The Ghost Meme

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The Ghost Meme

Welcome to the meme where the dead meet the living. One of you is a breathing meatsack and the other is a wandering spirit, and for some reason fate has brought you together. Post your name/canon, then use the RNG to pick a scenario or choose for yourself. Multiple scenarios are also totally cool. Blank comments will be damned to wander for eternity.

I. Dead
1. Poltergeist - The afterlife is for squares. You just want to rattle the cupboards and drop buckets of water on people...or something a bit more hazardous.
2. Forgetful Ghost - Dead? What are they talking about, of course you're still alive. Maybe walls aren't as solid as they used to be but you're still going about business as usual.
3. Vengeful Spirit - You've suffered, and you want to make sure everyone else knows your pain. Intimately. Go raise some hell.
4. Unfinished Business - There's something you still need to do and you can't move on until it's finished. Let's see if the living can help the dead.
5. Happily Dead - You don't have any anger management issues or leftover to-dos, you're just peacefully haunting your resting place. Being ghostly doesn't mean being rude.
6. Wildcard

II. Living
1. Ghosthunter - The ghost didn't come to you, you went to the ghost. Maybe you're there to banish it to the afterlife, maybe you're there to film it for a low-budget SciFi channel show. Hold the camera steady.
2. Psychic - You see dead people everywhere you go. It's a gift or a curse depending on how you look at it, but this is just an average day for you.
3. New Resident - Boy, this Victorian house/grubby apartment/abandoned insane asylum sure was a bargain. There may be some slight problems with creaking floorboards and agonized screaming, but it's nothing a little DIY won't fix.
4. Ghost's Helper - For some reason this ghost really needs you. You're the descendent of its murderer, or the only one who can complete the ritual that will set it free.
5. Innocent Victim - You had nothing to do with this. The ghost just really hates your guts. Time to get an old priest and a young priest.
6. Wildcard

Comments

[womanwhobeatyou]

She doesn't turn when she first hears his voice. If she doesn't, perhaps she can tell herself that it is a trick of the wind, that he isn't here, because why would he when the wine remains unopened and she'd slept quite well on the train. But he continues speaking, because to imagine Sherlock Holmes speechless was a task to which even her imagination was unequal.

"And yet here you are," she answers, still looking out over the city, speaking into the wind. "Is it just because you approve of my hair colour?"

[i_favour_you]

"You tell me," he says. "Not that Paris holds any sentimental value for us, mind."

He does step over to the radio, flipping it on in a smooth motion. The music from Vienna, smooth and quietly crisp, comes floating from the inside to the balcony.

"Or does it?"

[womanwhobeatyou]

The music that drifts out to the balcony, spilling itself into the warm night air, is even harder to dismiss than his voice. Her loose grip on the balcony tightens minutely, as if she is grounding herself in the wrought iron rail, on things that are real and solid and tangible. Though she remembers last time that he had been tangible too, the imperfect reflection of her mind.

"It doesn't," she answers. She still doesn't turn to look at him, though she tilts her head ever-so-slightly, as if to better hear the music that shouldn't be playing. "But then that was the point."

[i_favour_you]

"Avoiding?" he says. "Running?"

They're not really questions. He steps out onto the balcony, just a little behind her.

"You're so close, you could almost surprise him in his flat by the morning."

[womanwhobeatyou]

She doesn't have to turn to know where he is, just a little behind her, to the side. She could lean back and touch him, almost. But she doesn't, even though she can feel the weight of him, the presence of him just out of reach. He is saying things she knows. But then, how could he do anything else?

"But I won't."

It doesn't mean she isn't tempted.

[i_favour_you]

"No, of course not," he replies. "But you know exactly what you'd do if you did. Stun him in ways I can not be stunned."

[womanwhobeatyou]

A quiet, wry chuckle. She's laughing at herself, more than at his words. But then his words are in her head, so perhaps there is no difference.

She keeps her attention firmly on the ground below, watching a young woman scurry across a cobblestone street, waving to her fri-- no, her lover. "You wouldn't be stunned if you walked in and I was wearing nothing but a pair of heels?"