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[brightstarshero]

Hold on. Hold on.

What's this about seeing ghosts?!

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[makinganote]

I don't see any ghosts. Do you?

[brightstarshero]

No, but there are people here who say they are!

[makinganote]

Did anyone say why? Maybe it's a virus, scientifically speaking.

[brightstarshero]

Why does a virus have to make everyone see ghosts?! What if I'm next!

[makinganote]

Don't worry! There has to be a way to make the ghosts go away!

[brightstarshero]

What if they decide to come after me?! I hate ghosts!

[makinganote]

I could help you ghost proof your house? No ghost can stand up to the power of science!

[brightstarshero]

Huh, really? You know how?

[makinganote]

Well... not really. But it can't be that hard, right? And I have luminol and a nifty footprint tracker with me!

[brightstarshero]

It's better than nothing.

action spam y/n?

[makinganote]

Right! I'll come over as soon as I can!

y!

[brightstarshero]

Awesome! Thanks, Ema!

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[makinganote]

[One worldhop later, Ema arrives in 1941. Ish. As usual, she has her handy dandy bag of scientific devices with her, as well as an extra flashlight and some candy and other snacks. Ghost hunting could make you hungry, after all, and there's no reason to abandon the search because of lack of snacks.]

Hi, Alfred!

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[brightstarshero]

[he's curled up on his couch. With a blanket over his head. Shivering]

Shhh, Ema! Don't let them know you're here!

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[makinganote]

[Ema pauses. He seems really scared, more than she thought when she talked to him. And while she probably could proceed scientifically on her own, it would be best if he wasn't hogging a blanket for cover. So she heads over to the couch.]

I don't think they can hear me. Are you okay?

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[brightstarshero]

......

If there are no ghosts around, I'm just fine.