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[doctoregonspengler]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop | Pieces on a chessboard

When Egon had left the nautical museum the night before, Ray had been waiting for him at Ecto-1. He had taken the time to update his friend on what had happened in the brig of the ship, and Ray had told him that he would look into ways to help the apparition. He had originally insisted on coming with him the following day, but Egon had refused. None of them had liked the idea of him returning alone to a haunt. But he was resolute, telling them to trust his judgement. The museum had closed an hour before he'd arrived. He'd had to pull a few strings with the staff to allow him in without the Harrington's knowledge. They were almost too happy to comply and the doctor had the feeling that Harrington may not have been that well liked.

With his briefcase in hand, he walked up the gang plank of the ship and paused. He didn't want to have to go back down to the brig, but he didn't know if it would be presumptuous to walk right in to the captain's quarters. He didn't have his PKE meter with him so he wasn't sure where the officer would be. After a moment's deliberation, he knock on the door and let himself in.

No one was in sight and he scouted the area out. Spotting the tea table near the harbor-facing window, he opened his briefcase and set up the chess set he had brought with him. He sat down on the side of the black pieces and waited, watching out of the window at the water. He didn't know how long he would be sitting by himself, but he was patient. He would wait as long as the ghost needed.

[flighty-sparrow]

Jack knew his luck would eventually run out and he'd end up captured by the Royal Navy -- it wouldn't be the first time it happened to him. He always managed to escape somehow; however it did not seem to be the case this time. He had a headache and felt weak, signs of a tropical illness creeping up on him.

Soon, he had found himself throwing up into the bucket in his cell, with fever and muscle aches setting in. He knew what it was. Dengue fever.

,,Fuck," he muttered weakly, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve. This was bad. This was very bad.

How on earth is he going to escape now, when he couldn't even think straight?

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[sixba]

Gotta give Simba's Dad and various verse Dads some love today!

[sillymuses]

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"Hhhhmmm. Eh??" He's taken out of his show watching as he hears an abnormal amount of noise. Well, abnormal amount right in front of his doorsteps! The little irken marches his way over to his window to see what on irk is going on here.

"What's this?!" A person is on his lawn! Unhappy with what he sees, Zim opens up the window and shakes his fist. "Hey! Hey! Hey! BEGONE! Leave my lawn at once or face the wrath of...MY GNOMES!! They know no mercy!"

[vitalphenomena]

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"Augh—"

Stolas stumbles onto a barstool. He searches, instinctively, for a menu—though he knows he's just going to order whatever red wine will get him drunker the most quickly, or perhaps even liquor straight, though that never really ever goes well...

...but when does anything ever go well, for him? He might as well lean into the chaos. The discontent.

Something else occurs to him as he makes eye contact with the bartender. It's not one of his usual servants—he is not in his home.

"Where—am I?"

[awkwardcourage]

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Hughie needs to stop telling himself that things can't get worse, because they can and do. Always. His life goes from one type of hell to another, always a new experience of misery. Even now, as he's hiding away in his apartment, he can't escape from the outside world.

Someone is knocking on his door. From the sounds of it, they're trying to knock it down.

Hughie crawls out from under the covers and opens it just a crack. His eyes narrow in a glare immediately. He could have done without seeing anyone today, least of all his insane boss's boyfriend. "What?" he asks, his voice an irritable snap.

[heartthrobxhook]

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Its been a few months since James had join the Jolly Roger's pirate crew and also fallen into a relationship with her captain. For Killian though he didn't think much of it more than a fling and providing pleasure to one another. It took a few nights together for the former commodore to learn the ways of intimacy with a man, but just as fast as he fell into pirate life he had become a very passionate lover in bed. Killian could play either role but what got him off best was when James took control, manhandle him a bit and order him around in that delicious fine accent that was perfectly suited for pillow talk. What the captain wasn't aware of that these nights together were so good because James' passion was fueled from his heart and a deep love growing with their time together. He hadn't even noticed that James had pretty much moved into the captain's quarters with him at this point, it had fallen into routine that the englishman would be at his side when he climbed into bed every night. Be it for sex or simply going right to sleep in each other's arms, it had just become how the way things were now and Killian was happy.

Their plunder was quite the large amount that it was slowing Jolly down. It was time to make port and sell the stolen goods. Into proper cloths and cleaned up to look like the crew of a merchant ship rather than pirates. Killian changed and gathering the forged paperwork for the dock master he glanced over to the other who was combing his hair back to put into a neat ponytail, the scraggly beard James had recently trimmed and neatened.

"As good as you look as a pirate I've almost forgotten how fine you look as a proper english gentleman." The younger male commented with a grin as he admired James for a moment before he resumed stuffing the ship's manifest of cargo inventory into the leather parchment folder along with the forged documents. "I believe this is everything Mr. Smee will need and I think they're just about finished weighing anchor and docking. Almost ready, handsome?~"

[ibit3u]

The Fledgling

It was a cold, rainy night in New York City. Just how Skylar liked it. There was a sense of comfort that came with rain. Comfort…something that was so alien to him, and yet he found it in the strangest places and things. Anything other than people. People were nothing but a food source to him, walking blood bags waiting to be drained.

He’d been at his usual bar, a dump of a place but it always drew a crowd. A certain type of crowd. Misfits and goths, those desperately trying not to fit in with society. They were the gullible ones. Easy to fool into a false sense of security without even needing to thrall. All it took was charm.

Tonight wasn’t any different as he soon left the club with a young woman, leading her down a dark alleyway promising her it was a shortcut. She was too drunk to question it. He lay the charm on thick as well as the flirting and soon had her pinned up against the wall, kissing her. He could hear her heart thudding, hear the blood rushing and pumping through her veins. Those lips trailed to her neck and he wasn’t even gentle as the scent of blood overwhelmed him and he acted on pure impulse, sinking fangs into skin and taking what was his.

Her screams went ignored. He didn’t even bother trying to keep her quiet, not with the thumping club music blaring. No one would hear her.

No one.

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[desperatehattricks]

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"Wasn't aware I was in the company of gentlemen. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He readjusted his hat, wearing his buttoned down jacket to look particularly fancy at best. "I can say the only Captain I've ever met was the kind brandishing a hook."

[roidesvoleurs]

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❛ Y'ever get tired of bein' de fun police, m'nsieur? ❜

[elxgantcaptain]

💀  ( thought this a lovely way to break the ice and say hi! )

Starter call

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"PASS OUT THE ARMS! GET READY TO FIRE YOU SCURVY DOGS!" The red-coat Captain yelled loudly at the crew as they were being boarded by the remarkable ship. Hook recognised its make, exceedingly British, in other circumstances he would admire it and the proper values of the men aboard, but those days had long since gone and he was a pirate and these were navy men.

Mr Smee quickly handed out the guns and all hell began to break loose aboard the ship.

Captain Hook drew his sword and waved it dramatically with a flourish, eyeing what seemed like a higher ranked man who stood before him and grinned devilishly.

[magneticrage]

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"You will look the other way if you know what's good for you."

[arachnaemboss]

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   “AMID  THE  HOSTILITY  THIS  world  bringeth  forth,  do  such  comforts  become  scarce.  Mine  territory  it  is,  in  which  thou  shalt  find  some  of  the  normalcy  thee  as  commonly  seeks't.”  Avid  warrior  of  the  sea,  now  forever  stuck  in  hot,  dry  land:  what  good  does  your  mind  serve?  The  seas  of  Greed  would  offer  no  amount  of  solace,  and  it  is  here  only  where  you  will  find  some  use  for  your  intelect  and  skills.  “Hast  thou  yet grown  ACCUSTOMED  to  thy  body  and  its  heathen  powers?”

[vyrulent]

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He wasn't aware of her secret. James may have read her novels, but he wasn't aware that there had been a certain ghost that may have inspired such a plot. Lydia had never told him that she'd agreed to marry a ghost nor had she told him that she lived in fear of the day that said ghost would return to ask for her hand in marriage.

She felt him beside her. She felt his arm snake around her middle and felt his breath, his foul breath...

With a start, she jumped from her bed. Heart thumped in her heart like the stampeding of a wild herd. He wasn't there. It had only been a nightmare.

Lydia reached for her pills. Shit. Only three left. With a shrug, the remaining pills were downed with nothing but saliva to swallow them with.

James didn't know what bothered her, what terrorized her at night. He wasn't aware that there was another ghost that haunted her in a way that no other ghost had ever haunted her.

Stepping into the hallway, she searched the dark halls of her lonely New York apartment. "James... you awake?"

[sillymuses]

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"Who dares to disturb Spectra Vondergeist while she's...uh..." Don't say napping despite the fact she's very clearly just woken up.

"...Terrifying the innocent!" Totally saved it.

[sixba]

"Don't bite me, that's rude"

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Simba merely remained quiet and stared at James. So what if he bit him? It was a more a nip if anything. The cub was getting overwhelmed with all the boredom during the conversation between the Commodore and the potential trade partner for the British Royal Navy. With a slight pout, Simba padded off deciding that exploring the office would be better instead.

First stop? The bookshelf. He padded over to the lowest shelf pawing the book spines from their places and made quite the little hiding nook for himself as he waited along with a mess. But that didn't deter the boredom. No, he wanted to bring things back too. So the cub wandered around the room picking up small trinkets that he could get his paws and teeth on bringing them back to the shelf to play with while James continued.

He'd been told that he shouldn't talk before they entered on account of fear and intense interest from the other party for selling the cub so Simba was basically left to his own devices for entertainment and temporary communication. Gnawing on things that he'd found seemed to be a next fun step though...

"Wonder what these things are."