GHOST EVENT BACKDATED [AUDIO]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Hey, everyone, it's Drift. Um, something's... come up? I guess? It's probably not a huge deal, but uh...

[He sounds juuuuust a bit out of it, y'know like in the way someone who is terrified out of their mind might sound while trying to play it super cool at the same time. Man he is trying so hard to sound completely unbothered right now.]

Ah, well, the place Wing and I are staying is kind of completely surrounded by restless spirits. Is there a way to shoo them off, or are the angry souls of the prematurely departed now a permanent fixture here?

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[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Ah... well, I guess it depends on who's calendar you're talking about. Come to think of it, I'm not entirely sure how long I've been here. Not longer than a year if we're talking Earth time. At least I think so.

[Sorry he is not helpful.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Oh. Sam puts a hand to her face, laughing at herself.]

Prrrobably should've specified that to start; I'm sorry.

[At least she takes it in stride, moving on readily.]

And I'm thinking; maybe we should detour, hit the Pantry first.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Can do. What do we need there?

[And Drift starts for the Pantry because he's so HELPFUL]

[10_20_15_5_50]

More salt, more fennelseed? If the ghosts follow you to the Library and it doesn't already have some sort of deterrent arranged, it might be an idea to scatter more of the same... if there isn't some staff objection to our making a mess.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Maybe we could just throw it around outside? Or would they still be able to get in? I have no idea how this all works...

[10_20_15_5_50]

We should try that! I don't know if it will work, but we should still try. And take notes on this shit, because I have some ideas about what's working, but they're based on hearsay stuff.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[HEY lets pull up to the Pantry RIGHT NOW. Drift opens his door so she can hop out]

Sure, why not. I like trying new things.

those new things don't usually involve ghosts, but you work with what you're given, right?

[10_20_15_5_50]

[This is probably the most exciting trip for groceries Sam is ever gonna get; she steps out and steps back so Drift has more space to transform, nodding.]

You and me both. Who knows? This might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, even if it's starting with a ghostly gongshow.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift transforms back into his robot mode and looks over his shoulder. plz dont follow them ghosts 8(]

Well, bonding over a common problem isn't a bad way to make friends.

[10_20_15_5_50]

I don't think there are many bad ways to make friends. Cooperative toolery, maybe, but beyond that...?

[eh; she shrugs]

I dunno; I'm an optimist. And of the opinion that it's going to be nice to make this an actual project with another person.

[Seriously, though. Researching ghost lore/superstitions, and then using the empirical approach to ascertain what's actually accurate? Pretty cool, even if the circumstances are kind of unfortunate. Drift seems like a pretty okay dude.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[She seems so chill about this. REALLY it's kind of helping Drift relax a little.]

If I can manage to stop being so freaked out by all of this, it could even be a fun project. This sort of this is pretty fascinating.

[10_20_15_5_50]

[It helps that this isn't the crisis it could be---if the salt/seed mix can keep a space clear, Drift at least has the sanctuary of his apartment to retreat to if the situation takes a left turn. It also helps that Sam is naturally a pretty chill person, though her having seen some shit certainly doesn't hurt.]

It is some freaky stuff, and I know I don't know you well, but I think you will manage. It's just kind of a lot to deal with dumped on you, so the reasonable reaction is like 'what, what even.' By tomorrow you will probably feel a little bit better about all this, even if the prospect of dealing with another day of this seems pretty nnn now.

[Have a pat at your ankle, bud. It's the best she can do at her height.]

We'll make it fun. In my own humble opinion, hauling ass over here was a good first step for that.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I think I can deal with it. This isn't the worst thing I've ever been through, just the creepiest.

[Daw ankle pats. He appreciates it.]

I'll have to give you more rides in the future, huh?

[10_20_15_5_50]

What's the second creepiest?

[Is it rude to ask? Maybe, but it's hard to avoid wondering what this whole deal has dethroned.]

Well, I don't want to sound like I'd just expect it, but I would like that very much.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

That would have to be... Oh wow, I can't decide. It's a toss up between that sparkeater getting loose on the last ship I was on, or landing at Delphi and dealing with that rust plague.

[Nah it's not rude, and Drift welcomes the distraction really.]

It's no problem. Driving's what I'm built for, after all.

[10_20_15_5_50]

If I ask nicely, will you tell me just what transpired with these things...?

[It's been some months, sure, but she is still not over talking to alien robots about strange stuff. Amazing Stories has got nothin' on any of this.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I think that can be arranged. They aren't really happy stories, but they ended well. Ah, for the most part.

[hey that works out, Drift has millions of years worth of stories]

[10_20_15_5_50]

I see. And I should say you don't have to feel like you've got any obligation if you'd really rather not, but if you are honestly game? I can't help but be curious.

[it is a big, weird world; better to be informed]

I also can't help but be glad to have you with me this time around, because you should see the bulk bags of salt. I could lift one... maybe. Fennel first?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Definitely game. We'll have to make a day out of sharing stories or something.

Hey, I can carry all of it for you. That sounds like a good place to start to me.

[10_20_15_5_50]

That sounds like an excellent plan. I hope you don't mind questions about everything.

[She offers a shrug, and a little chuff of laughter.]

I was trying to do the polite thing and split who carries what, but that works just as well and I will not complain.

[What she does do is nod and start for the herbs and spices.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Ask as many questions as you want. And really, you're doing me a favor. Carrying stuff is the least I can do.

[shit yes HERRRRRRRBS]

[10_20_15_5_50]

First question: Are you one hundred percent sure you won't regret saying that someday?

[Having been in only hours earlier, Sam goes straight for what remains of the fennel, hurrying a little because there's this sizable difference in STRIDE LENGTH.]

It's less a favour and more a basic decency thing because calvaire, there's some stuff nobody should have to deal with alone. Spooky stuff especially.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I'm about ninety eight percent sure.

[Drift tries not to walk too fast. Youuuu humans and your stubby little legs]

Spooky is putting it lightly, I think. But I really appreciate the help.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Ninety-eight percent is better than I expected. That number's probably going to go down.

[She shrugs, mostly joking, and slows to stop in front of the fennel.]

De nada. Though now that we've got this... [Yeah don't mind her just loading up with little sacks of fennel seed. Roughly eight pounds? Roughly eight pounds. Gotta leave some for whoever comes next.] ...if you don't mind carrying more than the salt, I'm just going to get you to carry me, for practicality.

[Stubby little legs aren't the problem; too-long legs are the problem.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift just chuckles and leans down, lowering his hand so she can climb into it]

Not a problem. Where to next?