Concerts to Pass Through

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 8, 2021 3:03:50 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 8, 2021 3:03:50 GMT

Morgan tried to be the well behaved kid growing up, especially given the not so behaved actions of her sister. The witch breed also knew how less th a n good her sister was even before a few years back so she really did want to not give her parents more work. However Morgan also now didn't have any of those around, nor did she always behave anyway. Try as she might the girl was perpetually haunted and sometimes what helped a ghost wasn't always on the up and up. Such as today as Morgan came through town she was visited by the company she always sort of drew in, one of which was a guy.

She was visiting a coastal city somewhere in Philadelphia. She'd been recognized a few times for her moments helping NYC against some moon shooting villain. Mostly though she was a nobody and had been able to just explore the town foe awhile. Morgan had considered going to a aquarium or the beach originally but then the ghost had shown up. Sinda cute, mid thirties, and his expression and body language said it even if she ignored some of the ghostly tells. He seemed to be the sort who felt their whole life wasted trying to do the job and be there for others. But when the world didn't come to his side like he tried to do for so many others thing s took a turn for the worst. And as the ghost got in her car while she saw more she didn't ask about it. Her question was simple "If you could have done one thing before you did uh that, what'd it be?" And the answer? It had the goth pulling up to a club and if one looked hard they might of seen her ghostly company. 

Morgan knew she couldn't get into the club. The live performance was using old Vocal Sounds tech to help make a concert level show in a place a little more elite and limited. Nice set up with  beach view but inside and a little more high class. Morgan was not rich enough to enter such a place, she also wasn't old enough. She highly doubted an eighteen year old goth was going to be let in regardless of ghostly company. The best thing she could do for a ghost was get him in, and she couldn't do that the right way. Morgan could haver walk through walls, so that was what she would select to do. Someone might notice someone who didn't fit, jeans and a black hoodie not fitting the extravagant who wasn't old enough to drink heading to the club. Might have noticed the hint of a shape of company going with her that clearly was more acquaintance. And while Morgsn thought herself out of sight and out of mind maybe someone saw her dissappear through a wall. 

She watched her company dissappear into the club, lost in enjoying his dying wish. Morgan did her best to stay in the corner hopefully ignored enough to enjoy the show. It was kind of funny how contrasting the club was in atmosphere. On the edge was a lot of well dressed types getting drunk, center more typical experience of cheering and jumping and a actual mosh pit up front. The performance itself was a number of high profile rock bands. There was a sort of "all of us can afford shows from the best, but some of us have sticks to far up to have a good time." Morgan though kind of wondered if she could dissappear into the crowd well enough to join the pit. Or maybe meet someone who'd let her actually try her first drink. "Not the worst place for a first time." Morgan would have chosen a more out in the open concert probably for her first time going to one but this wasn't her doing wish. She was however now someone who broke in, looked out of place and was on her own.

Who knew who she might meet tonight...

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 8, 2021 21:19:54 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 8, 2021 21:19:54 GMT

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Cory Carrick wondered what her teenage self would have said if she had known that, a decade later, she'd still be sneaking in to concerts. She supposed that, technically, she could afford a ticket these days, if she planned ahead - but her schedule wasn't all that conducive to planning ahead. She never knew if they'd be in port early or late or even what port they were going to be in. She had no idea why she was in Philadelphia. Cory was rarely even on the Atlantic side at all, but she'd been helping out a friend who'd needed another person with a diving cert on short notice - and since Cory had just been sitting in the research shack measuring sea cucumbers anyway, she'd left it to the grad students for the week and went up to discharge her obligation. Her friend had been photographic shipwrecks - not related to Cory's area of expertise in the slightest, of course, but the rule about not diving alone applied to all of them equally.

It hadn't been a bad dive, anyway. She'd found a couple sea slugs down there - common ones, nothing too fancy, but Melissa was a much better photographer than Cory was, and she'd gotten her to snap a few shots and promise her the files. Today and tomorrow were off for Melissa to develop photos, and then another dive the day after that. That meant Cory was fending for herself in the city, though, and even if she was fine couch surfing at Melissa's place most of the time, that didn't mean that she wanted to sit around watching her click through two thousand photos for the next two days. Cory had gotten bored, and started looking for other things to do, and the band playing here was reportedly pretty good. That meant that tickets were pretty expensive, though - especially tickets at the last minute, when they were all being resold by scalpers. Hence, Cory was back to her teenage shenanigans of making her way in her own way.

Getting caught by security wasn't an issue - security didn't tend to waste much time keeping an eye on solid walls. A quick shift to intangibility and a little mental gymnastics about not supporting the ticket sellers for moral reasons rather than just because she was still paying off student loans, and she was in. The warm up was good, the crowd was excited, and Cory was perfectly happy to vibe along with it.

That until the kid walking past said something about first times. Cory winced - the girl was probably high school or college age, just the right age to be doing something stupid and getting herself into more trouble than she could handle. Cory knew all about getting into trouble, but it was a bit different when walking through walls was an option. Cory moved through the crowd - maybe a little more literally than was strictly necessary, but most of them were focused on the stage and didn't even notice. Her hand reached out, tangible once more, tapping the girl's shoulder.

"Hey - don't mind me, but I couldn't help overhearing you back there. Just wanted to check in - you probably don't wanna do a first anything unless you've got a friend around to keep an eye on you, okay? There's some pretty sketchy people around places like this, you don't wanna get in more trouble than you want."

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 9, 2021 18:17:26 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 9, 2021 18:17:26 GMT

Having both been more interested in getting to the show it would seem neither saw the other sneak into the club. If Morgan had seen the intsngibility she might have had plenty of questions. Instead though she saw someone just coming her way. Older, had a sort of teacher look to them. The ones early in the career and nice, not having been worn out from years of having no budget to help their class. Closer she got hower there was a hint of the sea. Not to out of place especially here but it wasn't the smell of drinks or cigars, or smoking or sweat. Or well there was a lot of smells in the club.

She wasn't someone with those kind of super senses, it was just someone new to the scene experiencing things. Right quick, someone's coming probably not security. Did a alibi or lie seem the way to go. No she had a ghost's complextion and a jewel in her head she couldn't say someone here was a relative. At best she was a misfit goth in the callifornia girl scene she couldn't say she was with anyone here. Honesty was probably the best option she concluded. Her thoughts racing stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm about six feet above any family...and seven states away from anyone I know." Good save, that first part was drowned out by the band right? She wasn't that weird. "We could be eachother's trouble look out? First time club goer here sure. I can help uh.." She paused her sister was the trouble maker the witch breed didn't have much hellraising experience to bring to the table.

"After the show I can help find the place with the best sea food? My treat." A mental note made to try not to mention how she would find it. Trying to commune with the dead people and animals to get that answer would have sounded like talk from a crazy person. Who was she kidding, she probably looked to much the loner far from home breaking into a club to fool anyone.

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 9, 2021 20:32:48 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 9, 2021 20:32:48 GMT

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Ah. Well, that was a bit awkward, wasn't it? Cory noticed the girl's look after her first statement, and decided to do them both a favor and pretend that she hadn't heard the first bit. Besides, the 'dead relatives' game was one where all the participants lost, no matter how it went. It was better not to start that, especially not right now.

Cory was also pretty sure she could look after herself just fine, but she knew that attitude of not being willing to accept help. The girl wouldn't let Cory keep an eye on her, because that was admitting that she needed a babysitter (and not just a friend), but she was willing to trade lookouts.

Ah, youth.

Cory gave the kid a smile anyway, since she reminded her so much of her own younger self. "Make it somewhere that does vegetarian and I'm in." There was probably an ethical question there about letting a kid pay for her dinner, but she could always argue to split it later - or who knew, maybe the kid had money. Some of them were like that, too much cash and no one to keep an eye on them while they figured out what to do with it. "What's your name, anyway? I'm Cory."

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 10, 2021 16:01:46 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 10, 2021 16:01:46 GMT

Morgan kind of thought the first bit of her remark was heard but the lady seemed nice enough not to comment on it. At least for now, which also made it easier not to be mad at herself for it. Morgan was a little to interested and used to a topic of death for her own good given powers but that wasn't always fit for conversation starting. The idea of making a friend and just having someone's back sounded better then saying she needed looked after.

Not everyday was Morgan confident she could tackle living and doing things on her own. Doubting it though was a reminder of who wasn't around anymore. None of the three were ghosts and maybe that would be okay, if she didn't know where one of them had to have ended up. She tried to push that all aside though focus on company. Company who was a vegan. Damn it.

Morgan thought herself pretty clever with that idea, sure talking to ghosts was weird especially as it could be animals to. But it would help fins a great spot she imagined. That hole in a wall place with extra servings and a love for the job. Probably a shop destined to go under eventually do to corporate competition but at the moment had more soul to it. But what kind of answers could she get about vegetarian options? Trees did not have ghosts! "I'll do my best." Brush some hair back play it off cool, cool as a cucumber or a sea cucumber. Could those be eaten?

"Thanks for not turning me in Cory. Morgan." Introductions out of the way needed some way to just establish a friendship. "So how did you get in? Would you believe me if I said I just walked through?" Obviously she wasn't going to get by security she thought that a better answer then saying she turned into a ghost. More mysterious sounding and hopefully cool, as opposed to coming of weird, well weirder.

Last Edit: Nov 10, 2021 16:02:25 GMT by Memento Mori

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 10, 2021 17:30:52 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 10, 2021 17:30:52 GMT

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Morgan, huh? Morgan it was. The question about how Cory had gotten in got a quick flash of a smile, one that hesitated at Morgan's statement about how she had gotten in herself. I didn't know anyone else could do that. That wasn't quite true, Cory knew that meta-abilities were all over the place, and she couldn't possibly be the only one who walked through walls or have some sort of weird claim to the ability. At the same time, there was still a sense that it was just a little bit of a bummer, like she'd had something special and then realized it wasn't all that special after all. Kind of like a Ph.D. in marine biology, come to think of it. The grin was back, as quickly as it had hesitated, albeit for another reason entirely.

"Morgan." Despite the lingering amusement in her expression, Cory's tone was oh-so-very-serious. "When someone asks you how you got into a concert, you say 'I bought a ticket.' Especially in front of other people. So... to answer your question..." A quick smile, and a blatant, easy lie: "I bought a ticket."

She let it go at that, maybe she'd tell the real answer later, but this wasn't the place for it. Instead, Cory nodded towards the stage. "How'd you find out about these guys?"

Last Edit: Nov 10, 2021 17:31:49 GMT by Elusion

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 10, 2021 18:27:00 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 10, 2021 18:27:00 GMT

"See this is why I could use the back up." Cory didn't seem to need nearly as much help granted given that little moment. Morgan was willing to joke at her own expense however. No shame admitting she was the novice here, she'd met many of ghosts and they hadn't died by being a terrible lier about their break in. They'd died after breaking in a few times but that was different. Jokes also didn't kill well other then maybe ones self esteem. "Uh I mean that's what I meant. Walked right by cause I have a ticket."

Which was a lie that only got a scoff from somebody close by. Morgan hardly being convincing. Not knowing more on how Cory got in though there wasn't to much to dwell on. Though she wouldn't have minded finding out about another person with intangibility, if anything she'd have asked for advice. Morgan more likely to think herself somehow an obvious rookie with the ability over anything else.

She could lie, but that wasn't really her and she wasn't good at it. "Would you believe me if I said a ghost asked me to take him here? I`m uh trying to do the screw college I'll see the world thing, mixed with a try heroism thing. And while passing through I got a ghostly request." She initially thought that had to earn some form of cool points and credibility. Then realized she was saying she wanted to do good but also was clearly bad at it if breaking into places. She probably sounded like some nut job vigilante then. And said she talked to ghosts like a nut case. AHHHHH

"Uh how about you? Are you from here?" Morgan nolonger thought herself good at rebounding from her screw ups at this point. She figured no harm trying to keep company around though, if anything maybe talking to the living would do her some good.

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 10, 2021 19:02:31 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 10, 2021 19:02:31 GMT

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"Ghosts, huh?" Sure, why not. There was enough weird stuff in the world, there was no reason that talking to ghosts had to be any weirder than anything else. There was the brief flash of what maybe should have been a question: So, do you know my dad? - but Cory wasn't going to ask it. What would she even say if the answer was 'yes'? 'Hi dad, sorry but I don't actually remember you, I was only one and a half. Mom's showed me pictures? Anyway, I'm fine, hope you have a nice... death?' No. Cory wasn't really interested in the beyond. If her dad was out there being ghostly, that was his business and not hers, and she wasn't going to inflict that sort of business on a kid like Morgan. So the kid talked to ghosts, so what? Cory talked to sea cucumbers. They didn't talk back, admittedly, but she still talked to them.

"Do sea cucumbers have ghosts?" Was that really the question Cory wanted to ask right now? She thought about it for what was probably a much shorter time than she should have, and then added, offhandedly, "Do you call them 'sea boocumbers?'"

Cory held out her hand for a shake. "Hi. Yes. I'm a marine biologist and a very questionable sense of humor is one of the job requirements." Please don't hate me, I know I'm weird. Cory was not even bothered by that, honestly. "And I'm not really from here, I do most of my work in the Pacific, but I had a friend in the area need a favor. She's busy tonight and I needed something to keep me entertained."

Last Edit: Nov 10, 2021 19:05:57 GMT by Elusion

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 10, 2021 19:52:08 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 10, 2021 19:52:08 GMT

Odds were she had never met her dad, just likely wasn't in the same area for the haunting of his choosing. Unless he liked going long distances for a ouija call. One of the things Morgan and Isabella had fun doing was occasionally summoning a ghost just to startle a friend. Usually though a ghost hung by somewhere meaningful to them or related to when or how they died. There travel plans usually not exactly offering the most freedom of motion. If her ghost friend didn't follow her he'd have been stuck haunting around his home.

Laughter escaped the witchbreed. As curious about trying a drink as she was, Morgan was glad she hadn't had any drink at the moment. It'd have been spat out which was far from cool or making a good impression. "That was terrible! You can't just make dad jokes like that." Morgan was joking though of course. Such jokes though awful she kind of welcomed. Nice reminder of a simpler time for her. "If there's a boocumber I haven't met one. Did meet a goldfish once, terrible conversationist."

"Weird requirement but I can't judge. That's cool, so do you like ride dolphins? Investigate ship wrecks? Also just surprising. Didn't think that z job known for rock fans." Headbanging wasn't only kind of music they had tonight but it all seemed more energetic then what Morgan had expected. She would of thought the fishy people into something more relaxed, or those weird whale songs.

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 10, 2021 20:45:19 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 10, 2021 20:45:19 GMT

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With a sense of humor like that, it was possible that Morgan had a future as a marine biologist. Cory wasn't particularly surprised that she hadn't met a dead sea cucumber, although the information about the goldfish was somewhat curious, unless that was only a joke. Still, it put an interesting spin on the question of whether or not non-human creatures could have a soul.

"I don't actually study dolphins," Cory answered the question. Dolphins were always the first thing people thought of in marine biology - dolphins and whales, really. They were cute and they looked good on a poster and they kept the funding coming, but there was a lot more to marine biology than dolphins. "I specialize in invertebrates - primarily sea slugs, but also sea cucumbers. No, they aren't the same thing. Not even closely related. Yes, everyone asks that. I don't really do shipwrecks other than as habitat, but my friend I mentioned actually does shipwreck photography. That's what I was here to help her with, she needed a partner for a dive and her usual one had something come up."

It had been an easy enough favor to grant - sure, Cory had research going, but that was what graduate students were for, and they could take measurements just as well as she could. Diving opportunities weren't easy to come by, what with all the permits required and the funding necessary, so Cory had pretty much jumped at the chance.

"You'd be surprised what people listen to. It's pretty diverse. I like stuff that's kind of heavier. Something that allows me to release my burning hatred for writing grant proposals." And yet, there would never be any music that would ever quite match that hatred - alas. "And I have a particular soft spot for all those songs that you never want to admit you actually like once you know what the words are, and a lot of that is rock music. Besides... not all rock fans are geologists, you know."

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 11, 2021 3:08:50 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 11, 2021 3:08:50 GMT

Morgan would take a moment to shake the hand realizing she'd forgotten to do so and kind of left Cory hanging for a bit. She didn't want to interrupt but her expression hopefully conveyed her apology enough. It's not like she had a habit of shaking many hands ghosts didn't exactly fair well in that department. A gesture was also made to ask if Cory wanted to get closer to the band or where drinks were served. Morgan was more interested in present company and making a friend but she did also want to just enjoy a concert. She'd never been to one and as any nervousness passed thanks to conversation a desire to make the most of it formed.

"Would of thought that dealt in squids and octopuses. That maybe that was how you got in, like how a octopus hides in a tea pot. Not that you broke in of course...we got tickets." She was mostly joking and knew music was loud enough they couldn't be heard. Morgan wasn't going to full anyone with her lying abilities as she continuously proved. "Also no way, where was it? What's the story?" Some of her attention arrested by talk of an actual wreck. Morbid as it sounded it formed a curiosity if someone was down there. Maybe later Morgan could find pirate ghosts!

She kind of wished she didn't get as good a laugh out of the geology or grant jokes as she did. Hardly coming off cool as a boocumber there but she couldn't help it. Reminders of better times having won the eighteen year old over. "I don't know think I'm still in that wear it on my sleeve phase. It's a look. What I won't confess to is actually singing ever at all, to any of those songs. Or that I listened to this album probably nine times in the last week." In her defense sometimes on the road her phone had no connection and modern radio stations were a dying thing. So every once and awhile the CBS were the most reliable source of information. Also who was going to judge her if she did sing? TheDead, the road kill?

Yes..they did.

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 11, 2021 22:43:05 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 11, 2021 22:43:05 GMT

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Cory understood the unspoken gesture, having been to many a concert where things were way too loud to talk at all. She nodded her head towards the refreshments area instead of the stage, going with Morgan to slip into the drink line. "You want something? I'm not buying you beer but I'll get you a soda." With as much international traveling as Cory did, she needed to keep her record pretty clean, and getting busted for buying alcohol for a minor wasn't something she was willing to do, especially if having to get that all straightened out took away from dive time. Cory wasn't so straightlaced that she had anything in particular against teens trying different concoctions, but that sort of thing was better done at home and not at a concert venue. Besides, then the drinks were cheaper - and no one needed to worry about driving home.

"I can't do squid and octopi. They're too smart. Octopi especially, they're absolutely brilliant - smart enough that I'd feel bad researching them. A lot of specimens get pickled for study." Cory laughed, but decided that pointing out the obvious 'pickled sea cucumbers' was just too much. "They're what turned me vegetarian, actually. I used to eat everything, then I started thinking about how smart the calamari used to be and it kinda... snowballed from there. I'm not gonna be bothered by anyone else's choices, it's more just like... I can't do it any more." She shrugged. Maybe that was too much information, maybe it was too serious, but conversations never went anywhere interesting if everything you thought of saying stayed in your head.

"So, as for shipwrecks, there's actually a ton off the coast, they're all over the place. I'm not sure what the story was on that one, I am really not a history buff. They're kinda neat underwater though. Stuff grows on them. I'm sure if you want to know more, I could give you my friend's number - but be prepared to sit there and listen for about six hours, because she will tell you all about it. With pictures. She took about two thousand pictures yesterday down there, and most of them were probably the same." Cory was aware in her head that this was definitely a case of pot calling kettle black - she must have had thousands of images of nudibranchs in her files. That was for research, though, and that made it absolutely different.

"So, how'd your ghost buddy find out about the concert?"

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 14, 2021 2:40:46 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 14, 2021 2:40:46 GMT

Morgan initially went to reach for her wallet to pay for something herself. Then remembered she was absolutely going to get caught if she did that so probably should take the offer instead. The witch breed then figured she should take the offer, though she was a little bummed. Not having gone to many parties she did want to try a shot of something at least, they even had a bunch of fruit flavors so it couldn't be bad right? Not likely to be drinking yet however she looked through what options she could go with. "Uh cheapest grape or blackberry option."

Those were best colors, and flavors she thought. She also wanted it to not be costly however. There was a slight shake of the head at mention of pickling, wasn't a fan and thinking of that happening to sea things even worse. Then she slightly laughed at herself. To think she was so passive about grizzly sights and death, of how some things were even preserved. Yet that got to her? "Fair reasoning. Guess I just thought it more adventurous or something my bad." Plenty of jobs were interesting, and all of them had there challenges and draws to them. Morgan didn't fault any job, she just also was a adventurous eighteen year old out to be a hero. So winning thoughts and expectations ended up going for something more grand.

Which also meant she sort of lit up hearing about the wrecks. Death was sad, losing such property hard on people and yet it did intrigue her. She was excited about finding wrecks and investigating what happened. Wondering who might be down there to meet. "Gladly! I mean I'd rather just tag along but concert ticket buddies, probably isn't bring a friend to work material." Morgan went for her wallet though now and digged up a receipt and fished a pen from her pocket. Writing down her number, and maybe she shouldn't just hand such things out if she wanted to be a hero though she needed to be reachable however.

Finishing up with the note she'd continue. "He was a workaholic the always knew of stuff, but worked through all of the things he wanted to go to type. Often when one doesn't pass on they seem sort of grid locked, and what they need isn't always in the same spot. I help them get where they need to go. Or at least that's how I see it." Morgan supposed her encounters were not a certainty of rules for all kinds. Some also didn't believe in ghosts and things. With all the supernatural and super powered things going on beliefs were wildly various and she wasn't going to try and force someone to think something. "He's actually dancing over there, awfully out of step but means the world to him." She pointed to where he was, and odds were nobody saw him besides Morgan but she never minded that fact. The ghostly hero didn't know others perception or expectations she just knew her own.

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 15, 2021 15:12:43 GMT

Post by Elusion on Nov 15, 2021 15:12:43 GMT

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Cory had to wonder if the concert venue sold those awful "Little Rainbows" drink bottles that any kid who had ever been in tee-ball or soccer knew the taste of offhand - the ones that tasted like a supersaturate sugar-chemical solution, brightly colored and managing to taste different from one another and yet nothing like any actual fruit flavor that had ever or would ever exist. There had been a grape one, hadn't there? Cory recalled that it had tasted vaguely of soap, and averted her memories before she could think any more about the peculiarities of those drinks. The orange ones had been particularly vile.

Morgan handed her a piece of paper with a number on it, and Cory pulled her cell out of her pocket and entered it in, sending a quick text with her own name and number so that Morgan could do the same at her convenience. "Don't worry, my friend would love to have someone to show her photos to." They had reached the front of the line, and so Cory ordered drinks - grape soda for Morgan, Dr. Pepper for herself, paid for and handed out before they moved aside and Cory followed the direction of Morgan's gesture to see... nothing, really, other than all the other concert goers.

She wasn't going to say that meant ghosts didn't exist, though. If Morgan thought she could see them... well, how many people had actually seen some of the weird stuff out there in the ocean? That didn't mean it didn't exist. "Huh. So, how'd you get into ghosts, anyway?"

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Concerts to Pass Through Nov 16, 2021 7:42:10 GMT

Post by Memento Mori on Nov 16, 2021 7:42:10 GMT

Honestly Morgan couldn't remember the name of them there was a drink though she did remember as a kid that was supposed to be grape but wasn't. Her sister had gotten her one at a soccer game, Isabella soon after going to try her hand at sports. The drink tasted awful and made the sisters gag, Isabella's team lost. Upon loosing Isabella was blamed and started a fight, and Morgan tried to back her sister up. They lost that fight to, and yet even while being scolded and grounded the two troublemakers had been all smiles. Thankfully the beverage was good and not some tiny rainbow labeled poisom and the situation was a concert with someone nice instead.

She savored a sip of the drink before her phone buzzed. The phone was black the case violet accents and a pink skull sticker briefly could be seen on the back. Though Morgan also looked the sort to deny ever having anything pink. The number was saved, joining a very small roster of other numbers. "I mean you can share to. Don't sell the sea cucumbers short." And jokes aside Morgan meant it having a fondness for just knowing people's stories and interests. Sure the plants of the ocean might not be spooky like she fa voted but the ocean was, plus maybe just maybe she could use people to talk to who weren't recently corpses.

"Basically always. Other tricks took time but I've always been able to see and talk to ghosts and had a rock in my forhead." No reason to mention what the rock was for, and she certainly didn't want to discuss how it got there. "First one I can remember was my grandpa at five, he uh passed from surgery we'd never gotten to meet but were supposed to soon. Family vac a ton turned memorial but wasn't so bad cause he was there with us..." That was maybe to morbid a topic. Should be soda and friends and feet tapping to heavy metal.

"How'd you get into your job? Got any cool stories? Oh are those like lamp headed piranha things real?" She saw them in movies of course but that actually sounded harder to believe to her then ghosts.

Memento Mori