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[runboyrun]

H-hey, has anyone-

[Stiles has to swallow a few times before he can keep talking. His voice is thick, rough, and although he's not crying any more, there are still tear-tracks down his cheeks, red where he's been scrubbing at them.]

Has anyone else been... hallucinating dead people? They're hallucinations, right? They've gotta be...

Ellen? I tried the salt. She didn't- it didn't work.

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[hung_garian]

Glass more than half full, I'd say. If they're not stinking out the place or trying to kill you they're already better company than half the folks here.

[runboyrun]

Yeah, I just... wish they'd stop.

[hung_garian]

[He shrugs.]

Wish in one hand, crap in the other, see which gets full first.

[Because sympathy is totally a thing that he can do.]

[runboyrun]

...You're kind of a jackass...

[But Stiles can get behind that.]

[hung_garian]

I'll alert the presses - it'll be front page news.

[runboyrun]

...Heh.

[He shakes his head, the corner of his lip twitching into a little half-smile despite himself.]

So, ghosts. Sort of. Or possible group hallucinations. All kinds of fun to be had here.

[hung_garian]

Oh, sure. I'm just disappointed at the caliber of these so-called ghosts. Why isn't anyone hallucinating Marilyn Monroe or Charles II? At least they knew how to have fun.

[runboyrun]

Yeah, and if the point of it was to have fun...

[hung_garian]

Well, maybe not for us to have fun.

[runboyrun]

...

[His mouth clicks closed. Opens again.]

That's a good point.

[hung_garian]

Yeah, well. I didn't almost get my GED for nothing.

[runboyrun]

D'you ever just miss the cape? Or did you get random ghost visitations there, as well?

[hung_garian]

In my line of work you get random ghost visitations more or less everywhere.