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autumnparker:

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“Supernatural events,” she echoed, taken aback and amused at the same time.

Had she considered the idea of the supernatural before? Sure. Did she really believe in it? No. If people who had unfinished business stayed behind, she would have seen her father already. And she had not. Ergo…

But the proposition was still an interesting one. The YouTube aspect, really. Business was slow on the PI side and she needed some free advertising. Plus, she was running low on books from her “to be read” list to read while whiling away the hours in near-silence. She could use something to do, people to see.

But she really, really did not want to do it for free.

“What if I don’t need to prove myself? What if I’m doing just fine with my new business?” she questioned. She wasn’t, but he didn’t know that.

“I do typically have a fee. One that doesn’t have a student discount. I have a seventeen year old boy to feed and lights to keep on. If you can offer something, give me a date and time and I’ll be there. But also… you do know that I don’t actually go to this school, right? Pretty sure that’s a prerequisite for any legitimate membership.”

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“If you need to be paid I got you,” he said with ease. Oz had money, not a lot of it but he worked pretty decent hours as a youth soccer coach and, well, his mom had left a hefty life insurance. They still hadn’t proved she was dead but it was missing for a certain amount of years that let the policy come into affect. Normally his sister was stingy about how they used it, but she didn’t have to know about this.

“How much is your fee, typically? Consider it done. We need some help and I’m willing to bet you need it too. Think of it as publicity for you business. We get some relatively decent traction.”

Oz was shopping to convince her that it was worthwhile to be part of their little team. Having a PI could add some much needed legitimacy to the adventure.

“As far as legitimate membership, well, I think that can be arranged. You did go here once, right? I think we could make it work.”

“So what do you say? Are you willing to do a little digging?”

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williamdeuxfois:

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William was not particularly thrilled to be going on a wild ghost chase yet again.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy getting to research the history of the town in which they lived, both more recent and long forgotten. That was actually his favorite part. No, instead it was one very specific thing that was causing him undue stress in already a highly stressful time.

Oz Tsukiyama was being bratty yet again.

The two had gotten along swimmingly once upon a time - under a year ago to be precise. When Oz had created Unsolved Inc, William had not hesitated to come aboard. He liked to think that his big brain and level head had been useful. Clearly, Oz would disagree.

They had blown up at each other several months back and had been icing each other out ever since. William was determined to stay in the group, if for no reason other than it was the closest thing he had to friends and he didn’t want to hear about group goings-on from his younger brother. But sometimes… sometimes Oz made it difficult.

His harsh words with zero evidence to support his claim that day was just one of a number that had been tossed his way, and though William had been avoiding firing back as best he could, he was tired.

“Since when have I not done my part?” he inquired. “Still haunting would imply a haunting in the first place, which is unlikely as ghosts are not real. But yes. In order to get this group one step closer to official school recognition, I can and will look into Chad’s untimely demise.”

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Their relationship was rocky at the best of time, awful at the worst. They had been maybe best friends once upon a time, getting along in a way that people had not expected. it was like Velma and Fred, two opposites but still somehow cohesive together. At least until their falling out. Now everything was awkward.

Why William stuck around, Oz didn’t know. It made things difficult. Maybe it was his younger brother, maybe it was just spite, whatever the reason it was uncomfortable to say the least.

“You always do you part.” He wasn’t going to gaslight him into thinking he wasn’t useful. It was one of the few reasons that Oz kept him around despite everything. And that he didn’t really feel like kicking people out of the club.

“My question is, why won’t you just accept the possibility that ghosts could be real. One, our audience loves it, two, there are things even science cant explain perfectly. At least not yet. Don’t you believe in ectoplasm and stuff like that?”

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autumnparker:

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If you had told Autumn that upon her graduation she’d get disastrous, life-changing news that would permanently shift the direction of her life, she wouldn’t have believed you. She had been flying high for weeks after she’d walked the stage, planning her next steps in life with the utmost precision. Wake up every day at 6, go for a run, get in shape because Quantico would be in her future…

That was all over now.

It had been a few months and she was now in Connor Creek, doing her best to steer her younger brother toward adulthood while also trying to shove parts of her old life into her new.

She’d always been a curious girl, but she’d buried those instincts until college, hiding them under the façade of an overinvolved, overworked Homecoming Queen. Simple. Happy. Her arrival back in town as a Private Investigator was surprising to some, but excused by others as a logical result of her father’s passing.

If only there was business to be done there. No, in such a simple little town, it was clear that there was even a lack of cheating spouses. There was almost no use for a PI, and she’d had to take up work at the college library to make ends meet (property taxes were no joke).

That’s where she was that afternoon, scanning in returned books and waiting for the ancient computer to unfreeze when she’d felt a presence in front of her and tried to anticipate the questions that might come her way next.

Where is your bathroom? Around and to the left.

What time do you close? 6pm.

Can you help me find… Yes.

Instead she looked up into the face of a man she vaguely recognized and was faced with a fascinating proposition. It took a second, but she could place Oz in her memories - from a high school yearbook, her flipping through the pages of those older than her to see one of her brothers’ embarrassing yearbook portrait. He looked different, but also the same. They hadn’t known each other.

But he’d still sought her out anyway. There was no doubt about it, there were no rumors about her investigative prowess to be greatly exaggerated, so he’d had to have heard the single whisper about her having done a thorough background check on one of the high school substitutes, resulting in their immediate firing. That or he had seen her PI flyer posted at the bulletin board next to the library entrance and put two and two together.

Either way, he was there now. And she would be lying if she said it wasn’t an interesting proposal. Minus the fact that she didn’t do work pro bono, it was something to consider.

“What is Unsolved Inc? And why me?” she asked after a moment of thought, her volume kept just one notch below his.

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Oz lowered his voice again, hopeful to keep things as quiet as possible. Unsolved Inc. didn’t exactly have the best reputation on campus, people calling them a whole slew of things. Idiots and fakes being the nicest of those. But he was proud of his merry band of misfits and he wanted more than anything to prove to everyone that they were worth their salt.

“Unsolved Inc. is a group on campus. We run a youtube channel where we investigate true crime and supernatural events around the town. We’re not an official club on campus. Yet. That’s where you come in. If you help us out there’s a chance we can get official club status.” Which would add some legitimacy to his pet project.

Why her? Well that was a good question.

Truthfully it was out of convenience more than anything. He had seen her flyers and figured she would be relatively cheap compared to another PI. Besides that, he could recognize someone else with a love of mystery. It would be nice to have a fresh face and perspective in the group.

“Because I think you want to be given a chance to prove yourself,” Oz explained. “Just like my group does. And you’re part of campus culture. You could be part of the club, if you’re interested.”

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checkbishop:

Check had spent most of his life with tunnel vision. He had a single goal and every choice he made was to accomplish it. He didn’t know how to live any other way. So when Unsolved Inc. was tasked with The Case of the Haunted Locker Room, he was less than enthused. Dead football players likely did not have the answers that Check was searching for. He didn’t particularly care if the Wranglers lost the state championship because they were afraid of getting booboos while they changed. Buck up. People had worse shit going on.

But. However. Never The Less.

It was necessary to play along. Not only to see what this group of self-proclaimed ghost hunters could actually do when put to the task, but Check supposed doing good things for other people was the type of karmic energy he needed. His life had been tilted indefinitely toward negative juju. Helping out a bunch of dudes with jock itch wouldn’t quite balance the scales, but it couldn’t hurt.

“Ozymandias!” Check rolled up to Oz on a busted skateboard. They had agreed to meet up and head to the prison together in order to take advantage of visitor’s hours. Eddie Drummer had been rightfully skeptical of two randos asking to chat, but if any of the Unsolved members could speak jock, it would have been Check and Oz, and Eddie seemed desperate to tell his story to anyone that would listen.

“King of kings, pharaoh of Unsolved,” Check continued in greeting. “You know, this’ll be my first prison interview. Gotta say, I’m a little nervous. And excited. Horny…?” He squinted, as if considering it. “Anyway, please tell me you have a super detailed plan that you’re gonna divulge on the ride over.”

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Oz waited by his car for Check to arrive, scrolling through his phone’s spotify to see what song that Crushing Monday could do a cover of sometime soon. Sometimes they wrote their own things but lately he’d been a little too busy to get good vibes. Grad school was kicking his ass and the whole ‘interview a legit prisoner who might have maybe murdered someone ten years ago’ was kind of a lot.

He beamed when he saw his friend, offering his hand and giving him a half hug--the kind that guys always gave each other. At least the affectionate ones.

“Checkmate! How’s it hanging? Nice board.” Oz commented casually before gesturing to his car. It was an old beat up Ford with plenty of room in the back that he had definitely used for late nights sitting under the stars and tracing the constellations with his little sister.

“You don’t mind cat hair do you? Luna likes to hang out in here when I drive?”

The backseat was a mess, with bottles and cans and musical equipment. There was an old soccer ball as well that he hadn’t used in awhile. “As far as plants....I figured we wouldn’t accuse him of murder and see how it goes from there? Probably a good way to open up a chat.”

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Oz had held the meeting with the most urgency he could, informing everyone in Unsolved Inc that they were getting a chance at becoming a real school sanctioned club. It had been a dream of his since its foundation and now it was looking like it might become a reality. All it needed was a little push in the right direction in the form of a solved mystery. That couldn’t be too hard right?

They didn’t exactly have any amazing tract record with solving things but there was a first for everything, especially since he had a few ideas planned.

It was just the two of them left in the clubroom now, like it had been when they were younger. Oz tried to keep his temper from getting too heated and his teeth from grinding into nothing. William didn’t deserve to get punched into the earth even if he really really wanted to. They’d just had a falling out. Friends did that sometimes.

Even if this falling out hurt like shit.

“Can you do the research on Chad?” Oz asked with a steadying breath. “See if there’s a chance he’s still haunting? Or are you not willing to do that anymore?”

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If there was one thing that Oz was determined to do, it was get his club, his pet project, his everything recognized as an official organization. When President Lea Fischer had offered it as a possibility upon the unraveling of a mystery? Well what better way to get it all figured out.

And he knew someone that could help. Someone smart, clever, and in need of some more street credibility with their private investigation business. So to Autumn Parker he went, finding her in her usual spot in the library. He knocked once on the counter to let her know he was there.

“Autumn, right? I’m Oz,” he kept his voice lowered, lest someone (including the mean librarian) hear him. “I was wondering if you were willing to take on a certain investigation with me. I’m part of Unsolved Inc here on campus and the president asked if we could figure out what’s happening in the locker room that’s been making all the football players boycott the area. You want in?”

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