009 - [Voice]

[londonsworst]

Oh, a big thank-you to all you lovely folk who asked about me that day. Means the world to me, it does. But I'm all all right now, see? Doin' just great.

Runnin' out of fillin', though. Might need to go get some.

[There's a long pause, and then the feed seems to cut out.]

[Private: Giovanni]
[Unless you're that kid with the goggles and the bowl-

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[the_aurailia]

It good to see you are okay Miss, I was worried si? Very much with concern.

[Voice]

[londonsworst]

Aw, you're a right good lad you are, eh? Wasn't quite there when we first spoke, but thanks all the same, dear.

[Voice]

[the_aurailia]

I am so glad you feel better, ey, because you are good woman. Remind me of my mami...

[Voice]

[londonsworst]

Oh, dear. I'm glad you think so.

Private: Weird Pie Lady. [Voice.]

[schaltkreisen]

Are you having second thoughts? I'm afraid it's already been disposed of.

[Where disposed probably means 'passed onto Einstellsehn', but, well. Details.]

... You've recovered well, already.

Private: Bowl-cut lad. [Voice.]

[londonsworst]

It was only a wee knock-about. Don't last long in London if you can't deal with them.

Nah, love, what I want to know is: did it stay meaty?

Private: Lady Lacking Hairnet. [Video.]

[schaltkreisen]

... Hahah.

Did you suspect something? ... I'm glad you asked.

[And now he's on video. The picture isn't of him, though, but of something else on the floor, the gnarled and misshapen remains of the ghost. It hasn't become any more rotten than it was: no bloating, blistering, molting, or further evidence of decay that should have occured by now. Instead, it seems to be slightly translucent. Giovanni brutally goes to kick it; his foot goes straight through, and the body only sways gently, as if in a breeze. A strange hazy residue remains on Giovanni's shoe, and slowly dissipates into thin air.]

It was normal - as you say, 'meaty' - until quite recently, as it happens. This only began yesterday.

It looks like it'll eventually fade entirely.

Private: Superfluous Goggle boy. [Video.]

[londonsworst]

[She switches her own on. She recoils a tiny bit, more out of surprise than horror, but then leans so close than only her eyes and nose can be seen from the other end, as if that'd make the picture bigger.]

Blimey, that's a right queer sight.

[She draws back a little, a small frown on her face. It's the picture of determined thinking.]

So that was a good long while it was all right, then... hmm... and give 'em time for prep...

[She trails off, looks at the camera long and hard, and then speaks.]

Well. What I'm thinking, see, is that these ghosts take a lot and don't give all too much back, right? Right rude, it is. Now... maybe we let them give us a little bit back. Give suss-ten-unnss for the tenants. The food 'ere ain't that good when you get it.

If you get it...?