#evilmadscientistwizard

@necromancer-gaap

Gaap did wave back even if it wasn’t necessarily directed at him, he turns to Mike and gives his own respectful nod. “I’ll go settle in then, thanks for showing me around, and I’m sure we’ll cross paths again soon,” he says. He then turned to Tris and Cas to give their own goodbye. “Looking forward to working with you both sometime soon, once I’m properly sorted out I’ll come find you guys to discuss the afterlife and magic and such.”

@evilmadscientistwizard

Professor Trismegistus had assumed that Walters and Gaap would come back over to continue their discussion. But now Gaap was saying goodbye and Walters wasn’t even in the room. Their shoulders briefly sunk. Then they brightened up and enthusiastically waved Gaap off. “See ya later alligator! I’ll show you my lab later!”

Mike nodded at Teddy when he left. In response to Gaap, he also nodded at him saying, “Yeah, there’s some paperwork stuff we need to go over, but I’ll let you go for now.”

@necromancer-gaap

Gaap nods. “Sounds good to me, I’ll be glad to change out of this outfit.” He says. “And gotcha, I shouldn’t be too long I really don’t have much unpacking or unwinding to do, I’m frankly eager to start researching and testing what I can actually do.”

@bishop-percival

“The tall black armoire in the corner,” Mike replied. He dug into his pocket to retrieve a key ring with an assortment of keys on it, picking out a small bronze one presumably for the aforementioned armoire. He handed it to Teddy, trusting that he’d get it back to him.

Teddy safely tucked the key in his pocket. Then he looked Gaap over. He was considering asking if he needed anything else but... It may take awhile to dig out Thomas’ robes.

Besides: He needed to avoid being too nice. He didn’t want the other Glornists to think he was a doormat again after Autumn took advantage of him helping with laundry. (Although he still may be in the process of shedding that image so...)

Ello Gaap! It’s so nice to meet you! Cas and I have been running controlled experiments to determine what factors contribute to the formation of a ghost.

Now, as you can imagine, creating ghosts means killing a ton of people while we fine-tune our methods to increase the likelihood of a success. We’d be more than happy to provide fresh bodies in exchange for for collaboration.

Please contact me at your earliest convenience if you're interested.

I would certainly be very interested in a partnership like that, especially if I could also be included in your findings. It's very nice to meet you as well by the way. Out of curiosity how have you gone about killing people for these studies up to this point?

Fez was overall a busy man, working long shifts that blended his days, but something he enjoyed exponentially was proving he was correct in every situation, his career could wait, right now he was smug, excited to be his delightfully blunt and prudish self. Once and for all he’d put a stop to these ghost chronicles and get these pitiful believers off of his mind.

With his head held high, confident and fiendishly self-righteous, he marched to the food court and stood affirmingly dead set in the center full of bumbling watchdogs. He chuckled, fueled by his canting philosophy and so-called moral high ground, he placed his hands on his hips in a sassy demeanor and waited, grinning, watching for Tris.

@evilmadscientistwizard

“Wait, which Thomas guy?” Tris stopped pacing to concentrate on recalling that name. There were a lot of Ts in this place… Even without counting the uninitiated. And were they someone who was already dead? Or did they have to go bump them off first? “Oi!” Tris exclaimed while pointing their finger up. “You mean that ghost bloke hanging around, dontcha?” They jumped for joy at the idea. “He’s perfect! Easy to get too!” Bowtie, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased. But at least he hid it aside from giving Mike a look and letting out a frustrated exhale. “Don’t you ever get bored of that chump?” Bowtie flatly asked while speaking loudly enough for them to easily hear them. “Nope!” Tris gave an immediate, chipper answer. Welp, that was probably the best he could do without sticking his neck out for a dead guy. He turned his attention back to Mike. “How long will the tour be?” Bowtie asked as he casually pointed at Gaap over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure I’m there then.”

Not knowing the extent of Teddy and Thomas’ rapport, Mike had no idea why Teddy seemed miffed with him. Did he say something wrong? Who knows.

@necromancer-gaap

“I’m looking forward to it, but to the Professor’s question, in this theoretical experiment I would be determining if it’s possible to resurrect a soul into a body that isn’t its own, my hypothesis is that yes that should work, but it’s entirely possible there’s some metaphysical property of souls that prevents that that we aren’t presently aware of.” He explains. “And for Bowtie’s, with what Cas said, resurrection by definition does require returning life to something dead, otherwise it’s an unrelated process of animation, such as working with a clay golem,” he says. “ I suppose if you were to somehow seal a soul to an inanimate body that could maybe be considered resurrection as you’re returning something dead to life, but I still think that possession and animation would be more accurate terms.” As somebody with his own chosen name Gaap wasn’t going to question calling somebody Bowtie, at least for now.

@evilmadscientistwizard

“We gotta do resurrection at least once!” Tris exclaimed. “A permanent one!” Then they put their hand on their chin. “Although I suppose it would be difficult to keep our test subject under wraps indefinitely…” “Now, if we did decide to keep a success around for a longitudinal study we would have to select our test subjects carefully to prepare for such a scenario..,” Professor Trismegistus paced with their hand on their chin as they thought aloud. Largely to themselves. “We would need someone yielding. Someone who wouldn’t try to escape. Someone who wouldn’t recklessly go against us after death became a temporary state… Meanwhile between Professor Trismegistus’ brief flash of frustration, Cas’ scolding, and Gaap’s gentle yet thorough correction Bowtie was feeling rather foolish. And he wasn’t exactly liking the schemes brewing either. He sunk his head before slinking away from the group and to Mike. “Do we still have Thomas’ old robes?” Theodore’s voice had dropped to its soft, natural volume instead of the slight projection he used with others. Repurposing them made him uneasy. Yet it was better than facing Amy’s wrath for lending Sam’s spare robes to Gaap. Lola probably found them anyways.

Mike, who had just been quietly observing the conversation, watched as Teddy approached him.

“Oh right, Thomas’ old robes!” he repeated with enlightenment. “They should be tucked away in the vestry somewhere. Those would work best for Gaap until you make his own. Will you be here later to work?”

Cas, meanwhile, eagerly agreed with Tris. He rubbed his chin as he thought about a good candidate for their potential resurrections studies. He glanced at Mike when he remarked about Thomas’ robes, then excitedly turned to Tris. 

@evilmadscientistwizard

Professor Trismegistus perked up at the sound of their mate Mike calling their name. They shouted an, “Okey-dokey!” before rushing to the door to let him in. Then they heard about the new recruit. They paused for a moment, slightly jealous that someone skipped the usual initiation process. Yet it was easily overpowered by the potential implications. Tris threw the door open while waving at both. “Eya mate, wicked excited to meetcha!” They stepped out of the way and bowed at both of them, all while holding the door open with their back. When Gaap passed Tris they firmly took his hand and gave it a hearty shake. “I’m Professor Trismegistus, genius scientist, paranormal researcher, and student of the occult” They waited until everyone was fully inside before shutting the door. “So what’s your deal?” Tris asked as they walked back to their workstation next to the portal. “I mean, you gotta be mighty special if Reverend Mike is personally showing you around!” Meanwhile, a lanky watchdog with a lab coat, blue glass, & blue bowtie swiveled his chair around to get a look for himself. He flatly stared at the newbie while politely waiting for his turn to introduce himself.

@necromancer-gaap

Gaap’s slight apprehension at his hand being shook without much warning is overtaken by his intrigue when Professor Tris gets to the latter part of their qualifications. He also wasn’t not somewhat flattered by the ego fluffing his new status seemed to be affording him. Teddy gets a good look of this new recruit and his drab greenish grey outfit and fishing boots, still carrying along his moving bag. “I’m Gaap, Autumn scouted me straight from Mati, and I suppose you could say I’m quite special, and I imagine with your focus of study our aims are quite aligned professor, I’m a necromancer, you see.” he explained proudly. “As such Bishop Percival has offered me an immediate deaconship and I’m being initiated tomorrow,”

Mike lightly smiled at the sight of Teddy when he walked in. Then once Gaap mentioned he was a necromancer, he glanced at Teddy again to see if he could gauge a reaction from his flat face.

Suddenly, a disembodied voice emanated from a source unknown to Gaap.

“Woah, woah, really?”

A ghostly apparition appeared before the group, that of what seemed to be a deacon based on his red robe. It was Cas. He was hiding in anticipation of spooking a new recruit, but the mention of necromancy was too intriguing to mess around. Plus, he wasn’t sure it would be wise to scare someone who might have the ability to banish him…

Where can I find you? Are you on the Skullship?