Congratulations on Becoming a Ghost! (IC)

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[fieldbox=The Meeting, gold, dashed, 10]The clock struck seven, and although no chimes echoed throughout the hallways to inform this fact, everybody seemed to get the most peculiar sense as a sort of alarm- be it a shiver down their spine, goosebumps along their arm, or even a case of the hiccups.

Meanwhile, in the lounging area found in the lowest level of the building, a certain blonde-haired ghost was waiting for everybody to arrive, noting the fact that at least one of the group had the manners to arrive a few minutes early.

...

Looking up at the clock, the time was now 7:10 PM, the perfect time to start now that-

"Don't think I didn't notice you come in late, Octavul!" Calling out the youngest of the bunch right as she entered the room, Otto raised both of his eyebrows, watching her until she finally sat down in an empty space.

"Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy your new apartments?" Not really waiting for an answer, the man continued on. "Wonderful! Now, since this isn't a charity event, I hope you also understand that each and every one of you will have to earn your place here, 'less you want me to throw you out!"

The latter of the speal was said in a joking manner, but anybody could tell that he was being mildly serious as well, a minor threat easily detectable- should one be looking for it. "But it's not that hard! Really, all you should really do for now is follow the rules I'm about to give you- though perhaps a few odd jobs here and there can be expected as well, after a while of course!"

The folders were yellow, the kind you usually can find at a bargain store for less than the average American dollar. Otto handed one to the seemingly more mature resident of each floor- specifically Nova, Kaiden, Frederick, Sophia, and Ezra. This left the others forced to share with their own neighbors, overlooking shoulders or just waiting until the first person is done reading it.

"Alright, so-"

"Demon woman
You sit on a rock
Looking nice in your frock
But you're scaring my livestock"

A ringtone interrupted whatever he was going to say, his eyes widening in recognition at the odd choice of songs to pick for a contact ringtone. Quickly pulling out a cell phone unlike anything the group had ever seen, he held a finger out as he answered, the motion meant to tell the group to shut up and let him take this call.

"Yo, Myst... What? Whoa, slow down there, they did what?" A narrowing of his eyes and the slightest motion of his teeth grinding against one another gave off the impression that he definitely wasn't overjoyed by whatever had happened. A few minutes later, Otto cut off the person on the other side of the phone. "Nope, I'm coming over there right now. See ya' soon."

Otto sighed at the group in front of him, his annoyance clear as day while he slammed his thumb onto the screen of the phone in front of him. "Alright you lot, I hope you had the decency to at least get to know your neighbor a bit - 'cuz I have some business to attend to, and it'll give you some more time to read over those folders and get along some more!"

A smile was plastered onto the supervisor's face by the time he was done talking, and he began to walk out of the room, before pausing briefly and turning to face the group.

"Oh, and I wouldn't try to escape or whatever crazy plans some of you might have, at least not tonight, anyway."

A small chuckle escaped, apparently this was a common thing for him to deal with?

"I mean, you can leave if you want, but don't expect any help from me when they find you."

And with that said, he left the room, leaving the small group amongst themselves once more. [/fieldbox]Song mentioned above is Flight of the Conchords - Demon Woman.



When one would open up their folder, they would find a single piece of paper divided into two sections- "Rules" and "Recommendations".​

Rules*

1. No ghost shall leave their home building without a partner, unless given permission by their supervisor to do so. If, by any chance, said partners get separated** whilst outside their home building, it is imperative that each ghost make their way back to their home building immediately.

**If one of said partners is injured, exorcised, ghost-napped, or in anyway forcefully harmed or taken to a place unknown by the other, the remaining partner must report about the incident as soon as possible to their supervisor.

2. No ghost shall attempt to harm those of the living realm.

3. All ghosts have the right to: speak and communicate freely, establish as many relationships (romantic or otherwise) as they please, have privacy in the confinements of their own home, and act out in self-defense.

*All supervisors have the right to create their own set of rules within their own home building, so long as they do not oppose or break any of the rules listed above.***

***Should any of these 3 rules be broken, the supervisor of the perpetrator(s) has the right to deliver punishment as they see fit.

Recommendations

1. It is recommended for all ghosts to have a healthy relation with all other residents residing in their own home building - but in the case that not everybody is suitable for one another, it is imperative that each ghost has at least one trustworthy, substantial other in their afterlife.

2. It is also recommended and encouraged for all ghosts to learn basic self-defense techniques, such as one* of the following:

~ Hand-to-Hand Combat.
~ Firearms/Ranged Weaponry Training.
~ First-Aid.

*It is strongly recommended that one should learn at least two, if not all of the listed items.
 
Frederick smelled like smoke.

They may be ghost cigarettes, but they still made him smell like they usually did. They would probably fill his lungs with tar, too, if he had lungs left to fill. The cigarette was gone, though (he always made it a point not to smoke in polite company, that's just manners); and despite all of the rubbing Frederick did, the marks were still visible. They were stuck on his body, he supposed. Great. As though this day couldn't get any better.

He may not like Otto, but he still showed up downstairs, as he was requested to. He listened to this idiot talk for a while ('Earn your place'--Why did he have a feeling that that would not be as easy as keeping to some rules and doing a few odd jobs? Nothing came that easy!) before he was chosen as one of those special people able to get a...Cheap folder. Really, this was the best he could do? Frederick's room was completely tailored to his interests and preferences down to the number, and this junk was the best Otto could buy for an important folder?

This wasn't helping the guy become more favorable in Frederick's eyes.

Whatever. Otto had to leave, he didn't approve escaping, and Frederick gave a small shrug before opening the folder. The inside was no fancier than the outside, just a paper with some text. He looked it over...

"Fantastic. We have the right to make friends. This place really is generous."

He grumbled it to himself, snarky. Besides that little odd part, everything seemed rather straightforward: have a buddy system, have someone to trust, don't mess around with living, and the more he looked over the paper the more he realized there was a weird focus on fighting. Namely, self-defense. Did this place...Frequently get attacked? He also wasn't exactly sure where 'poison specialist' fit into these three well-defined categories of self-defense, but he decided that 'first aid' would be the best umbrella. Wait, first aid? Why was that necessary? It's not like they could die again, right?

This weird purgatory place just got stranger and stranger.

Frederick closed the folder, then turned towards his neighbor, casually holding it out to her. "Hey, Cricket. S'all pretty straightforward, but if y'wanna look this stuff over, by all means."

See? He already had someone he could trust: Cricket. She probably couldn't kill him anyway.​
 
[fieldbox=Kaiden Kendrick, red, dashed, 15]
Kaiden jumped at the sudden yelling, surprised by the calm tone then sudden yelling. With a quick introduction and overview that covered almost nothing at all, Otto gave them all folders then left without much else to say. Other than some cryptic thing about 'them' and Kaiden decided that no thank you he'd rather not deal with the afterlife police or whatever.

He glanced through the folder quickly, skimming it for the highlights. Work together, be friends, and apparently have some training.

"Uhh, my only question is where we're suppose to get this training? I mean, thanks to swimming and stuff I know some first aid, but... I've never needed hand to hand combat or firearms training in my life. It's not like we can just go out and buy guns, right? I'd think that people would be werided out if I somehow showed up in pictures or whatever even though I think I just died."

He could probably start to make allies and friends here too, since the buddy system and all. Maybe he'd visit the graveyard, ask other ghosts about what was happening to him. Or at the very least pay a visit to some graves and give them some respect. Heh. It'd be the dead honoring the dead.

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[fieldbox="Sophia Ellis..., yellow, solid"]
She looked through the file she had received.
Sophia... What was she doing here.
She already had a one trustworthy friend, or... Maybe that was just her thoughts.
She looked up at Erza, was their friendship just a memory to forget also? Sophia felt insecure about herself.
Though one thing was for sure, it seemed there was going to be quite a bit of fighting or something. She'd have to ask
others about what they-


"Uhh, my only question is where we're suppose to get this training? I mean, thanks to swimming and stuff I know some first aid, but... I've never needed hand to hand combat or firearms training in my life. It's not like we can just go out and buy guns, right? I'd think that people would be werided out if I somehow showed up in pictures or whatever even though I think I just died."

He had a point she noted slightly amused,
she had no idea if that person even cared that she died.
What family? She was curious but at the same time she didn't really care.

"I wouldn't think it'd be that hard to learn. It'd just be first aid that we'd have an issue with."
She walked up to him and curtsied, for some reason it came natural to her.
"Sophia. It's nice to register our acquaintance. Well. At least I think."


She continued on,
"It'd be nice if this 'man' who keeps relying information set up some kind of class for learning some kinds of...
Defense or something similar. We could also ask the around for someone who remembers about their military part of life. Though something tells me we probably won't have enough time to prepare all three skills for those who know none..."


"Ah! Sorry for butting in to your thought like that."

"Wonder what jobs they'll put us up to. Seems to me like we're going to deal with some darkness, sounds brilliant! Confused 'ghosts' and weaponry or something like that!"
She sighed.
"Any ideas?"

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[fieldbox=Catherine Octavul, #993366, dashed, 10, Times New Roman] The eggplant-haired female woke up to a horrible wave of nausea, which quickly dissipated as she stood up. After taking a shower and hiding the worst of her bruises underneath some cosmetics, it wasn't very difficult to fall to the temptation of a nap.

...though she wasn't expecting to sleep this long, as a quick glance at the clock caused her to rush out of her room, not bothering with the elevator and instead taking the stairs.



Catherine flinched at Otto calling her out, quickly making her way to a seat in the back of the room. As the supervisor continued with his small lecture, the girl quickly found her vision becoming narrower and narrower- that is to say, she was falling back asleep.

Her eyes closed for barely a second, and then all of a sudden a voice forced her out of her daze.

"Hey, Cricket. S'all pretty straightforward, but if y'wanna look this stuff over, by all means."

Standing up, Cricket managed to suppress a yawn as she walked over to the man, politely taking the folder offered. After a few moments of reading it, she handed it back to Frederick- that was his name, right? Looking up at him, she tilted her head slightly.

"...I can trust you?" Quickly, her eyes widened as she realized what she just said out loud. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for- umm..." She shied away from her neighbor, leaning back slightly as she trailed off. After all, she was probably just digging her own grave now. Good job, now he probably thinks you're shady or something... Her own thoughts mocked her as she averted her gaze away, her empty hands messing around with the bandages placed earlier on her wrists.
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[fieldbox=Corinne Sage, #F06292, dashed, 10, Times New Roman]
Corinne simply watched as Otto handed her neighbor a packet, the younger woman hopefully reading it before the brunette got her attention. "I believe we hadn't gotten the chance to meet each other yet?"

A hand was stuck out, a silent question hanging in the air.

"I'm Corinne Sage, your neighbor. Do you think I could take a look at those rules when you're done?"

Honestly, she could care less if people wanted to leave (or 'escape', as their supervisor said), but for now it seemed like the best course of action was to stay here...even if only for a couple of nights.


"Uhh, my only question is where we're suppose to get this training? I mean, thanks to swimming and stuff I know some first aid, but... I've never needed hand to hand combat or firearms training in my life. It's not like we can just go out and buy guns, right? I'd think that people would be weirded out if I somehow showed up in pictures or whatever even though I think I just died."

Overhearing the comment, Cori turned slightly, watching the boy with red hair as he spoke.

"It'd be nice if this 'man' who keeps relying information set up some kind of class for learning some kinds of...
Defense or something similar. We could also ask the around for someone who remembers about their military part of life. Though something tells me we probably won't have enough time to prepare all three skills for those who know none..."


"Any ideas?"

The Greek watched the conversation unfold, waiting until the question was asked before putting in her own opinion. "You know, I think that this Otto guy is expecting us to learn ourselves, be it learning from somebody else or whatever. There's also the likely possibility that there are other ghosts and ghost-compounds too, judging from the fact that he was talking with somebody else and this 'they' he spoke of."

For a second, it looked like she was about to say more, but instead she just gave a small chuckle. "But whatever, I think that once Otto gets back, we should all go outside!" A child-like enthusiasm in her voice, a glint of wonder and excitement in her eyes, it was clear that all Cori wanted to do at the moment was go exploring.

But of course, they would all have to wait until Otto gets back.
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