#asktheredheadedfeline

[asktheghosthost]

YOU READY FOR THE HM MOVIE THIS COMING UP FRI?! :D Also I apologize for sending the rp message 3 three times in the Tumblr message: I type too fast!

No need to apologize!

I'm really excited. My husband and I are going tomorrow. There's a theater near us doing an early screening. I'm planning on going in my Sally Slater dress. If I don't chicken out at the last second and just wear an HM shirt instead.

I'm just hoping for a good story, and I'm pumped to see these characters and this place that I love so much up on the big screen again technically.

I may write a review, not sure yet. I'm also trying to be mindful when discussing new films right now. I very much support the strikes going on, and I don't want to do anything that could be in any way detrimental to those efforts.

[askthebrokenones-fm]

Hannhson didn't see Flashlightman sink back down Sinclair,"Alright Fla--" Then she stop mid sentence seeing Sinclair and not seeing Flashlig

@asktheredheadedfeline

Sinclair paused, raising an eyebrow at Hannhson. "Huh? Oh. You don't...?" He snorted, glancing away quickly before his glowing irises focused back on her. He didn't have his glass eyes, so all that stared back were pinpricks of light in empty sockets.

"I'm Flashlight Man, Hannhson. That's all."

[theheadlessgroom]

"Well I was going to take a nap then a fake version of my---" Before Hannhson could finish her sentence Randall covered her mouth what Hannh

@asktheredheadedfeline

How did they get past the charm on the door?! Randall thought to himself in alarm, as he once more drew the iron fire poker and took a few swings at the approaching Fae, who drew back at his swings, as he got between them, Hannhson, Ezra, and Sally.

"You are not welcome here!" he called out, trying not to let his nervousness show in his voice, trying not to let it quiver as he kept the poker pointed at them warningly, hoping that if he kept them distracted, it would give Leota a chance to banish them all. "You are not welcome on the grounds of Gracey Manor-leave this place, and never return!"

[theheadlessgroom]

"They did ask for my name because I was being pretty rude!" Hannhson told him what she didn't say she told EZRA's name instead of hers!, "Bu

@asktheredheadedfeline

"...Fairies?" Madame Leota echoed confusedly, looking from Hannhson to Randall, who tiredly nodded, saying, "It's a long story, ma'am, but the short of it is that I managed to get Miss Hannhson free and trap them in the fake room they'd made. It's got an iron charm on it-they won't be able to get out."

"A wise call, Master Pace," the fortune teller smiled, at which Randall turned a touch bashful, before she replied, "I'll make sure to clear them from the house, and strengthen the protective charm around the Mansion. I never anticipated the Fae of all things to come calling, but it's a blind spot I appreciate you telling me of."

"Glad to help," Randall replied, adding, "I'm just glad no one got hurt-it doesn't seem like the Fae know any of our names, so I think we're at least safe on that front."

[theheadlessgroom]

When Hannhson went to her room when she opened the door instead her bedroom it was woods which she walked into and grinned shutting the door

@asktheredheadedfeline

Something felt...off to Randall. He couldn't put his finger on it for the life of him, but whatever it was, it was making his ectoplasm crawl, and try as he might, he just couldn't shake it. Something in his undead heart compelled him to grab an iron firepoker, brandishing it like a weapon, and so he set off to find Hannhson, determined to check on her.

[theheadlessgroom]

It was during the spring of 1978 in New Orleans not one of Hannhson's season but kinda favorite season to do her favorite thing in the world: Gardening!To do some gardening in her butterfly garden in front of the Gracey Manor to make the whole place nice and even put butterflies plants around every grave outside the grave to make them look nice instead sad and disappointing!But Hannhson did hear rumors going about fairies living in her garden which made her laugh: "Yeah.Faries existing in my garden sure sure!They only exist in fairy tales!" Hannhson laughed,"Or Ezra made it up to get up the whole manor worked up!" She laughed,"Probably!" She began as she stood in front of the garden with her things!

As she pulled weeds and put them in the bucket and planted new butterfly plants and pulled out the dead ones and removed the old dirt and put in new dirt to put in for the new butterfly plants to grow with water.When Hannhson got done gardening make her gardening things disappear with her magic and walking back inside that's when she felt sick but when she saw Phineas she smiled that's she saw Randle,"Oh hey." She began: "Hi Hannhson!" Phineas waved to her!

"You don't look so good!" Phineas frowned at her being worried for her leaving Ezra's and Gus's side.

"Hello, Miss Hannhson," Randall greeted with a small smile, before admonishing her (if gently), "Don't be making fun of the Fae again-they won't take kindly to it, and might make themselves known in the worst possible way, y'know."

[theheadlessgroom]

Hannhson took a seat at the long table in the ballroom where the other ghosts we're sitting at,"How's Emily doing by the way?" Hannhson aske

@asktheredheadedfeline

Randall smiled tiredly as he watched Hannhson bustle about, practically bouncing around, her infectious energy making him chuckle as he leaned back in his seat, tilting his head down over his eyes-the crisis had been averted, life (or something like it) was returning to normal in Gracey Manor, and he was glad to just settle down and take a little nap-in his opinion, he deserved it.

[erika-de-claire]

{Starter for @asktheredheadedfeline }

Starter Call: https://www.tumblr.com/erika-de-claire/687147500394741760/starter-call

Erika had heard whispers of a potential new haunt entering the mansion, but she hadn’t anticipated that she herself would end up meeting them so soon. Often times the ghost girl would typically wait for the excitement of welcoming a new ghost into Gracey Manor to subside before she introduced herself, not wishing to overwhelm any new haunts any further.

So what were the chances when she had just finished brewing herself a cup of tea in the kitchen and approached the mansion’s sitting room, that she spotted a very unfamiliar, redhead ghost in that very room- one whom she could only assume must be the new happy haunt she had been hearing so much about. As much as the ghost girl would like to be quiet, the sound of a beating heart filling the room upon her entry did little to hide she was there, and so, Erika did what she knew best, putting on a polite, pleasant smile as she approached the stranger.

“I don’t believe I have seen you here before, did you move in recently?” She asked politely, breaking the silence before holding out a pale white hand to shake, her smile seeming much more genuine now as she allowed herself to make a proper, formal introduction.

“My name is Erika De Claire Pace….and you are?”