#nospaceofregret

A thought about them that they’d never share: After traveling with you for less than a week–no, in that first night you had enough energy to nudge me aside in my own body–you have usurped the spot for most insuffrable person I’ve ever worked with from the man who held that spot uncontested for thirty years.

Given the nature of your being, the amnesty of time might get you lower on that list.

The one strange thing he had not experienced, though, was any interaction with ghosts.  And given his record with the unusual, this was especially strange--people had or claimed encounters with ghosts all the time, it was practically commonplace, so what sense did it make for someone like him to never have even sensed a ghost?

But as far as he was concerned, this fact was entirely fine by him.  Ghosts unnerved him, though he could never quite pinpoint why.  Not that he spent much time puzzling over it, too unsettling.

It took no puzzling, however, to know when he was unnerved.

When a corporation as massive and involved as StrexCorp dissolves, its ruins are almost physical. Everything shifts, scatters, consolidates, shuts down, reopens - all of it at the mercy of the business landscape, which is several orders of magnitude more hectic than the innards of a termite nest.

Office 64 was at the corner of two innocuous streets in former Desert Bluffs, now part of Night Vale. It was owned by the shell corporation of a shell corporation’s limited liability company gained in a corporate merger three years before with another shell corporation for StrexCorp. It was of particular interest to the company because, after some traveling salesman-problem-esque simulations, it was determined to be the best point on the quickest route from the left quadrant area to the Bluffs, and therefore a good waypoint for delivery, mail or email or otherwise, to the interdimensional quasi-hell which housed all of StrexCorp’s consolidated PR departments for the southwestern mid-west left hand second quadrant of corporate affairs. Communication was complicated when it came to the PR departments, since half of them were owned and run in some capacity by beings that didn’t think on a human level. It was adjacent enough to the shell corporation HQ providing Main PR in the Bluffs, as to make navigation possible, but far enough away subdimensionally speaking that no one should end up there by accident.

By accident, the email ended up in the right inbox of the right server and was seen by the right person. They squinted at Sara’s email, sized it up.

“I don’t know what this is,” they said aloud to no one. Something in the back of their head said otherwise. They began typing a response.

Jim

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : Fucking bastards. a strange thought my muse has about yours : Shoulda trapped them in kazoo hell again before I murdered the shit out of them. a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :  ((Waaaay down the line, Jim putting them in a little, contained something or other and keeping them as a pet/to remind himself that he’s stronger than they are and they can’t hurt him anymore. Occasionally taking them out to mock them.))

Sara

Full Name: Sara Pauline HamiltonGender and Sexuality: cis lady, very gayPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: White/human ghost Birthplace and Birthdate: Carefree, Arizona - June 14, 1990Guilty Pleasures: white wine, oatmeal cookies (though she argues she never feels guilty about any of her pleasures)Phobias: losing her self, going back to Hell, anything bad happening to Jim or VanessaWhat They Would Be Famous For: If she’d ditched Strex for any other company, she’d be a famous CEO type. As a ghost, she’d be famous for haunting the entire internet. What They Would Get Arrested For: Sara would not be arrested. She takes great care to always cover her tracks. She has, on multiple occasions, gotten away with murder. OC You Ship Them With: I don’t ship her with an OC, but I do shop her with @desertbluffs-intern-vanessaOC Most Likely To Murder Them: That would be my friend’s OC, @thestrexfiles, and I’m totally not just saying that because they already murdered her.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: She’s quite partial to poetry. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche:  She doesn’t actually read enough books or watch enough movies to have much of an opinion, but she loathes that whole “Good always triumphs over evil” thing. Talents and/or Powers: She’s exceptionally good at reading people and manipulating them into doing what she wants. Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s exceedingly charming. Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s very nearly self-interest incarnate.How They Change: She starts trying to be a good person after her death, although she’s not entirely sure what that entails or why she’s doing it.Why You Love Them: She’s always a challenge to write, and she’s hilarious when she’s on a power trip~

{{I kinda like the results from meta!space best, so we’re going to do that}}

“I’ve brought back another friend,” Kinsey announced as she came back into Eve’s room. She’d been on another long walk around the library to burn off the after-jitters of another nightmare. Following her happily into the room was a librarian that hadn’t paid them a visit yet. “Found this one down near the music CDs.”