A: Phone; Morning

[At first it's just an empty line. And then a chuckle, low and husky. And then a voice, the speaker forming her words like they're purrs] Well well well. I guess you just couldn't let me go, little town. Oh I understand, I'd want me around too. It's a natural desire. And really, this is all more interesting that annoying the Expatriate, or wandering around Alternia till he's old enough to be of interest.

But I do miss my body. You couldn't have given me that at least? This squishy one lacks the advantages I like... But I'll get it back soon, won't I? [A hum.] Now then. Can anyone tell me if Vriska Sekret's still in this place. And then after her, who else. Empress, Highblood, Fishfins, Rebels? And those darling little descendants of course. Whose's still here? And what have I missed?

B: Action; Locked to housemates of 725 Anderson Lane (Anders)

[After her phone call, Mindfang's next thing on her list of things to do is to find that husband she's been given, and find out if he's drone or real. And as far as she remembered she left him in the bed, but hey, she might as well check the whole house]

Come out come out where ever you are, darling~

C: Action; Around town in the afternoon

[You can find her in the park. Or at the shops. Or wandering around the schools, or the public offices. For a moment she's at the florists, and then she's passing the diner. She even makes it up to make up point at one time. Wherever it is, you can find Mindfang there through the day, taking a trip around town to see what she missed]

A: Mayfield High. Morning

[This morning, Padmé is seated behind her desk at the front of the class with pursed lips and hard eyes.]

Class, today you'll be reading pages 20 through 35 in your textbook. It's a silent activity, so no talking. Do you understand?

B: The Park

[Walking along the pathways with quick, agitated steps, Padmé has a heavy frown on her face and her hands clench and unclench themselves at random times. She radiates the body language of someone who doesn't want to be bothered.]

Action: around town

[Vincent caught wind of the hauntings plaguing the town. It's a natural consequence of someone so interested in the paranormal. He doesn't seem bothered or even frightened by the ghosts he comes in contact with. They're intangible and aren't immediately harmful. They're a far cry from the monsters that lurk in the Otherworld of Silent Hill, but they're still interesting.

He'll be walking around, keeping just far enough away from the ghosts to be out of harm's way. Feel free to approach him or ask why the hell he's so calm about this.]

Phone, later:

Are these...ghosts around the town usually here or is this a new occurrence? If they're new, does anyone know where they came from? I've never encountered actual ghosts before. They're much less...frightening than expected.

[ 21 March, Mid-morning, 1490 Kramden, Housemates ]

[ Yesterday had started after midnight with a traditional blessing. It had not really ended, what with everything in the house being possessed.

From the wake-up call of the laundry equipment competing to drown or electrocute them, to the breakfast battle of fire and ice between the stove and the refrigerator, and finally the new TV and hi-fi had done their level best to kill them with feedback, the last thirty hours have been one exorcism after another.

Every appliance and fixture in the house has been through a banish and bless cycle... and Ilsa has just run out of salt. ]

Egon, I'm sorry - if this is the sort of "ghost" you've dealt with, I apologize for my attitude about your work.

(So what happens when a 1965 Land Rover Camper Van gets possessed by Mood Slime?

Cue early morning wacky antics as the vehicle demonstrates just how all-terrain it is. Your mailbox? Just got knocked over. Your lawn? Has tire tracks in it. Your flashy red sports car, parked in the driveway? Crushed like your childhood dreams.

Trying to keep up with this mess is the mortified owner of said vehicle, giving little heed to things like privacy or using doors as he barrels through your house--via the windows if he must--so he doesn't get almost run over a second time.)

[When she had first seen the pink slime ooze up from the showers and sinks, she had immediately gone outside to see masses of the stuff gliding down the streets; it was then that she decided it would be prudent to concoct the means to survive in this situation.]

[However, Erim’s strategy planning had mostly ended in concern for those she had met and come to at least regard as capable companions. Near midnight she had fallen asleep, with both thirst and hunger.]

[When she awoke at 3 AM, it had been due to a white mass throwing the lamps, the books, the shoes, just about everything in her room. What in the world—]

[And then she realized. A specter. Of course she had no means to combat it and still doesn’t, so she did what she could.]

[The silver haired woman had run barefoot out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house—grabbing the back-scratcher on her way.]

[A tired woman with no shoes with disheveled clothing and hair askew approaches you now.]

Is there no end to this!?

1333 Benny road front lawn

[Lithuania hasn't been having the best month, really, with all the fights and general tension in his usual social circle. Increased stress led to, along with an increase in how fast Lithuania went through stomachache medication, more cleaning than usual. And given that it was finally spring and Lithuania tended to do a top to bottom cleaning of the house anyway in the spring, housework was a good distraction.

He just hadn't really expected the lawn mower to be covered in slime. Of course, you can never be sure what to expect in Mayfield, but even Lithuania's paranoia can only stretch so far, and he hadn't really brought any weapons with him in his quest to mow the lawn.

So maybe it was his own fault in being a bit lax in his preparedness for Mayfield's Mayfield-ness that he was now being chased across his lawn by the lawnmower. It is not even mowing in a straight line he is going to have to redo everything.]

I hate this town!

[Action: 307 Miller]

[It doesn't take Death long to realize what's going on. It's nice to know that there's actually someone here who can help her with this.]

We have a problem.

[Action: Around Mayfield. Everywhere.]

[Got a ghost problem? Death is here to help with it.]

Another one?

[ MAYFIELD HIGH ]

[Tieria was grumpy and stomping through the halls being intimidating and irritable at everyone. Not that he was cheerful by any means on a regular basis, but he was definitely even less cheerful than that. Slamming his books on the desk when arriving in class with you? Yeah, he did that. Writing so intensely that he snapped his pencil point again? Yup, did that, too. Slamming his locker closed between classes when changing books? Definitely.]

~*~*~*~*~*~

[ PARTRIDGE DRIVE AND NEIGHBORING STREETS ]

[Guess what the mood slime found? Tieria had been attempting to find an appropriate storage and hiding place for Seraphim, but it seemed the mood slime found it first. Now, there was an angry Gundam stomping around the area. You might want to run. In fact, Tieria was trying to keep up with it on foot and yell at people it came near to do just that.]

Get out of the way!

[Action - The Bakery]

[Aurora sounds a bit worried and talks fast.]

Okay! Everyone! So there's spirits here. Or ghosts, or whatever you want to call them. A-Anyway, I'm not sure why they're here or how they got here, but... Can anyone talk to them? I can't just yet. I'm a ghost, so I might be able to understand their situation of I can talk to them.

Just... Just please don't hurt them, okay? They should be able to hear you, even if you can't hear or see them, so just try to be reasonable and calm with them, okay?

And if anyone does know what's going on, please let me know!