Who Ya Gonna Call?

Alvin Foley || 30 Ghost Hunter If there's somethin' strange in yo neighborhood, who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS! If there's somethin' weird an' it don't look good, who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS! I ain't afraid o' no ghost!

[lester-thesupernaturalfreak]

"Oh right, Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean… It must have been neat being raised by a ghost. Not everyone can say they had that experience." Lester followed close behind, trying to peak in front of the man so he could see the ghost. "That sounds like it would be fun, and I wanna hear the stories. As many as you have. I haven’t met any ghost at the cemetery yet." Lester stopped when Alvin began talking to the ghost, he didn’t wanna mess anything up so he stood and tried to watch from a safe distance. 

[ghosthunter-alvin]

"It's a pretty crazy experience. My mom would usually flip out but I was alright with it. She thought I was nuts." He said with a laugh, rolling his eyes before listening to what else Lester had to say. "Well here's your chance, man. I meet them all the time. Maybe, on my next call, you can tag along?" He asked, holding out a hand, palm up, to the ghost. The ghost started floating towards them, a soft moan coming from him to show he was rather depressed. "Hey, buddy. What's goin' on? Mind tellin' my friend an' I? We just wanna help ya."

[callan-litley-blog]

Eye: One of our muses has walked in on the other naked

At the community pool, Callan was in the dressing room, fixing to change into his trunks. He’d called out a couple times, and listened for anyone there — but he seemed to be alone. So he took his time getting ready, making sure he had carefully packed his regular clothes in neat piles in his backpack. He turned, and then realized something.

Where had he placed his swim trunks? He reached out feeling along the bench, the floor, everywhere. But he couldn’t find them. Callan was about to give up and just put back on his street clothes when the door opened, and his head shot up.

Crap!

Callan was still stork naked, and he sighed, blushing hard, knowing there was no way around this. He waited for the other person to round the corner, say something, for everything to get awkward.

"Oh — Uh, hey Callan," A familiar voice called out. It was Alvin, the crazy ghost hunter whom Callan had met earlier. He’d never forget that voice. The blind man wasn’t sure if he was relieved, or even more mortified that it was a friend who had found him. Cheeks bright red, he uttered out a casual hello, trying not to look as awkward as he felt.

"Did you leave your swim trunks by the door, cause I found these. They are green and red—" Alvin was caught off by Callan stumbling over the bench, snatching the swim trunks away with a struggle. 

"Yeah. They’re mine. I guess they fell out… or something. Thanks," Callan answered, pulling them on, face still red as he kept his head down.

But then the two burst into laughter. What was a few naked asses between friends, anyway?

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Connect: Our muses are talking by video call

It was rather hilarious, the face Alvin was making as he waited for Callan to answer the video call. They were in different towns, seeing as how Alvin had to ghost hunt back home for a bit thanks to the full moon, but he knew that he'd be back to visit his friend. With his tongue out and his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he heard the call answered and started waving his arms at his sides.

Callan's laughter was heard as someone described what Alvin was doing on the screen. "You're such a dork." Callan said, causing the ghost hunter to laugh before looking to the screen. "You can't see me but I'm waving." He told him, knowing that his friend would smile. "How's everything on your end?" Alvin asked, picking up his cup of coffee to take a sip.

"It's going great! My book's being published and should hit the shelves soon." He said, smiling a bit brighter as he sat next to the person telling him what Alvin was doing.

Alvin smiled brightly, holding up his mug in a congratulatory manner. "Awesome, Cal! I can't wait to read it. I know I'll be the first in line for you to sign it." He told him, hoping his friend would seem a bit excited.

"Sure, Alvin. I'll be sure to write how much of a dork you are." Callan joked, laughing a bit before settling more into the chair. "So, how's the hunting business back home? Doing well for yourself?"

"Kind of, it's not as exciting as I'd like it to be. I mean, it's mostly spirits and their are so fucking many of them! I had to tackle an entire library and then a mansion for those things." Alvin mentioned, smiling as he looked into his cup of coffee. "I kinda miss being back there with everyone. I know I'm almost done here, though."

"Awesome! When you come back, we'll go out and have a crap load of fun!" Callan offered excitedly, causing Alvin to laugh softly before looking back up to the screen. "Sounds like a plan."

Then, just as Callan's friend was looking at the screen, a ghost walked right behind Alvin and Callan's friend screeched in fear. Stumbling away from the screen, she screamed out "GHOST!"

Alvin turned from the screen to look and see what was going on behind him. Callan raised a brow, curious as to what was going on. "Hey, Al? What's going on?" Alvin smirked, turning to look at the screen while looking to both of them. "It's just my dad. I am at my childhood home so it's not surprise she saw a ghost, especially since I was raised by one."

"YOU WERE WHAT?!" The woman screamed, clutching her chest. "My dad, I was raised by him and my mother even after he passed away." Alvin explained, feeling a bit sheepish. "Hey, Al. Bring him to the camera, I wanna talk to him." Callan said, hopefully being able to convince Alvin to do so.

Alvin smiled, waving over his dad who sat in a chair next to his son. "Hello..." Alvin's dad's voice echoed in a usual ghost's tone, a smile on his face. "Alvin's been tellin' me all about you."

As time passed, Callan talked to Alvin's dad while his friend seemed to finally warm up to the spiritual being. Alvin smiled, holding his dad's hand to show that he cared about him. This call started out boring, then suspenseful, now...it was ending in a moment of curiosity and happiness. It was bliss.

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

Flame: Our muses are building a fire together

"Alright, cool. Now just dump that last cinder block over there," Asher said, gesturing to the last corner of the pit they were making. Pulling off the work gloves, he grinned at the man before laughing. "This…this is gonna be epic, I swear!" He laughed again, dumping his gloves off on a lawn chair as he walked across his back porch to grab the charcoal bags. 

"Oomph," Alvin muttered under his breath, letting the heavy cinder block fall into place. "What are we making, anyways? When you said we were cooking over fire, I kinda thought it’d be marshmallows or burgers or something," he called out to Asher as he walked off. Alvin eyed the huge pit doubtfully, wondering what the fairy had in mind. 

Alvin was busy adjusting the blocks a bit so they were perfectly in line when Asher showed back up with the bags of charcoal. “That’s a lot of charcoal,” he said, watching as Asher opened up a bag.

"Yeah, man. It’s gonna take a lot of charcoal to roast a whole pig!" he said, laughing aloud as he started pouring out the first bag of charcoal. "A…A what!? A pig? You’re joking right?" Alvin asked, looking at Asher in surprise. "Huh? No! A whole pig. It’s gonna be awesome and taste delicious," Asher promised him, tossing aside the empty bag. Seeing the human’s look, Asher shrugged. "What? It’s not like I’m serving you stuff in it’s own shells."

"This is different!" Alvin, shaking his head a few times. "I can eat a pork chop. I can eat bacon. I can eat ham. But I can’t eat an actual pig. It’s face would be staring at me the whole time with it’s little eyes-Oh my God, you’re not going to make me eat it’s face, are you?" he asked nervously, fretting to himself as Asher dumped the last of the coal into the pit.

"What? Alright, you need to take a breath, bro. Calm down or something, Alvin," the fairy said. "This is gonna be awesome and no, you’re not gonna eat anything out of a pig’s head," he said, picking up a bottle of lighter fluid and squeezing liberal amounts of the liquid over the coals. Lighting the charcoal on fire, he stirred them around until the fire started to die down a little. "In a few hours time, you’re gonna be thanking me for making this," Asher said with a grin.

~~Later that evening~~

Asher grinned across the table at Alvin, laughing between bites of his food. “See? What’d I tell ya? Delicious, right!?” he said, popping some pork into his mouth.

"This is so good…That poor little pig…," Alvin said, not stopping his eating even as he was mourning the loss of the pig.

[nixonprice]

Nixon sat at table at the library reading a book. He looked up to see who was standing in front of him. “Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there. Did you need something?”

[ghosthunter-alvin]

With a massive stack of books in his arms, Alvin wandered through the library while rearranging some of them. They were not in order and it was causing the neurotic part of his personality to twitch with irritation. Moving to place the books on the table in front of a man he hardly noticed, he scrambled to the bookshelf with the books that weren't in order and started to reorganize them. When the man spoke, he responded absent-mindedly. "Ju-Just...one sec. These books..." Sticking out his tongue to the right a bit, he finally got them in order and slumped in his stance in relief. "There. Everything's in order." He said softly, walking back over to the man and smiled in a friendly manner to show he wasn't too crazy. "Sorry about that, what did you say?"

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Haha, what, these?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as he fluttered his wings. "Naw, I got these under control. Ghosts, huh? That’s pretty cool? You some ghost hunter or something?"

[ghosthunter-alvin]

He watched as the wings fluttered, slowly reaching over to touch them. "Yeah, I'm a ghost hunter...but I love anything supernatural. Your wings, though, are pretty." He said, looking to Asher with an excited smile. "I'm just a human. Nothin' special about me, really."

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Nah, it’s no big deal, you know? Sometimes, people just know stuff they’re into. I’ve been into cooking since I was a kid, so I’m gonna know some stuff," he said with a shrug. "But alright, cool. I can keep the shells away from you," he promised, holding his hand out for a shake. "I’m Asher Gibbs, but you can just call me Ash."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Seeing the hand, he reached out and shook it roughly in excitement. "Pleased t' meet ya!" He said with a laugh, letting go and looking to the man. "Awesome. And I'll be sure to tackle a ghost, spirit, or poltergeist that comes near those pretty little wings of yours!"

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"What? Oh wow, man…I guess I’m just used to hanging around a lot of food nerds," he said, shaking his head with a laugh. "It’s not cream bruleys, it’s creme brulee. And the ramikins I was talking about are the round dish things," he added, still laughing a bit. "I’m gonna steal your megaphone and rant about cream bruleys."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

"Well shit!" He said with a laugh as the other corrected him, blushing a bit in embarrassment. "I'm usually the smart one and you just jumped over my head easily." Alvin complimented, shaking his head and looking back to the man. "You can always borrow it, man. Just...don't serve me lobster shells and we'll be square. I'm Alvin, by the way. Alvin Foley."

[alexjamesboyd-blog]

[ghosthunter-alvin]

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

 ”No, see…That sounds insane. Who’d do that?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Look, bro, it’s good. But I know if you tried to order it outside of the shell in a restaurant, the head chef would get pissed,” he added, shrugging a bit though he grinned at him. “Wait, are we still at university or something?” he teased him.

[ghosthunter-alvin]

"All of it sounds insane!" He exclaimed with a laugh, shaking his head. "Why not just show me how to make it, serve it to me in a fuckin' round dish thing that cream bruleys come in." Alvin offered, chuckling a bit before looking to his feet. "No, but I'll fuckin' do it. Proclaim my hate for vicious killing of lobsters!"

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Uh…yeah? A lot of recipes have things going back into other things," he shrugs since he doesn’t find it a big deal. "It’s just how t’s traditionally served. I’ve done it in ramekins before, but it didn’t have the same taste."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

"Do you understand how insane that sounds?! I mean, imagine someone taking a cow, cutting out it's insides, scrambling them up with egg and brandy, and serving it to us in the head and torso of the cow! God...that shit better taste fucking amazing or I'm going to take my megaphone and rant about it."

[lester-thesupernaturalfreak]

Lester’s excitement grew as he stood up, he followed behind the man quietly nodding his head and silently reminding himself to whisper. “I’m right behind you.” He mused. “That’s awesome, your dad’s a ghost? My parents don’t believe in the supernatural or ghosts, so they are constantly telling me I’m foolish for wanting to find some. But I know they’re real, I’ve heard so many stories. I want to befriend one, that’s why I work at the cemetery.” 

[ghosthunter-alvin]

"That's not awesome! He died, man. That's not cool." He said softly, looking to the ghost as he tried to make sure he stayed calm. No one wanted to deal with a frightened ghost. "I have so many stories. If you ever want to meet a ghost, you can come over and meet my dad. He's friendly and stuff. I do some work at the cemetery, though. I bring gravestones back to their rightful place." Alvin offered, finally getting to the ghost and watching as he stepped from behind the tree and towards them. "Hey, we're good, my friend. We just wanna talk to you and get you to rest peacefully."

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Sorry, but I can’t help but judge when it comes to food and cooking and all that," he shrugs and grins at him before scoffing and laughing. "Not gonna lie, it’s pretty evil to cook lobsters but they’re tasty enough to look over that. But yeah, man. It’s food? You take the meat, mix it up with some egg yolks and brandy, stuff it back in the shell and cook it. Bonus points for burnt cheese on top."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Wait WHAT?! They stuff it back into the shell?! What kind of insanity is that!

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Wha-microwave meals? Man, you need to look at your life and look at your choices. Those things suck."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Hey, now. Don't judge a man. I work long ass shifts with my business and it's hard to have time to learn to, what, cook lobster thermidor? What is that even? I get lobster but what's the thermidor part? It sounds vaguely sexual and kinda...evil.

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Nah, it’s not like that. The people behind the show, they do all this testing and stuff to make sure the weird ingredients can still work with the other food. Like one time, for the dessert round, they had to use beets, goat cheese, some crystallized ginger, and some quick-cook oatmeal. Some of what they came up with looked rank, but there was this one dish…God, it looked amazing…Haha, sorry, I’m probably rambling."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Really? Beets? ((He said with a chuckle, giving a soft shrug.)) Well, that doesn't sound so bad. But, to be completely honest, I can't cook for shit. I just eat at the diner a lot or some microwaveable meal or whatever.

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"One of the best cooking shows ever, man! You get these three chefs, right? And surprise ‘em with this basket of ingredients and they gotta make something tasty using them all."

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Okay, so...they give them baskets with ingredients. And they use them to make dishes. What if it's like, squid tentacles and, fuck, I don't know...Root Beer and ghost peppers?

[cafeteriafraiche-gibbs]

"Uh. I kinda just binge watched a few seasons of Chopped. It was still light out when I started…"

[ghosthunter-alvin]

Oh, man! I've done that with Ghost Hunters! Wait...what's chopped?