Wraya's Roadhouse

"I'm like the embodiment of a safe house"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. Nana's den .◦°⋆⋆°◦✬

If you couldn't guess, mod is obsessed with Supernatural- which means this may or may not slowly start turning into a spn fan account but let's just say it's not for now- Chilleeeee anyways so-

//This may be turned into a RP account if I start interacting with people so I'll put some info in//

Name: Natasha Caelis Wraya (Nana)

Age: 19

Gender: Cisgender, Female

Pronouns: She/her (booooring)

Sexuality: Aromantic/Asexual

Likes: Supernatural, chocolates

Dislikes: Men, eating

Face claim: Deva Cassel

Anons: 🪱 anon

This blog loves:

This blog hates:

FACISTS, RACISTS, ISLAMOPHOBES, HOMOPHOBES/TRANSPHOBES, MYSOGYNISTS, HYPER-RELIGOUS PEOPLE TRYNA CONVERT ME, WINCEST LOVING PEOPLE THAT TRY TO FORCE IT ONTO OTHER PEOPLE. AND HATERS AND FORCERS IN GENERAL.

Also!

This blog may be new, but Mun has been on tumblr for about 5 years now. So if any of the dividors or moodboards look familiar maybe you saw them in the intro posts of my roleplay blogs.

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Hey, kid. It's been a bit. You still doing alright over there?

- @bobbys-emergency-line

"HOLY SH-" Nana trips over her own footing at the sudden voice. She braces herself as she on the floor and slowly gets up. "Oh my god- I am doing incredible- sir- would you like anything??? Please sit down???"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He walked over to go check on her, staring at her for a moment to see if she was alright. "..You'd probably oughta worry about not falling before you see if I need anything, you idjit. Thanks for the thought, though."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"uhh yeah uh- sorry I just- like lost footing or something-" she scrambled to her table. "Would you like to see the case I'm working on right now?? It's the first time I've ever been so widely confused" she almost beamed. Unlike for someone struggling that bad on a hunt.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He was a bit bewildered by her excitement, but chose to ignore it for the moment. "Yeah, I'll take a look at it for you, I oughta know something about what it is."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

She shifts a few specific diary's and articles towards him. "So it's either a vengeful spirit protecting something or something trying to mildly inconvenience everyone they know. 7 families, all worked with this guy names Gordon Fowler. Gordon was, in their words, "a pain in the ass" at the office. And he died of a plane crash. All families? Have household appliances messing up, electrical fires, Storms happening off seasons- and the worst part? No one's heavily injured?? Everyone is just very inconvenienced!" She showed him the last news paper article.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He thought for a bit, taking in the information from the various papers. "Well, he's a pain in the ass in death too, huh? I guess there's always some sorta oddball no matter where you look." After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Snoop around and see if you can get into some of the plane wreckage. There oughta be some more info hidden in the rubble, whether it's an object of his or remains. I'll go with you if need be."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"...that's the thing... The plane caught on fire and none of the parts were reused. Also all his remains were taken out and he was cremated... I don't know- maybe it's another get they have in common?" She sighed.

"This man has no way of coming back to this world... Is it even a spirit at this point?? I mean hes not killing anyone just mildly inconveniencing them... Do we have to take care of him..?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"It sure makes it a lot less important to kill him if he hasn't hurt anyone, but you can never tell when shit will hit the fan. Did he have any objects that were special to him?"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"if by objects you mean a scarf of a woman he loves. Maybe." She pulled a big plastic bag out, it had a scarf inside. "It was more secure than my bank account. Inside a box taped shut which was inside a bag that was inside a compartment hidden safe in his wall." She did a fake smile. "Alongside a gun."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the scarf, somewhat baffled at the high security it had. "..Yeah. We should burn that. If that doesn't work, we'll go from there."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- I have another theory... That's why I haven't burned it yet..." She moves over to show to show empty candy wrappers in one of the victims houses. "Maybe... Our undead- Gordon Fowler... Had something going on with victim number 3's wife... Which makes sense on why victim number 3 had gone on a no contact hiking trip with his friends since the day "Gordon died" and hasn't returned maybe... The body inside Gordon's grave is..." She points at the picture of said victim. "Mr.Smith...?" She turns around to face the scarf again. "I'm thinking if Fowler is alive... He would not enjoy if we burnt something he kept so securely in his house..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the new evidence, trying to find more details. "..Which victims would you say got the worst of it? If the ghost really is Smith and not Fowler, he'll have a damn serious grudge on Fowler and maybe his wife too, if they really had something goin' on. We might be able to contact the damned thing from there if we found a medium to help, too."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"Yeah but... I have nothing on this. Everything is just a theory. Backed by nothing but ideas. I don't even know if anyone is dead or not. How do you think we should approach this?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He rifled through the papers. "I think we need to get more real facts. Too much could go sideways if we ain't prepared."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"yeah... I say I go talk to Smith's wife? Ask if she knows anything?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"She's probably your best bet, she might know other people our ghost knew as well."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"okay so Mrs. Smith it is I guess. Also- could you please help me find out if these guys had anyone else as a mutual? While I go talk to Mrs. Smith?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"Yeah, I'll go out and ask around some of the other people about it. Tell me if there's anything else you need help with."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"thank you, I definitely will"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

You notice a cup of Iced tea on your research table. It's a paper cup and has no names or anything on it, just a paper that says "it's not poison, I swear" and a swab to test it right beside it.

He left it alone for the moment, remaining suspicious of it. He decided to call Wraya first, she's had a history of leaving him things. ...How would she even get into his house??

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"hello?" Nana answered the phone.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"Did you leave me something again? There's a glass of tea left out on my desk sayin' it ain't poison."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"oh- uh yeah! I made some lychee syrup... And kinda wanted to share one of my recipes..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"... That's fine, but how did you get into my house? It ain't exactly easy.."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"yeah- not easy for demons or angels- but for a normal human being that happened to know how to lockpick the door to your basement and then climb up the stairs and into the living room- it's simply elementary... I hope you like it though like-" she stammered.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He sighed. "..Alright. The tea was good, and next time how about you knock before you give me a heart attack?"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"of course.... You weren't so I kinda assumedddddd- sorry..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

You notice a cup of Iced tea on your research table. It's a paper cup and has no names or anything on it, just a paper that says "it's not poison, I swear" and a swab to test it right beside it.

He left it alone for the moment, remaining suspicious of it. He decided to call Wraya first, she's had a history of leaving him things. ...How would she even get into his house??

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"hello?" Nana answered the phone.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"Did you leave me something again? There's a glass of tea left out on my desk sayin' it ain't poison."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"oh- uh yeah! I made some lychee syrup... And kinda wanted to share one of my recipes..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"... That's fine, but how did you get into my house? It ain't exactly easy.."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"yeah- not easy for demons or angels- but for a normal human being that happened to know how to lockpick the door to your basement and then climb up the stairs and into the living room- it's simply elementary... I hope you like it though like-" she stammered.

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Hey, kid. It's been a bit. You still doing alright over there?

- @bobbys-emergency-line

"HOLY SH-" Nana trips over her own footing at the sudden voice. She braces herself as she on the floor and slowly gets up. "Oh my god- I am doing incredible- sir- would you like anything??? Please sit down???"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He walked over to go check on her, staring at her for a moment to see if she was alright. "..You'd probably oughta worry about not falling before you see if I need anything, you idjit. Thanks for the thought, though."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"uhh yeah uh- sorry I just- like lost footing or something-" she scrambled to her table. "Would you like to see the case I'm working on right now?? It's the first time I've ever been so widely confused" she almost beamed. Unlike for someone struggling that bad on a hunt.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He was a bit bewildered by her excitement, but chose to ignore it for the moment. "Yeah, I'll take a look at it for you, I oughta know something about what it is."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

She shifts a few specific diary's and articles towards him. "So it's either a vengeful spirit protecting something or something trying to mildly inconvenience everyone they know. 7 families, all worked with this guy names Gordon Fowler. Gordon was, in their words, "a pain in the ass" at the office. And he died of a plane crash. All families? Have household appliances messing up, electrical fires, Storms happening off seasons- and the worst part? No one's heavily injured?? Everyone is just very inconvenienced!" She showed him the last news paper article.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He thought for a bit, taking in the information from the various papers. "Well, he's a pain in the ass in death too, huh? I guess there's always some sorta oddball no matter where you look." After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Snoop around and see if you can get into some of the plane wreckage. There oughta be some more info hidden in the rubble, whether it's an object of his or remains. I'll go with you if need be."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"...that's the thing... The plane caught on fire and none of the parts were reused. Also all his remains were taken out and he was cremated... I don't know- maybe it's another get they have in common?" She sighed.

"This man has no way of coming back to this world... Is it even a spirit at this point?? I mean hes not killing anyone just mildly inconveniencing them... Do we have to take care of him..?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"It sure makes it a lot less important to kill him if he hasn't hurt anyone, but you can never tell when shit will hit the fan. Did he have any objects that were special to him?"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"if by objects you mean a scarf of a woman he loves. Maybe." She pulled a big plastic bag out, it had a scarf inside. "It was more secure than my bank account. Inside a box taped shut which was inside a bag that was inside a compartment hidden safe in his wall." She did a fake smile. "Alongside a gun."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the scarf, somewhat baffled at the high security it had. "..Yeah. We should burn that. If that doesn't work, we'll go from there."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- I have another theory... That's why I haven't burned it yet..." She moves over to show to show empty candy wrappers in one of the victims houses. "Maybe... Our undead- Gordon Fowler... Had something going on with victim number 3's wife... Which makes sense on why victim number 3 had gone on a no contact hiking trip with his friends since the day "Gordon died" and hasn't returned maybe... The body inside Gordon's grave is..." She points at the picture of said victim. "Mr.Smith...?" She turns around to face the scarf again. "I'm thinking if Fowler is alive... He would not enjoy if we burnt something he kept so securely in his house..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the new evidence, trying to find more details. "..Which victims would you say got the worst of it? If the ghost really is Smith and not Fowler, he'll have a damn serious grudge on Fowler and maybe his wife too, if they really had something goin' on. We might be able to contact the damned thing from there if we found a medium to help, too."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"Yeah but... I have nothing on this. Everything is just a theory. Backed by nothing but ideas. I don't even know if anyone is dead or not. How do you think we should approach this?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He rifled through the papers. "I think we need to get more real facts. Too much could go sideways if we ain't prepared."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"yeah... I say I go talk to Smith's wife? Ask if she knows anything?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"She's probably your best bet, she might know other people our ghost knew as well."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"okay so Mrs. Smith it is I guess. Also- could you please help me find out if these guys had anyone else as a mutual? While I go talk to Mrs. Smith?"

[funstyle]

*cools ur dashboard down*

[wrayas-roadhouse]

“Hello? Anybody there? Heard this was some sort of safe haven. I brought pie.”

- @liketherifle1967

Nana was on a hunt for the past 5 days. Currently at one of her "safehouse" she and a few mutual hunters chose to pay for this apartment and use it as a safehouse.

As soon as she heard the noise. She hid behind one of the pillars and cocked her gun. "Pie sounds good. Depends on who you are?" She prepared herself for a blow or a gun to her head.

[liketherifle1967]

“Wow, I can tell why you’re friends with Bobby. How I even came to know about you.”

Dean walked up to the pillar, hands up, and patted the shoulder of the woman.

“I’m unarmed, by the way. Name’s Dean. Bobby told me about you. Thought we should be properly introduced.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Nana whipped around to meet his eyes, taking two steps back. "Mind taking a swig of the holy water from the table?" She asked, gun still up. "And by Dean- do you mean the Winchester? Like Dean Winchester... Where's your emotional support younger brother?"

[liketherifle1967]

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll drink the holy water.”

Dean picked up the bottle he assumed was holy water, and took a swig. Nothing happened.

“And yes. I’m a Winchester. Sam’s healing up from a nasty leg injury, and Cas can’t help because he’s bee watching with Gabriel.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"bee watching... Anyway-" she put the gun down. "Uh- this is kinda awkward to say directly but- uh we kinda have bad blood.. well not me and you- you saved my life when I was a kid, I'm talking about your brother... Also thanks for saving me by the way" Nana walked over to the table. Still not placing her gun down.

[liketherifle1967]

“Sam got on a lot of people’s nerves when he was younger. I’m sure he’d want to apologize if he remembered what he did. I don’t remember what he did, but I could apologize for him, though.”

Dean stretched his shoulders. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket? I just really need a place to rest, and leather doesn’t usually allow that.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- not when he was younger. He was what 26? 28? Not sure. He used me as bait after we "worked" on a case "together" for like 4 days straight. No sleep." Her air quotes were very aggressive. "But- yeah, go ahead. There's like 4 rooms in here pick one and just sleep. But- don't pick the one with the red door. That's ones reserved." She got back to the table. Working on her hunt again.

[liketherifle1967]

Dean opened a door, and set down his jacket, as well as some small toiletries. He checked the window for salt, checked under the rug for a devil’s trap, then walked back.

“Sam was different back then. He was… soulless. Literally. He had no soul. It was in the Cage. He got his soul back, though. He’s fine now. I’m sorry about the scene though. Just needed to find a place to stay to lay low.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"soulless? Like inside-aura-soul??? Wow... I mean- yeah I get it? He did seem soulless... You guys are a weird family... Oh- I forgot to mention- remember a kid you helped? A 7 year old with a crocotta on her back? That was me. So thank you."

[hellotiredimdad]

“Yeah. Inside-aura-soul. Me, him, and Cas have all been possessed by angels and demons and have been humans at some point. So yeah. Weird family.”

Dean pulled out a mug and a jar of instant coffee.

“Crocotta… seven years old… which hunt was that? Was that a… werewolf? Ghost? Or was it a djinn? I remember you, just not exactly what I saved you from… sorry. Been a long 45-ish years of hunting.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"sure, I get it and- I have a coffee machine like right there if you want some fresh?" She pointed towards the kitchen area. "But you've gotta ground the beans yourself though. Better fresh"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

“Hello? Anybody there? Heard this was some sort of safe haven. I brought pie.”

- @liketherifle1967

Nana was on a hunt for the past 5 days. Currently at one of her "safehouse" she and a few mutual hunters chose to pay for this apartment and use it as a safehouse.

As soon as she heard the noise. She hid behind one of the pillars and cocked her gun. "Pie sounds good. Depends on who you are?" She prepared herself for a blow or a gun to her head.

[liketherifle1967]

“Wow, I can tell why you’re friends with Bobby. How I even came to know about you.”

Dean walked up to the pillar, hands up, and patted the shoulder of the woman.

“I’m unarmed, by the way. Name’s Dean. Bobby told me about you. Thought we should be properly introduced.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Nana whipped around to meet his eyes, taking two steps back. "Mind taking a swig of the holy water from the table?" She asked, gun still up. "And by Dean- do you mean the Winchester? Like Dean Winchester... Where's your emotional support younger brother?"

[liketherifle1967]

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll drink the holy water.”

Dean picked up the bottle he assumed was holy water, and took a swig. Nothing happened.

“And yes. I’m a Winchester. Sam’s healing up from a nasty leg injury, and Cas can’t help because he’s bee watching with Gabriel.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"bee watching... Anyway-" she put the gun down. "Uh- this is kinda awkward to say directly but- uh we kinda have bad blood.. well not me and you- you saved my life when I was a kid, I'm talking about your brother... Also thanks for saving me by the way" Nana walked over to the table. Still not placing her gun down.

[liketherifle1967]

“Sam got on a lot of people’s nerves when he was younger. I’m sure he’d want to apologize if he remembered what he did. I don’t remember what he did, but I could apologize for him, though.”

Dean stretched his shoulders. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket? I just really need a place to rest, and leather doesn’t usually allow that.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- not when he was younger. He was what 26? 28? Not sure. He used me as bait after we "worked" on a case "together" for like 4 days straight. No sleep." Her air quotes were very aggressive. "But- yeah, go ahead. There's like 4 rooms in here pick one and just sleep. But- don't pick the one with the red door. That's ones reserved." She got back to the table. Working on her hunt again.

[liketherifle1967]

Dean opened a door, and set down his jacket, as well as some small toiletries. He checked the window for salt, checked under the rug for a devil’s trap, then walked back.

“Sam was different back then. He was… soulless. Literally. He had no soul. It was in the Cage. He got his soul back, though. He’s fine now. I’m sorry about the scene though. Just needed to find a place to stay to lay low.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"soulless? Like inside-aura-soul??? Wow... I mean- yeah I get it? He did seem soulless... You guys are a weird family... Oh- I forgot to mention- remember a kid you helped? A 7 year old with a crocotta on her back? That was me. So thank you."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

“Hello? Anybody there? Heard this was some sort of safe haven. I brought pie.”

- @liketherifle1967

Nana was on a hunt for the past 5 days. Currently at one of her "safehouse" she and a few mutual hunters chose to pay for this apartment and use it as a safehouse.

As soon as she heard the noise. She hid behind one of the pillars and cocked her gun. "Pie sounds good. Depends on who you are?" She prepared herself for a blow or a gun to her head.

[liketherifle1967]

“Wow, I can tell why you’re friends with Bobby. How I even came to know about you.”

Dean walked up to the pillar, hands up, and patted the shoulder of the woman.

“I’m unarmed, by the way. Name’s Dean. Bobby told me about you. Thought we should be properly introduced.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Nana whipped around to meet his eyes, taking two steps back. "Mind taking a swig of the holy water from the table?" She asked, gun still up. "And by Dean- do you mean the Winchester? Like Dean Winchester... Where's your emotional support younger brother?"

[liketherifle1967]

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll drink the holy water.”

Dean picked up the bottle he assumed was holy water, and took a swig. Nothing happened.

“And yes. I’m a Winchester. Sam’s healing up from a nasty leg injury, and Cas can’t help because he’s bee watching with Gabriel.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"bee watching... Anyway-" she put the gun down. "Uh- this is kinda awkward to say directly but- uh we kinda have bad blood.. well not me and you- you saved my life when I was a kid, I'm talking about your brother... Also thanks for saving me by the way" Nana walked over to the table. Still not placing her gun down.

[liketherifle1967]

“Sam got on a lot of people’s nerves when he was younger. I’m sure he’d want to apologize if he remembered what he did. I don’t remember what he did, but I could apologize for him, though.”

Dean stretched his shoulders. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket? I just really need a place to rest, and leather doesn’t usually allow that.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- not when he was younger. He was what 26? 28? Not sure. He used me as bait after we "worked" on a case "together" for like 4 days straight. No sleep." Her air quotes were very aggressive. "But- yeah, go ahead. There's like 4 rooms in here pick one and just sleep. But- don't pick the one with the red door. That's ones reserved." She got back to the table. Working on her hunt again.

[wrayas-roadhouse]

“Hello? Anybody there? Heard this was some sort of safe haven. I brought pie.”

- @liketherifle1967

Nana was on a hunt for the past 5 days. Currently at one of her "safehouse" she and a few mutual hunters chose to pay for this apartment and use it as a safehouse.

As soon as she heard the noise. She hid behind one of the pillars and cocked her gun. "Pie sounds good. Depends on who you are?" She prepared herself for a blow or a gun to her head.

[liketherifle1967]

“Wow, I can tell why you’re friends with Bobby. How I even came to know about you.”

Dean walked up to the pillar, hands up, and patted the shoulder of the woman.

“I’m unarmed, by the way. Name’s Dean. Bobby told me about you. Thought we should be properly introduced.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Nana whipped around to meet his eyes, taking two steps back. "Mind taking a swig of the holy water from the table?" She asked, gun still up. "And by Dean- do you mean the Winchester? Like Dean Winchester... Where's your emotional support younger brother?"

[liketherifle1967]

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll drink the holy water.”

Dean picked up the bottle he assumed was holy water, and took a swig. Nothing happened.

“And yes. I’m a Winchester. Sam’s healing up from a nasty leg injury, and Cas can’t help because he’s bee watching with Gabriel.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"bee watching... Anyway-" she put the gun down. "Uh- this is kinda awkward to say directly but- uh we kinda have bad blood.. well not me and you- you saved my life when I was a kid, I'm talking about your brother... Also thanks for saving me by the way" Nana walked over to the table. Still not placing her gun down.

[wrayas-roadhouse]

“Hello? Anybody there? Heard this was some sort of safe haven. I brought pie.”

- @liketherifle1967

Nana was on a hunt for the past 5 days. Currently at one of her "safehouse" she and a few mutual hunters chose to pay for this apartment and use it as a safehouse.

As soon as she heard the noise. She hid behind one of the pillars and cocked her gun. "Pie sounds good. Depends on who you are?" She prepared herself for a blow or a gun to her head.

[liketherifle1967]

“Wow, I can tell why you’re friends with Bobby. How I even came to know about you.”

Dean walked up to the pillar, hands up, and patted the shoulder of the woman.

“I’m unarmed, by the way. Name’s Dean. Bobby told me about you. Thought we should be properly introduced.”

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Nana whipped around to meet his eyes, taking two steps back. "Mind taking a swig of the holy water from the table?" She asked, gun still up. "And by Dean- do you mean the Winchester? Like Dean Winchester... Where's your emotional support younger brother?"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

“Hello? Anybody there? Heard this was some sort of safe haven. I brought pie.”

- @liketherifle1967

Nana was on a hunt for the past 5 days. Currently at one of her "safehouse" she and a few mutual hunters chose to pay for this apartment and use it as a safehouse.

As soon as she heard the noise. She hid behind one of the pillars and cocked her gun. "Pie sounds good. Depends on who you are?" She prepared herself for a blow or a gun to her head.

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Hey, kid. It's been a bit. You still doing alright over there?

- @bobbys-emergency-line

"HOLY SH-" Nana trips over her own footing at the sudden voice. She braces herself as she on the floor and slowly gets up. "Oh my god- I am doing incredible- sir- would you like anything??? Please sit down???"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He walked over to go check on her, staring at her for a moment to see if she was alright. "..You'd probably oughta worry about not falling before you see if I need anything, you idjit. Thanks for the thought, though."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"uhh yeah uh- sorry I just- like lost footing or something-" she scrambled to her table. "Would you like to see the case I'm working on right now?? It's the first time I've ever been so widely confused" she almost beamed. Unlike for someone struggling that bad on a hunt.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He was a bit bewildered by her excitement, but chose to ignore it for the moment. "Yeah, I'll take a look at it for you, I oughta know something about what it is."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

She shifts a few specific diary's and articles towards him. "So it's either a vengeful spirit protecting something or something trying to mildly inconvenience everyone they know. 7 families, all worked with this guy names Gordon Fowler. Gordon was, in their words, "a pain in the ass" at the office. And he died of a plane crash. All families? Have household appliances messing up, electrical fires, Storms happening off seasons- and the worst part? No one's heavily injured?? Everyone is just very inconvenienced!" She showed him the last news paper article.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He thought for a bit, taking in the information from the various papers. "Well, he's a pain in the ass in death too, huh? I guess there's always some sorta oddball no matter where you look." After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Snoop around and see if you can get into some of the plane wreckage. There oughta be some more info hidden in the rubble, whether it's an object of his or remains. I'll go with you if need be."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"...that's the thing... The plane caught on fire and none of the parts were reused. Also all his remains were taken out and he was cremated... I don't know- maybe it's another get they have in common?" She sighed.

"This man has no way of coming back to this world... Is it even a spirit at this point?? I mean hes not killing anyone just mildly inconveniencing them... Do we have to take care of him..?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"It sure makes it a lot less important to kill him if he hasn't hurt anyone, but you can never tell when shit will hit the fan. Did he have any objects that were special to him?"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"if by objects you mean a scarf of a woman he loves. Maybe." She pulled a big plastic bag out, it had a scarf inside. "It was more secure than my bank account. Inside a box taped shut which was inside a bag that was inside a compartment hidden safe in his wall." She did a fake smile. "Alongside a gun."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the scarf, somewhat baffled at the high security it had. "..Yeah. We should burn that. If that doesn't work, we'll go from there."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- I have another theory... That's why I haven't burned it yet..." She moves over to show to show empty candy wrappers in one of the victims houses. "Maybe... Our undead- Gordon Fowler... Had something going on with victim number 3's wife... Which makes sense on why victim number 3 had gone on a no contact hiking trip with his friends since the day "Gordon died" and hasn't returned maybe... The body inside Gordon's grave is..." She points at the picture of said victim. "Mr.Smith...?" She turns around to face the scarf again. "I'm thinking if Fowler is alive... He would not enjoy if we burnt something he kept so securely in his house..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the new evidence, trying to find more details. "..Which victims would you say got the worst of it? If the ghost really is Smith and not Fowler, he'll have a damn serious grudge on Fowler and maybe his wife too, if they really had something goin' on. We might be able to contact the damned thing from there if we found a medium to help, too."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"Yeah but... I have nothing on this. Everything is just a theory. Backed by nothing but ideas. I don't even know if anyone is dead or not. How do you think we should approach this?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He rifled through the papers. "I think we need to get more real facts. Too much could go sideways if we ain't prepared."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"yeah... I say I go talk to Smith's wife? Ask if she knows anything?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

You notice a cup of Iced tea on your research table. It's a paper cup and has no names or anything on it, just a paper that says "it's not poison, I swear" and a swab to test it right beside it.

He left it alone for the moment, remaining suspicious of it. He decided to call Wraya first, she's had a history of leaving him things. ...How would she even get into his house??

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"hello?" Nana answered the phone.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"Did you leave me something again? There's a glass of tea left out on my desk sayin' it ain't poison."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"oh- uh yeah! I made some lychee syrup... And kinda wanted to share one of my recipes..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

You notice a cup of Iced tea on your research table. It's a paper cup and has no names or anything on it, just a paper that says "it's not poison, I swear" and a swab to test it right beside it.

He left it alone for the moment, remaining suspicious of it. He decided to call Wraya first, she's had a history of leaving him things. ...How would she even get into his house??

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"hello?" Nana answered the phone.

[wrayas-roadhouse]

Hey, kid. It's been a bit. You still doing alright over there?

- @bobbys-emergency-line

"HOLY SH-" Nana trips over her own footing at the sudden voice. She braces herself as she on the floor and slowly gets up. "Oh my god- I am doing incredible- sir- would you like anything??? Please sit down???"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He walked over to go check on her, staring at her for a moment to see if she was alright. "..You'd probably oughta worry about not falling before you see if I need anything, you idjit. Thanks for the thought, though."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"uhh yeah uh- sorry I just- like lost footing or something-" she scrambled to her table. "Would you like to see the case I'm working on right now?? It's the first time I've ever been so widely confused" she almost beamed. Unlike for someone struggling that bad on a hunt.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He was a bit bewildered by her excitement, but chose to ignore it for the moment. "Yeah, I'll take a look at it for you, I oughta know something about what it is."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

She shifts a few specific diary's and articles towards him. "So it's either a vengeful spirit protecting something or something trying to mildly inconvenience everyone they know. 7 families, all worked with this guy names Gordon Fowler. Gordon was, in their words, "a pain in the ass" at the office. And he died of a plane crash. All families? Have household appliances messing up, electrical fires, Storms happening off seasons- and the worst part? No one's heavily injured?? Everyone is just very inconvenienced!" She showed him the last news paper article.

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He thought for a bit, taking in the information from the various papers. "Well, he's a pain in the ass in death too, huh? I guess there's always some sorta oddball no matter where you look." After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Snoop around and see if you can get into some of the plane wreckage. There oughta be some more info hidden in the rubble, whether it's an object of his or remains. I'll go with you if need be."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"...that's the thing... The plane caught on fire and none of the parts were reused. Also all his remains were taken out and he was cremated... I don't know- maybe it's another get they have in common?" She sighed.

"This man has no way of coming back to this world... Is it even a spirit at this point?? I mean hes not killing anyone just mildly inconveniencing them... Do we have to take care of him..?"

[bobbys-emergency-line]

"It sure makes it a lot less important to kill him if he hasn't hurt anyone, but you can never tell when shit will hit the fan. Did he have any objects that were special to him?"

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"if by objects you mean a scarf of a woman he loves. Maybe." She pulled a big plastic bag out, it had a scarf inside. "It was more secure than my bank account. Inside a box taped shut which was inside a bag that was inside a compartment hidden safe in his wall." She did a fake smile. "Alongside a gun."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the scarf, somewhat baffled at the high security it had. "..Yeah. We should burn that. If that doesn't work, we'll go from there."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"well- I have another theory... That's why I haven't burned it yet..." She moves over to show to show empty candy wrappers in one of the victims houses. "Maybe... Our undead- Gordon Fowler... Had something going on with victim number 3's wife... Which makes sense on why victim number 3 had gone on a no contact hiking trip with his friends since the day "Gordon died" and hasn't returned maybe... The body inside Gordon's grave is..." She points at the picture of said victim. "Mr.Smith...?" She turns around to face the scarf again. "I'm thinking if Fowler is alive... He would not enjoy if we burnt something he kept so securely in his house..."

[bobbys-emergency-line]

He stared at the new evidence, trying to find more details. "..Which victims would you say got the worst of it? If the ghost really is Smith and not Fowler, he'll have a damn serious grudge on Fowler and maybe his wife too, if they really had something goin' on. We might be able to contact the damned thing from there if we found a medium to help, too."

[wrayas-roadhouse]

"Yeah but... I have nothing on this. Everything is just a theory. Backed by nothing but ideas. I don't even know if anyone is dead or not. How do you think we should approach this?"

[sk3tch-rottmnt]

Gabriel : This date is boring!

Sam: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Gabriel : Then why did you invite me?

Sam: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Sam I'll do whatever I want!