Town Hall, Late Friday Night
A general call had gone out - emails, and some texts, not that Ron's assistants had dared to tell him that - to gather up in Town Hall because there was a crisis and it needed to be addressed. And they needed everyone on the island to, well, address it.
Once some people had gathered up, Ron walked up to the stage with visible distaste. He wasn't fond of this part, okay?
Beside him, the official liaison from the Sheriff's Department looked just about as thrilled to be there. Tamsin had her arms crossed and she was glaring daggers at the back wall. Why did she have to be on duty for this?
"Hello," Ron said into the microphone. "We are being haunted."
A brief pause.
"We should fix that."
Another pause.
"Thank you."
Tamsin rolled her eyes and nudged him away from the microphone. "Yeah, we have a ghost problem," she said, "Just in case you didn't figure that out. Which I think you all did, going by the phone calls I've been getting. Anyway, I know some of you eggheads have been hitting the books and from what I'm hearing, you're actually finding stuff. So share stuff. And then some of you are going to go beat up stuff while we fix up some other stuff around here."
Ron cleared his throat.
Then he turned around and walked back into his office.
Tamsin rolled her eyes a second time.
"People who want to help by going out and beat up stuff, go stand over there," she said. "Anyone who wants to share extra information we don't have, get your ass up here. I'm hearing weird rumors flying around about rowan branches and it's psyching me out. Thanks."
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Once some people had gathered up, Ron walked up to the stage with visible distaste. He wasn't fond of this part, okay?
Beside him, the official liaison from the Sheriff's Department looked just about as thrilled to be there. Tamsin had her arms crossed and she was glaring daggers at the back wall. Why did she have to be on duty for this?
"Hello," Ron said into the microphone. "We are being haunted."
A brief pause.
"We should fix that."
Another pause.
"Thank you."
Tamsin rolled her eyes and nudged him away from the microphone. "Yeah, we have a ghost problem," she said, "Just in case you didn't figure that out. Which I think you all did, going by the phone calls I've been getting. Anyway, I know some of you eggheads have been hitting the books and from what I'm hearing, you're actually finding stuff. So share stuff. And then some of you are going to go beat up stuff while we fix up some other stuff around here."
Ron cleared his throat.
Then he turned around and walked back into his office.
Tamsin rolled her eyes a second time.
"People who want to help by going out and beat up stuff, go stand over there," she said. "Anyone who wants to share extra information we don't have, get your ass up here. I'm hearing weird rumors flying around about rowan branches and it's psyching me out. Thanks."
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