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[thanatophobias]

[You can tell something about this message has been a long time coming when it first clicks on, revealing the bust of a young boy with uncertainty in his eyes. The moment he confirms it's recording is the moment he places down the communicator with small hands, before settling back and sitting down. His eyes are downcast, debating - until he gathers some more courage and starts talking.]

Someone died.

[There's a lengthy pause after the announcement. He just... doesn't want this to make him a freak. He has to remind himself he's not the only one with an ability no one else has. That's the only reason he's brought himself to reach out.]

I can see her sometimes. She wants my help, [As all the benevolent spirits who visit him do, in the end,] But she won't say anything.

I don't know what to do.

[Dr Malcolm isn't here to help him. They'd said goodbye once he'd helped that little girl back home, but - he wishes he were here to give him more advice, now.]

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[aggressiveapathy]

I know. It's lame. The raccoons can't even spot ghosts and animals are supposed to be cool like that.

[She glances over at one perched on her dresser. As if it's his fault she can't join in on ghost adventures.]

But I can still talk to you. And you can see her.

[thanatophobias]

[April, you're one unexpected lady.]

You know what to do?

[aggressiveapathy]

Nope. But she sounds like a total weirdo and those are my people. So. We can try.

[thanatophobias]

[Didn't he have this weirdo conversation before?]

... I'm in my room right now.

[aggressiveapathy]

Okay. I'll bring snacks. We'll fix it.

[thanatophobias]

[... Cool.]

Okay.

[feed clicks off! And he waits in his room if you wanna make this thread actionnn.]

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[aggressiveapathy]

[aw, yeaaah.

April is actually good on her word, bringing up a couple bags of popcorn for this event. She lingers in the doorway instead of just waltzing in, though, glancing around.]

How many?

[thanatophobias]

[he looks up from his seat, placing down the communicator on the desk before he gets to his feet.]

How many-?

[aggressiveapathy]

People. Are we having a ghost rave or something?

[thanatophobias]

[oh.]

No, it's just one.

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm.

[She may just be slightly let down. But she moves into the room to sit on the bed now, anyway.]

So. How creepy is she being right now. From 1 to the Shining Twins.

[thanatophobias]

[beat.] Who are the Shining Twins?

[aggressiveapathy]

I'll tell you when you're older.

[Because, okay, if he hasn't seen it yet April can at least figure a movie about ghosts compelling murder may be a bad plan.]

[thanatophobias]

[What could possibly go wrong.]

You can tell me now.

[Because he believes he can handle it, okay.]

[aggressiveapathy]

If you do all your chores for a month.

[Did he even have chores? She didn't know.]

Now. Give me the low down, ghost whisperer.

[thanatophobias]

[Cole gives her a bit of a look - but he isn't the most expressive of children around, and she doesn't strike him as the type to be too impressionable about what children do or say.]

I don't know much. She just looks like she's been in water. But she has normal clothes on, so I don't think she was swimming.

[aggressiveapathy]

Bad boyfriend?

[Because if the oxygen channel taught her anything, it's that it's always the boyfriend.]

[thanatophobias]

[this is what happens when you don't watch oprah.

Cole blinks at April, then turns his head to stare at the wall.

(Actually he's staring at the lady ghost, but.)]

She won't say anything.

[Not even a nod or a shake of her head. Helpful.]