who'll humor your seance ... but she's not the only person lurking in this house. ]

[ Almost guaranteed to work if there's a ghost to be had.

There is the small issue it may be a hostile amorphous monster that devours you and your family but hey, what's a little bloodshed in the name of the paranormal sciences? ]

Edited 2021-09-03 00:21 (UTC)

[ summon a ghost, get a demon instead? or maybe drag dante on a halloween goof for fun. who knows.

cross-canon and cross-medium welcome. ]

[Let this soft young man summon you. I beg you. You may even possess him. As a treat.]

Like. Did someone just wake me up?

[ There is the ghost of a cheerleader standing on the table. There is blood on her forehead and seaweed tangled up in her hair and draped around her body like some kind of burial shroud.

She looks around the room, shivering even if she is far beyond the concerns of such things as body heat. ]

I'm just. I'm tired. I want to go back.

[Oh. OH!

...Oh wow it worked. This was not who Ryou was trying to communicate with but...it would be rude to snub any spirit at all, so he, uh.

He kind of stares for a moment? A real ghost...this is...AWESOME!!!]

Ah! I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to disturb you--well, I was trying to summon a spirit, but I didn't expect it to actually...work this well?

[Absolutely masterful, Ryou Bakura.]

You did a good job. I was sort of in.... limbo?

[ Annie looks down then frownbs and looks up at him. ]

You need to be careful. You drew the lines a bit funny. If I was malicious I could have pulled a nasty prank.... but mostly I'm tired. You pulled me out of a loop I have to repeat.

[ She pauses to stretch her arms, looking Ryou over while she does so. ]

We're not in my old stomping grounds. How'd you.... how'd you manage that?

Hey, I know what I'm doing! I don't understand where I went wrong, but it couldn't have been my lines!

[Said like someone who has done this plenty of times before! Don't you come in here and tell him how his circle looks, ma'am, he totally got it...

...A little...wobbly on one side.

He sighs. He couldn't have been that tired, could he? Sheesh.]

...I'm sorry. I was trying to summon a different person, but I do appreciate your discretion in this situation. I guess I did make an error. It must have caused me to pull you from...ah, wherever you came from.

Please forgive me. If you don't feel comfortable here, I'm sure I can send you back.

[Despite his first outburst, the guy seems pretty nice otherwise. Ryou's just really into the occult.]

Are you sure?

[ Her brows go up as she questions Ryou. He wasn't after her so ending up here is weird. ]

Don't feel too bad. I'm.... I can't move on. You basically did the spiritual equivalent of giving me a coffee break.

[ She considers and just squats down to sit. ]

Anyone special you were trying to talk to? Old girlfriend? Boyfriend? Come on, dish. Not like I get to gossip anymore.

[You kinda got to be browsing the shelves in the very back of the metaphor to stumble across this spirit. Very old, very high fantasy, very imprisoned in her vessel... So the end result is a sword in a belted sheath physically manifests, possibly on whatever surface, possibly hanging in midair and immediately falling with a clatter.

It's not a big sword, and despite the canon art the canon description is that sheath, belt, and hilt are worn but very plain and sturdy-looking. There may be a sense as of delicate, barely-perceptible probes touching Ryou's scalp, but that could be anything. Nothing more will happen.

Unless he touches it.]

[Instead of a ghost there is just a gust of wind carrying the sound of someone singing a lonely song in a language that sounds similar to Arabic. The gust of wind swirled into a small cyclone before settling into the form of a small white gryphon about the size of a house cat.

It tilted it's head to the side with an inquisitive chirp that slowly sounded more like a human voice. The voice sounded scared and hesitant as Arrakis tried to remember how to speak.]

W-where am I?

[~~DO NOT SUMMON.~~

Summon you coward.]

[ In Annie's big chaotic energy defense: she was left unsupervised. That and she knew she had a bead on the person responsible for so much pain and death.

It was just that after she figured it out she realized that there would be no justice in the lofty halls of law and order. He had covered it up too well for the local cops to properly uncover and had fucking gas lit her and behind her back, made people question her mental state.

That fucker had to go down. She decided if anything she could ask her lost friends what they thought. The simple ritual was easy to put together. Just have one final chat with the girls. ]

Okay girls. I know you. I know you and.... whatever is out there is listening. I just want to talk. Maybe get advice on what to do. I'm.... sorry I didn't figure it out until now.

[Annie wanted a friend.

Annie got the exact opposite of a friend. In fact, he's pretty annoyed to have been summoned at all, how is this even possible?! But...if he's going to be yanked somewhere he doesn't want to be, might as well raise the ambiance.

She gets one (1) creepy, subtle experience.

He materializes behind her and speaks. Minimum effort, maximum annoyance.]

Wrong number.

I believe you meant to reach someone else, but since you've invited me in...what exactly do you want to talk about?

[Look. This...whoever-he-is will be the best nonliving entity you'll get, woman. Take advantage, because as soon as you bore him, he's gone. He has work to do!]

[ Annie jumps and nearly knocks down a few candles in the process. She turns slowly and just sort of blinks at the ghoulishly pale figure behind her. Something just sort of pings on her senses like too much white noise from the radio.

It hurts somehow. ]

I figured out why my friends died. The guy Megan told me was a creep and a crappy boyfriend? She was right.

He. He killed her and the others to use their souls to fuel a spell he wanted to use. I figured it out, but I can't convince anyone he murdered them. He covered it up and convinced people I'm.... mad with grief.

I don't know what to do. Megan would have an idea. Katie might give me a hug.

[The spirit seems amused that he'd successfully startled her, and crosses his arms as he listens to her speak.

Oh. Haha. He knows about using souls to fuel spells. He knows very well about souls and vengeance and all the things in between, such as blatant manipulation of a situation, in order to give yourself a more favorable position. That's what she's saying happened to her, hm?

Perfect. Perhaps he won't be bored then, and his landlord gets to spend a happy day of blissful normalcy.]

Well.

I'm certainly not going to give you a hug, but perhaps I can offer you an opportunity here. Here's your idea: Steal the power and use it against him.

[See? He's helping! Why hadn't she thought of this before?]

[ Because... using the souls of your dead friends for power is kind of icky?

Annie however ponders it seriously because maybe after stealing the power Dylan has tried to take for himself she can get her ~~revenge~~ justice for her friends?

What would be a fitting end? Take his soul too? ]

No offense, but I'm not hugging a goul..... but I think taking the chance you're offering makes way more sense. After I utterly crush him under my foot I can.... probably like, release their souls so they can move on. Right?

[ If you really want to summon her... ]

( probably the person making contact, but i'm happy to play it either way! )

[ Something, somewhere, somehow, went wrong. That's the gist of it. There's no complicated explanation, or deeper meaning as to how he ends up materializing in this room, slowly beginning to form into this incorporeal shape with no legs. There's nothing profound about what's happening and he knows it by the time he makes his appearance.

His "host" died, and in the brief few seconds he was untethered, someone fucked around with the land of the dead and pulled him here, preventing him from continuing down the line of inherited hauntings.

When Joey forms in front of Bokuto he had already figured what happened, because time is weird when spirits are involved and he had time to both consider his circumstances and be annoyed by them. Thus, his expression is mostly flat, though his lips quirk as he adjusts his ghostly hat — because he can do that, before flattening down his tattered spectral suit. ]

You've gotta be kiddin' me.

[ He sounds more annoyed than anything. ]

[ There is a gap between what has actually happened and what Bokuto thinks has happened. What actually happened is this: Bokuto walked into an occult shop, purchased a candle to commune with the dead, brought it home, recited the incantation, and lit it. What Bokuto believes happened is this: he wandered into an odd shop with some friends, found a nice spelling candle, brought it home, sounded out the weird words on the package, and lit it.

In other words: he has no idea why there is suddenly a spectral figure in his bedroom.

Bokuto, unglamorously glad in sweat pants and a loose t-shirt, gapes at the ghost. The match pinched between his fingers continues to burn slowly toward his fingertips. ]

WHAT?! [ And then he flails, snuffing the match with the sheer force of his waving arms. ] A HOLOGRAM?!

[ … Well, what else is he supposed to think? ]

A holo—what?

[ He sounds confused and agitated, but he doesn't await an answer, even going as far as holding up a hand to silence any explanation that may follow. He doesn't want to waste any more time, which is already kooky enough when dealing with spirits and the other side. ]

Never mind. You better have a damn good reason for summoning me and you better be ready to put it right, got it?

[ If the spectral shape responding to his words was supposed to put Bokuto at ease, it utterly fails. He continues to flail, backing up several steps in the process, simultaneously stuttering out, ]

S-summoning? You mean…

[ Then he slaps his hands to his cheeks. The charred match smears soot across his skin; he doesn't notice, too buys peeking through his fingers at the figure. ]

YOU'RE A GHOST?!

[ Joey winces. Why were the living always so loud?

His hands come up.]

Keep it down, will ya? I know I'm already dead but that doesn't mean my eardrums aren't taking a punishment.

[ Yeah, turns out the dead still feel pain, even if it's not real. Being a spirit is overrated, turns out.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Judging by your shock, you either did this completely accidentally or you thought it wouldn't work.

[ How does he have the worst luck both in life and death? ]

[A rather upset ghost of a formerly chill man, killed by a sabotaged invention. Not that he necessarily knows that.]

[The spirit. Comes with two options!
1. Pulled from the Underworld, you'll need some amount of blood (any will do), otherwise, as per Ancient Greek necromantic thought, you won't be able to understand him/he won't be able to speak.
2. Haunting Troy. Might some with come danger, not because Paris himself means ill, but he'll be practically suffused in and choked by miasma from not moving on. (Poisoning both himself and the surroundings, basically.)]

Edited 2021-09-03 11:40 (UTC)

[ A grim reaper who'll be torn between the schedule she has to keep while on the clock and her love of gossip that makes her eager to dish on afterlife business. ]

[ the (vengeful) ghost ]

[Could be the one being summoned, or the voice of reason trying to prevent the séance.]

[Literally made for this meme. He doesn't even have to do anything special. Come talk to your friendly neighborhood junkie medium~]

[Accidently summoning the Devil is too cliché to pass up.]

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Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin (cause we're speaking in tongues)

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omg those are still up?? :D i bought all 3 books off amazon

YEAH MAN i just discovered the audiobooks and now I'll never unhear them for Jack's voice tbh

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