#thehauntedoffice

[codenamejudas]

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Concerning. That was the word Judas was looking for to convey his current situation. Seeing as he couldn't conjure it up at the moment though he settled for, "What the hell?" Well, he had to give the place props for excellent interior design. He'd always wanted to upholster his car seats with the same arcade print on the carpet here. Shame there didn't seem to be any cabinets kicking around.

Standing in one spot wasn't going to get him anywhere- literally or figuratively. After taking very quick stock of his surroundings and pocketing one of the pencils that surely nobody would miss, he forged ahead shouting, "Hey! I think I took a wrong turn...uh...somwhere-ish. Anyone here?"

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@the-haunted-office asks... 🔥 - Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I'll say it again; as much as I understand the wave of people who don't want to get involved in drama at all, I think that the tumblr RPC as a whole has started to demonize people who react to being harassed. I'll never ask someone else to join in my fight if someone is getting on my nerves, but I think there's too many people out here who are too afraid of seeing conflict to the point that saying something back makes you, in their eyes, just as bad as the aggressor.

I never want to make this a place for people to feel uncomfortable, and I want for all of us to have fun here. But when there's someone trying to disrupt that fun, I'm not going to stay silent. I won't cause a witch hunt, callout posts, etc., but I may just shout into the void and make sure they hear me.

I'm sure as hell not going to have it be a constant thing, and I too would rather avoid drama, but if you wanna be upset at me for getting upset, then maybe it's for the best we don't interact.

[bvd11975]

@the-haunted-office - james

This exact location had been flagged by the BVD since the incident. An entire office building... gone. They monitored the situation, investigated years ago, but never interfered when the city bullied new plans to rebuild. Only for those to disappear, too. Strange things happened in the world always, but this... this was especially unusual. So many people went missing, an entire structure vanished for seemingly no reason.

And then one day, it just reappeared. The moment it did, her boss ordered her to investigate. She was the face of the BVD and this was a very public case, he wanted her on sight per the orders of the board of directors.

Nestor arrived, briefed herself on all the missing individuals. Personal files locked in her bag, she stood outside the car and eyed the structure. It looked like a regular building, she was curious just what the tests may reveal. But that wasn't her focus, the team handling it were competent. Moving towards the employees of the office building, she noted how few of them there were. Nestor stopped a distance away, observing them and how they behaved. Anxious, scared. Understandable reactions. Yet the majority of them were positioned away from one. A man. Her amber gaze flickered over to him, noting his demeanor wasn't cowering in the same manner. Different. Human? Looked it. Potentially not. Tests would be run on them all, regardless.

Agents were interviewing the survivors separately but he was standing there. The file she memorized said he James Wolfe. A questionable past that interested her more than the others. Naturally, he was also the one left to be interviewed. Her charge, officially.

"Mister Wolfe." She called to him as she approached and stood before him, her eyes watchful. "My name is Agent Avani. Nestor, if you prefer. I'm the agent assigned to you specifically." Nestor greeted, her tone polite as a smile that matched it crossed her lips. Friendly, just enough to pass the average perception of most people.

"Medical said you aren't injured, so walk with me, please." Her hand reached out to his arm but never touched him, merely guiding him in the direction she wished to take him in. Away from the other survivors. She was curious if their reactions would differ or not. "You can take a seat on the bench here, if you'd like." Nestor offered, leading him to a quieter spot in the parking lot. "Are you okay to answer some questions for me, sir?"

[gravevisited]

'Of course I can see you.'

Thursday @ the muse of your choice. x)

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'beetlejuice' (1988) prompts. 🪲

Unlike the last time a breather noticed him, Beetlejuice keeps his reaction in check: he blows his nose viciously into his striped tie, then dabs it delicately underneath both eyes as if wiping away tears.

“Oh! Oh, you have no idea what those four little words mean to me!” Straightening his tie, he pulls his slacks out and peeks down. “Heh. Or do to me, apparently.” He looks up and lets go of his waistband, grave dirt brown eyes unnaturally bright in the fluorescent lights of the office building. Anyone who knew him would know the look on his face is as dangerous as it is conniving. Lucky for him—NEEEEEEEW BREATHER! All he needs now is a good in, and not only would he be back—oh nooo, he would also be the FUCK out of Connecticut!

(Seriously, fuck Connecticut.)

“Babes, you can see me—but can you read?” Okay, it’s a fucking awful Plan A, but it’s worth a shot! Beetlejuice latches onto the breather’s wrist and pulls her hand forward, delivering from his striped pocket everything his grubby hand touches on the way to what he’s looking for. “Mood ring, cockroach, pocket lint—hey, don’t lose that, I’m saving it for later—knuckle bone, Bill Clinton’s cockring—card!” Beetlejuice slaps the card triumphantly down on the top of the pile, looking pleased with himself.

Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse - a name so nice you’ve gotta say it thrice!

“So, babes: wow me! Cannnnnn. Women. Read?” He announces it like the name of a game show and waits with bated breath to see if the breather will take the bait.

Oh please oh please oh pleasepleasepleaseplease….

[un-chained-a]

Timmy is the type of person who often jumps at his own shadow - even though he no longer has a shadow, on account of being a ghost - so naturally when he comes across some being who to him looks like a demon come to take his soul away, he panics and tries to hide... but zipping away and tucking himself right inside of the trunk of a tree. There he hunkers down and waits until he's sure that the being is gone, because he's almost absolutely certain he was seen.

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Narinder blinks when he senses a soul nearby. One who has not passed on, but not quite alive. He sees them, only for him to bolt and hide. Narinder walks on, wasting a bit of time to think the stranger was well hidden. However, he soon goes to the tree trunk and knocks at it.

"I can sense thine presence, little ghost," the god hums.

[stanbeeparable]

There is something watching from the shadows. A pair of glowing yellow eyes may be seen before quickly ducking back into the darkness and disappearing momentarily. Slowly, though, the eyes come back out, blinking. Whatever it is, it seems shy.

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Vimi is doing whatever they do while the eyes watch them. Currently, Vimi is finding out that you cannot unscrew screws without a screwdriver. They're trying very hard, but it just doesn't seem to be working. When they give up, they stand up, and turn towards the shadows. They then see the eyes.

"Whozzat? Who're you? Nice to meet you, shadow eye thing! What's your name? Your eyes look cool!"

They seem to defy all usual judgement of being scared of the glowing eyes in the dark, and instead greet them openly and with high energy.

[narrator-in-training]

Thursday shows up at Office 963 with a plate of home made macarons - and a little tuna cake for Jabal - seeming much perkier than she was the other day. After having a few days to collect herself, she's feeling better and decides it's time to come out and socialize.

"Hi, Soraya," she says, smiling, and presenting the plate to her. "I brought goodies! You like tea, don't you? Well these go great with tea! And this little tuna cake here is for your cat."

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Soraya was not expecting Thursday to read her note, much less accept her offer. So when she heads down to the Office to grab a few toys Jabal left behind when Jamison wanted to play with him, and bumps into Thursday, appearing significantly happier than she last saw her... To say the Curator is surprised would be an understatement.

"Hello, Thursday." She says (with what could be considered hesitance, though she'd never admit it). "It's... pleasant to see you. I would accept your gifts, but..." She nods downwards to gesture to her arms, full of a variety of cat toys. "I am currently preoccupied."

A soft mew can be heard some distance away. Soraya perks up- A rare sight.

“Ah, Jabal must’ve smelt your tuna cake.”

As if on queue, an incredibly fluffy cream coloured cat turns the corner and ambles down to the pair. He mews again, sitting himself at Thursday’s feet.

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@the-haunted-office Doom: Why? Because they come looking for you? Ehehehe.

"Amongst other reasons, yeah, absolutely."