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[inexactitude]

[The audio picks up with the thump of a door closing. Olive is getting the hell off the deck.] Is anyone else hearing shit up on deck? God, that was the creepiest thing, and I swear, if someone was just out of sight and mumbling things? I'm going to hit you. Because now I've got nightmare fodder for days. There are reasons I skip out on horror movies. It's just not my thing.

Does anyone else have to deal with huge Items? Cause this is starting to get ridiculous. I need to bring my bag with me everywhere I go just so I'm not holding it in my hand the whole time. [Because walking around with a giant vibrator is just kind of odd.] If a kid named Brandon from Ojai shows up, direct him to me. I'm going to beat him with this thing. [Oh God he might like it.] Or something.

[And here are the sounds of a fiddling door.] Great, now my door's stu-- HOLY SHIT!

[Enjoy those annoying scrabbling sounds of movement, then a clatter; she dropped her device when she threw herself against the opposite wall and lol, like hell is she getting closer to the door to pick it up.]

Holy - oh my God whoever's in there, come out. How did you even - it was locked...

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[tobecaprican]

[ Tinny little Gaius voice. ]

Oh, is this Miss Sorta Kinda? [ Which just sounds silly in what is to her ears a British accent. ]

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[worstsongever]

[Have a high pitched laugh, Gauis. Then a cough. She's in control, really she is.] Yeah, uh, I usually go by Olive.

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[tobecaprican]

Olive it is. I take it this hasn't happened before.

[truth_is_cold]

I've smelled something on the deck. Barely. So I've stopped going up there.

....What just happened?

[worstsongever]

[She is trying very hard to just laugh it off. It's hard. :c] There was - something just, I don't know, it was like something slammed into the door. Someone, I mean. Someone must have gotten in some how, but now I can't get in.

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Not frightened by a little noise, are we?

[worstsongever]

Was it you? Because fair warning, I've had practice with slapping. [Ignoring her girlish screams forever. :c]

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Haven't been reading the network recently, my dear? We've been haunted for several days now.

I've taken to recording the sounds.

[worstsongever]

Yeah, that's really helpful when it actually happens and you have no idea what to do...

--We cannot be haunted. Of all the stupid - someone just got into my room. It's a trick.

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[After a click, this starts to play. Everything is absolutely unintelligible, but it's undoubtedly whispering voices.]

From the deck.

Be patient. You won't be getting that door open until the being on the other side wants you to enter.

[hatestriangles]

Could be the ghost of one of the hundreds of inmates who have just vanished without graduating. Hey, maybe it's some guy that had your room before you got here. Maybe they don't actually leave the Barge and now that it's almost Halloween, their pissed-off spirits are able to actually affect the place. We've had a lot of serial killers on the Barge, now that I think about it...

[worstsongever]

Ohhh, keep that up and I could learn to hate you.

[hatestriangles]

The worst thing is, considering this place, that could easily be true.

[Spam]

[resultofwar]

[So Heero saw this post and pretty much ran over here immediately. So hi Olive, you now have a short, skinny bodyguard from whatever the hell is behind that door.]

Are you okay?

[Spam]

[worstsongever]

[HI BUDDY SAVE ME FROM THE GHOSTS. :C]

Yup. I don't think I ever moved across a hallway so fast in my life. I can't get my door open, though.

[Spam]

[resultofwar]

[CAN DO... will try? Heero just frowns and walks over to the door, not seeming all that bothered by any further noises on the other side, inspecting the lock and running his hand along the edge before stepping back and kicking it, hard, above the lock.

... Which doesn't do anything, so he's just stepping back and frowning some more.]

I don't think it's going to move.

[snownotstark.livejournal.com]

My lady? [Yeah he's still calling you that :|]

[worstsongever]

Jon. Hi. I still owe you Robin Hood.

Are you, uh. Having trouble with your door?

[snownotstark.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not. Are you doing alright?

[Spam from your ill-mannered next-door neighbor.]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[And David's standing behind you Olive, arms folded.]

What's your malfunction?

[Spam] Hi friend c:

[worstsongever]

[That totally wasn't a cut off yelp or anything. And Olive definitely doesn't jump and spin. Nope. None of that.]

Uh - door, my door. Something just. Hit it. From inside.

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

There shouldn't be anything in the other side. Or, at least, there hasn't been yet. The door gets unlocked after a bit and when you enter, you'll find nothing -- probably. Still, I would advice causing. You never know when whatever this is manages to get to one of us, after all.

You're a warden, are you not? You could join the investigation.

...As for the deck, I've yet to hear of anything more than whispering happening. Though I wonder if it's the same creature -- or creatures -- that cause the door incidents.

[worstsongever]

Probably is not particularly comforting.

In fact, absolutely nothing you said is comforting in any way, shape, or form.

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[onefullmoony.livejournal.com]

Are you alright, Olive?

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[worstsongever]

Yeah, just, you know. Freaked out. I don't think this is a chocolate-will-fix-everything-and-open-my-door thing, either.

...Though I really want it to be.