kismet_loop | GHOST EVENT BACKDATED [AUDIO]

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tf: idw | drift (crau)

GHOST EVENT BACKDATED [AUDIO]

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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Oh, osti. Are... they doing much of anything?

Not really? They're just hanging around outsi-OOOH THAT ONE'S GOT HIS HEAD THROUGH THE WALL.

...HI.

[the ghost isn't replying to his greeting 8(]

Well.

I could come over, mmmaybe take a look?

Oh, uh, if you want, it's probably notabigdeal-

[it sounds like a big deal. the ghost is just hanging out in the living room now AIN'T NO BIGGIE.]

ON MY WAY.

And I am so so sorry I move so slow.

Oh, no, it's fine! You don't have to rush or anything!

[That actually prompts an amused little noise.]

You haven't seen me on the move, man.

Okay, fair point.

I'll just. Wait here.

[and hope the ghosts don't eat him or something]

Kay.

[And it takes a bit because there's kind of a lot of hallway between Sam's apartment and the one Drift shares with Wing, but eventually there's a knocking at the door.]

[OOOOOOOOH Drift doesn't want to open the door theirs more BOOGTIES OUT THERE but he does. Come on in Sam. Y'know for someone terrified out of his mind Drift looks pretty damn calm right now.]

Hi, um. Sorry to drag you out here like this.

You don't have to apologize. [Sam comes a few steps inside, adjusting the canvas carry-all slung over her shoulder. Those few step---before she remembers her manners and stops to toe off her shoes---reveal a little bit of a limp; a contributing factor in the time she took to show.] I kind of invited myself out, after all.

Oh. Right, of course.

[Aw and it looked lie she was hurt too now Drift feels like a turd. Well, he can feel like a turd later. He's a little busy getting stared at by a spooooky autobot ghost.]

Do you know what they want?

I'm going to level with you; I've got no idea. [She looks up and spreads her arms, shrugging apologetically.] I was hoping I could do a rough read and see if they really were angry or just restless, but with their being ghosts and all intermingling I'm having a hard time picking any actual information up.

[Wait. Context.]

Off their auras.

Oh, right, that makes sense.

[he's a weird spiritualist hippie of course he gets it. Because he's a loser.]

I guess that means you're not sure how to get rid of them either, huh?

[Loser or not, he's now one of Sam's favourite people for saying it makes sense.]

Yeah, no; sorry. I do know something that's supposed to help, but how well it'll actually work is kind of iffy---never really had the opportunity to test it prior to all this.

[daw buddies A+]

At this point, I'm willing to try anything.

Okay, great, cause this is probably going to sound strange. [She shifts her carry-all so that it's easier to open, pulling out a heavy-duty paper bag that's got some substantial weight to it, its top twisted shut and tied with twine.] Brought a bag of salt, brought a bag of fennelseed, because a mix scattered around an area---especially if there's this third thing, but I couldn't remember what it was---is supposed to be able to dampen hauntings' activity. Unfortunately, there's only so much I myself could haul over here.

[What she brought could almost outweigh a medium sack of sugar, but goddamn; it might just barely be enough for one room in this enormous apartment.]

[damn this kind of shit is sort of fascinating to him. He gets down on his hands and knees to get a better look at what she's doing]

Do you think it'll work at all without the third thing?

[this isn't exactly the tip of an iceberg, but Sam's picked up a fair few tricks, and the others, at least, have been tried and tested]

[She sets the first bag down and then unshoulders her carry-all, taking out the other bag to start picking at its twine.]

I think if it would work with the third thing, it'll still work some without it. Do you have something I could mix this stuff in?

I... might?

[Drift hops up to start rummaging around the place. He doesn't really have much by way of tiny human things . he eventually returns with a shot glass... Cybertronian sized, but it's the best he's got.]

Will this work?

If you don't, it's no biggie; I could use my bag. [Sam offers this helpfully as Drift starts searching, but gives the bot a thumbs-up as he presents the shot glass.] That's fine.

[YAY DRIFT HELPED. He sets the shot glass on the floor next to her and takes a seat, legs crossed as he leans in again to see what neat tricks she has.]

[Sam has some neat tricks, but this... isn't really one of them. Sorry, Drift. Did Wing ever tell you about the bottled-message ritual? That's much better, and its preparation is much more interesting than Sam's dumping first one bag and then the other into the shot glass before mixing the salt and seed with her hands.]

[Once the mix is kinda-sorta uniform, she'll straighten and take a step back.]

If you want to try shaking that around, we'll see if it does anything. Moment of truth?

[Drift grabs the shot glass and hope up, glancing at it hmmm]

You mean just on the floor?

Yeah. It's messy; I'm sorry.

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[audio now I guess]

[IWASN'T SURE WHAT IT WAS i just roll with audio maaaaan]]

[audio to action: now we know?]

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[ACTION from here on out!]

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