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[this_is_pam]

Pam had, before tonight, never participated in a fake seance before, but she was pretty sure that they weren't supposed to involve real ghosts.Had she been her normal age, it still would have been freaky as hell, but she might've been able to think of some sort of rational response. As it was, though, she -- along with almost everyone else -- had

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[jim_halpert]

Had Jim actually known there were ghosts running around on the island, he wouldn't have ever considered the idea. As cool and collected as he chose to present himself, there was nothing but sheer panic inside of him following the appearance of the ghost. He just ran as fast as his legs
could take him, out of the fields and through the brush of the jungle in the general direction of the path. He'd have to hit it eventually. He'd just have to

[this_is_pam]

Left on edge from the encounter with the ghost, the noise from the brush was startling enough that Pam turned to face it, with hardly enough time to realize what was going on before she was falling backwards, the weight of being hit too much for her to try to stay on her feet. The cry she let out was instinctive, though not unwarranted; the ground wasn't exactly soft, nor was the person who'd landed on her light. She did, however, manage not to hit her head too hard. That had to count for something.

"Um, the last time I checked, yeah," she said, eyes mostly closed as she winced. Only after trying to shift underneath him did she realize who'd fallen on her. Admittedly, this wasn't exactly the way she'd ever imagined Jim winding up on top of her, and as that wasn't anything she'd been intending to think at all, she couldn't help but blush. At least it was dark enough that, she hoped, he wouldn't be able to see, or, if he did, that it'd be dismissable as just being flushed from running so much. The whole being young thing had been fun

[jim_halpert]

It took Jim a minute to realize exactly what was wrong with their current position. It was without saying that the minute he did see, he hastily got off her, sitting next to her instead. That his own cheeks were red was something he was contributed to running for his life and certainly not because of blushing.

"I didn't - I didn't see you," he stammered, breaths coming out in quiet huffs of air. She had a little more time to catch her breath than he did. Standing after a moment or two on unsteady legs, he held out his hands to her to take them. "Let me help you up. Are you okay?"

[this_is_pam]

As soon as he was off her, Pam attempted, with a bit of difficulty, to get herself propped up on her elbows. Even so, she was sure that she was fine. The fall hadn't exactly been comfortable, but more damaging was the way she'd just blushed, though he, fortunately, didn't seem to realize it. That would likely have just been a quick way of making this exponentially more awkward.

"I think so," she answered, reaching up to place her hands in his so she could pull herself to her feet, though she cringed as she did. "Nothing's broken, anyway. That's probably a good sign." It couldn't be much worse than a couple scrapes or bruises, she figured. In that respect, she was probably lucky. "How about you? You didn't hurt anything, did you?"