[OPEN] 3 Spoopy 5 Me

[puddingemote]

Who: Tamaki and Anyone!
When: Post Day 145
Where: The Summerlands
What: Tamaki's realized he kept a... useful ability from his time as a ghost.
Warnings: Depends on what you want to talk about.

The first time he'd used it had been an accident; without even really thinking about it, Tamaki started to walk through the wall of the cookhouse like he used to as a ghost and-

Well. He crashed into it. Fell flat on his butt, actually. It took him a moment to remember that oh yeah, he's solid again. Walking through walls isn't really a thing he can do anymore.

Though he'd still been a bit curious to see if he really couldn't get through the wall anymore; being able to phase through things easily was really the only nice thing about being a ghost. He'd leaned against the wall of the cookhouse, remembering the way it felt to be completely weightless, just a person-shaped mass of soul energy that could go anywhere-

And then he fell through and landed on his face. Welp.

That little bit of slapstick dispatched, Tamaki was eager to try out his new ability on the Carnival. Which is what lead to now, where a seven-foot teenager has just walked through the wall. He glows blue for a moment before coming solid again, looking all around the space before his eyes land on the person he just most likely startled.

Trailers, tents, game stalls... the only thing he seems to be purposefully avoiding entering unlawfully is bathrooms. He could really be anywhere.

At which point he'll look at the person he just so rudely intruded upon, blinking like they're the ones who just showed up.

"Uh. Pardon the intrusion."

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[cawnviction]

Crow's still adjusting to the Carnival, having only entered it around Day 145. For one, he's not used to people not necessarily being human in shape. The other part is that he's just not used to... well. Having basic necessities being so readily and freely available.

It's nice. Even if he's under contract to work.

Having taken the time to get a feel for the layout of the Carnival, Crow's turned to performing some maintenance on his D-Wheel, a sleek black and yellow motorbike, where he'd parked her next to a tent.

Which is when he hears an unfamiliar voice and a sudden shadow falling across where he's crouched with a spanner in hand as he pokes around the guts of his bike. Startled, Crow jerks back and bangs a hand on his bike's frame.

"Ow!" Hissing in pain as he drops the spanner to rub at his hand, Crow glances up at the intruder. And looks up. And up... "Where the hell'd you come from?"

[puddingemote]

"I came through the tent."

Tamaki gestures at the fabric of the tent itself, not the opening which is several yards to his left. It's pretty clear there's really only one way he could have gotten here so quickly and without any noise, but how that's even possible is a mystery...

Well, not really. It's just a side effect of being a ghost for a month.

But never mind all that! Tamaki's eyes light on the motorbike, and go wide. He's never seen one quite like this before.

"What's that?"

[cawnviction]

What. Through the tent?

Crow can't help but give this guy a rather skeptical look. But before he can say anything, he's quickly distracted by the question. Brightening, Crow practically preens before saying with a wide, eager smile.

"This is Blackbird! My D-Wheel." He runs a hand over the black frame, fond. "You like her?"

[puddingemote]

"Yeah. S'pretty cool."

It even has a name. That's pretty awesome. Tamaki thinks it would be really cool to own a motorbike like this, once he's old enough to drive; but the other members of his idol group might give him a hard time if they think he might crash it and get hurt.

But besides that... "What do you mean by D-Wheel?" Isn't it a normal motorbike?

[hippocarnival]

Yuya's just in their own trailer, trying to tidy the shared living area (really, though, the whole thing is shared). He's not an anal person about cleanliness, but even he has to admit things have gotten into an uncomfortable disarray. It's the third empty chip bag he's found wedged between the cushions. Have Tamaki's eating habits gotten worse since Portland?

Anyway, even though it's their trailer, he sure doesn't expect Tamaki to waltz in through the damn wall. He turns, nearly collides into him, registers he is suddenly not alone and then jumps back with a short-lived scream. "T-Tamaki?!"

[puddingemote]

Tamaki didn't really mean to startle Yuya like that, but now that he has, he can't help but laugh at his reaction. Yuya's jump-and-scream combo was just too funny, and he wishes he'd caught it on camera or something.

But it's not to be. Tamaki clamps down on his giggles, but is still grinning when he speaks.

"Did I scare you, Yuu-chan?"

[hippocarnival]

Yuya lets out a long, low wheeze. His shoulder slowly relax and, yes, Tamaki did scare him--but he's not going to give him the verbal confirmation of it. His reaction is probably enough.

"Were you hiding there this whole time?!" 'There' being... behind the couch? Tamaki is seven feet and there's no logical place he could have been hiding to begin with, but it also isn't logical that he can teleport. Or sneak in without squeaking the door.

[puddingemote]

He shakes his head; could he even fit behind the couch to hide behind it? "I walked through the wall," he says, like that's the obvious conclusion.

Just to back up his assertion, he walks to the wall, putting his hand against it before looking back at Yuya.

"See?"

And then he walks through the wall and back outside the trailer.

[sunflowerfields]

Most people entering the cookhouse came in via the door. Someone falling through the wall is a new thing.

"Are you-" Hinawa looks down at Tamaki, then at the wall, then down at Tamaki again. How on earth. "Are you all right?"

Her Phantump floats over and boops him gently the head, as if in a show of ghost solidarity. "Phan."

[puddingemote]

"Ah...?"

Tamaki looks up at the ghost Pokemon, smiling a little. He used to be afraid of ghosts, but since his experiences in Portland, he thinks they're not so bad.

"I'm okay." He gets up, dusting himself off, before looking at the wall. "I didn't think that would work."

[sunflowerfields]

"Did what work?" Hinawa asks. "How did you- did you walk straight through the wall?"

Boop. Boop boop. "Phaaaaan."

"Sunny seems to have taken a liking to you, at least." She reaches out and brushes off some of the dust he missed. "At least you're all in one piece, hmm?"

[puddingemote]

"Mm." He nods. He's all okay, even after that little tumble. It's not like it's his first time falling down.

"Yeah. I can turn, uh..." He hunts for the word, running a hand through his hair. "Like, not solid? So I just walk through things."

At least, he's pretty sure that's what just happened. It felt just like it had when he was still a ghost - that is, like nothing at all.

He tries to boop Sunny back, a bit hard now that he's not a ghost anymore.

[kingsroads]

Despite the fact that Strange cleaned the trailer fairly well in a fit of not dealing with things, it's slowly fallen back into slight disarray. The kitchen table-turned-desk is covered with papers, as Strange works out the particulars of a spell. He's lost in his own thoughts as he works, occasionally flipping through a book that he's using for reference.

So he straight up doesn't realize Tamaki came in until he actually speaks. This also means that he doesn't realize Tamaki floated in through the wall. How odd. Strange didn't hear a knock--maybe he let himself in?

Still, Tamaki must be here for a reason, so the least Strange can do is give him his undivided attention.

"There's no need--I don't mind company. Besides, I don't think I'm getting anywhere with this spell in the first place," said with an annoyed siiiigh.

[puddingemote]

Tamaki glances around the room, taking in the disarray of the kitchen. It's nowhere nearly so bad as his trailer, especially with all the food he's strewn around now, but it's still rather messy.

When Strange speaks, he turns his attention back, immediately interested.

"What spell?"

Strange's magic has been a mixed bag for Tamaki so far, but he knows the magician can do some incredible things sometimes. He wonders if the spell is something cool and flashy.

[kingsroads]

"A spell to make an object change state if the magician does." It is not cool or flashy in the slightest. It's also a bit of a weird spell, so Strange continues talking.

"Back in Portland, when you were a ghost, you weren't solid. Imagine if you could turn that on or off, choose to become solid or not, but every time you became a ghost, you dropped whatever you were holding. The spell I'm working on is to have the object you were holding become ghostly along with you."

Of course, it's possible that Tamaki's ghostly status in Portland let him pick up things to begin with--Strange honestly doesn't know. They rarely interacted with each other, after all, and the last time wasn't exactly under the best of circumstances.

[puddingemote]

Unfortunately it didn't work that way, so Strange isn't too far off. Still, Tamaki looks pretty surprised by the premise of the spell.

"That's pretty smart..." He probably could have used that, as a ghost. Though he could certainly pick things up and throw them around during his hauntings, actually being able to pick up an item and carry it with him was a skill that was beyond his reach. He's pretty sure it would be similar now; his clothes and Riori's Pokeball in his pocket come through the wall with him, but if he were holding something in his hands he would probably drop it.

"Can you become a ghost too, Merlin?"

I'm sorry I had to

[steadydollypegs]

Doll turns around at the sound of Tamaki's voice-- or more accurately, a chemise with Doll's legs turns around. She's trying to get dressed, and she's caught her undershirt on her new antlers and is trying so hard to get herself untangled.

"That you Tamaki?" She asks, hand waving a little bit. "No trouble, c'n ya help me out here? Lookin' f'r Joker?"

She is remarkably blase for a woman who was just walked in on while she's not really wearing anything.

[puddingemote]

Oh.

Oh.

It takes Tamaki a moment to register what he's looking at here; it's not like Doll is naked (thank god), but there's not much clothing between him and a bare chest. Tamaki just stares for a long moment, before his eyes start to travel down against his will, slipping over the bottom of the chemise and on down...

He stares at her legs for really longer than is necessary before suddenly shaking himself back to attention. Slamming his hands over his eyes, he turns around quickly.

"I-I'm sorry, Doe-chan. I didn't... why are you getting dressed in here!?"

Probably because you just walked through the wall of the dressing room, fool.

[steadydollypegs]

"Eh?" Doll frowns behind her shirt. "'Cause I wanted t'make sure my costume still fit okay. I need ta eat more," she says with a weary sigh. She's too thin, she lost some muscle too. Not in her legs though-- her legs are plenty nice looking, as Tamaki has no doubt observed.

"Tamaki, hey-- y'still there?" She asked for a little help, he just apologized and asked why she was in here. "This is embarrassin', ya know...?"

[pipers_son]

It's probably some time after Tamaki made the questionable life choice of walking in on Joker's beloved little sister changing that he ends up actually finding Joker, who seems to have been expecting him. In fact, judging by the grin on his face, the stage manager has been waiting for it.

He'll let Tamaki guess what he finds so funny.

[puddingemote]

Tamaki sees Joker. Tamaki sees Joker's grin. A cold dread pools in his stomach because Doll definitely mentioned it, and now Joker knows and this is so embarrassing.

He stops and stares at Joker for a moment, withering under his gaze. His eyes glance around but there is no help.

"Manager," he says in greeting, voice shaking. For another awkward moment, he continues standing there.

Then he says abruptly, "I'm gonna go practice," and turns toward to walk toward the silks. Maybe Joker will let him get away...?

[pipers_son]

Oh lord. Joker doesn't say anything, and he's half doing it as a favor to Tamaki because he's going to make some sort of horrible joke if he says anything right now, in the moment. So he gives the poor kid a moment to compose himself....

....Which is ruined when Tamaki practically turns tail to run. The laughter bursts out of him then, and he follows after him. It takes a lot of reaching, but he ruffles the back of Tamaki's hair. "Embarrassed, huh?" he teases. "That's what ya get when ya don't knock!"

[atouts]

All in all, Childermass is used to people just appearing in his trailer to annoy him. When someone steps in through the wall of his trailer, he doesn't even look up from what he's working on at the table of the little kitchenette. He has paper spread out across nearly all of it, as well as ink and the various tools one might use for drawing. There's a lot of pages that are just folded over or pictures scribbled out, rejects for whatever it is he's up to.

But back to how he doesn't bother looking up, even though he can sense someone just entered.

"I thought I told you to stop using the mirror to enter, Mr. Strange," he says, assuming that Tamaki is, in fact, the other casual trespasser in his life. "You're as capable of knocking as anyone else here and I would prefer not to have to take it down yet again."

[puddingemote]

Tamaki pauses when Childermass doesn't even look up at him, apparently mistaking him for Strange. Tamaki supposes he can understand where that idea comes from; Strange has walked through his own mirror at least once, after all. Maybe he does it to other people unannounced all the time.

He decides to have some fun, and, clearing his throat, he does his best attempt at a British accent:

"I've been working on a new spell. I have to randomly appear through mirrors to, um, practice my spell that... that makes people so surprised they jump all the way to the ceiling! Which is a way better spell than making plants grow really fast."

It's not a very good British accent.

[atouts]

No, it really isn't.

It also has Childermass looking up from his work to finally turn and raise one very judgmental eyebrow at Tamaki. Ah, so it isn't Strange at all. It would seem he isn't the only person who's picked up a bit of new magic, then. Well, fine. He'll set aside his paper and pen and turn further to address his intruder and his incredibly poor imitation both.

"Is that so?" Of course, he doesn't just call Tamaki out on it outright. Childermass only seems like he has no sense of humor, but it's hardly the truth. Still, he'll deadpan away as he replies. "Then you've done a poor job of it, Mr. Strange. As you can see, I'm still firmly seated here. Are you sure your spell might not have backfired and turned you into a meddlesome child instead?"