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Willard H. Wright ([personal profile] alethiological) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-05-30 01:34 am

How to Train Your Poltergeist [Closed to Aradia]

Most people, what with living normal lives and having sane modes of being, will come from work at a reasonable hour of the evening. They will probably clean up the place a bit, maybe make dinner or order it out, then go to sleep mentally walling themselves off from the very concept they have to wake up and deal with the same pointless stupidity for another day in an unending cycle until their inevitable demise.

Sadly, this is not one of those people. Instead a door is unlocked at just shy of four in the morning, opened to a pitch black room lit up by a single computer screen. The lights are flicked on - all bulbs still intact, good news, she's getting better - but the room remains dead and abandoned otherwise. Better news.

"Ghost Girl, get out of my computer." Punctuated by tossing his bag right on the couch where the laptop is. It's probably only dumb luck that keeps it from falling off. Or dead teenagers. Details, details.
megidoomed: (♈ everything will come in time)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-30 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Similarly, most normal people would tense up if someone entered their apartment in the dead of night with no warning. Thankfully, Aradia neither has a body to tense nor actually owns the apartment - if the mystery intruder was a stranger, they'd be trying to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

Which is almost a pity. At least then she'd get some enjoyment out of spooking them. Will's far too unflappable for that to actually work.

It doesn't take much effort to click the laptop shut when she leaves it - gently, she's trying - and it feels like a courtesy to do so. Like closing a door, or washing your plate after dinner. Or, y'know. Not like throwing your bag at somebody's fetter. Because that's distinctly rude, even if she doesn't seem to care when she re-materializes on the couch.

"You know, you're more likely to damage the laptop then I am if you throw things at it."
megidoomed: (♈ it's how i'm meant to function)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-30 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
The reactions are about what she expected, really. If he stopped being an ass then she'd have to worry about whether imposters were involved, and that would get messy fast. Not that she isn't tempted to snark back in defense of the poor laptop's virtue (it's been kind to her), but the mystery surprise kills it before she starts.

A moment later she abandons her post on the couch to investigate, and sort of shamelessly debate whether she wants to cheat or not. "Kind of a roundabout way to get me to practice more. Also quizzes usually have multiple choice answers."

But doing it fairly would... probably be more polite, and she's curious to see if she actually can exert that much pressure yet. Hm.
megidoomed: (♈ i can see the endings that)

1/2

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-30 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Well, uh.

So far this has been an incredibly informative exercise.

Namely that Mr. Dude-That-Let's-Us-Live-In-His-House does not appreciate cheating.

Of course there could be other reasons, such as a long night or a troubling job - though she's not entirely sure what he does, and doesn't know if she wants to know - but the simplest conclusion is usually the most accurate.
megidoomed: (♈ it's pretty much this hard to keep)

2/2

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-30 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Aradia's not the type to scare easily, and frankly she's not afraid - staring death in the face and saying 'no' has a way of beating fear out of you - but it was honestly a reaction she hadn't expected. Going from gentle teasing to outright hostility in the span of a minute is a fast way to remind someone that you don't really know them.

The lights may have had a crisis moment right along with Aradia's non-existent heart, but thankfully there were no further casualties. That might've ended up being too much.

"Point taken." Now that the panic's ebbing away, it's left a sense of numb determination. Because she also caught that implication that she can't do it, thank you, and that's practically more annoying then being glared to death. Which is probably his intended point, but that doesn't mean it isn't working.

... she just needs a minute. Or two. Willpower isn't a strong point right now.
megidoomed: (♈ the meaningless destruction)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-30 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Squinting at him would require looking away from the box.

In the entire time he took to fix himself up, Aradia's barely moved an inch. She knows perfectly well how to manifest and open the box, but actually putting willpower into action is a bit beyond her reach after that fun excursion down murderglare lane. Each attempt lasts barely a heartbeat before she slips and flickers back into intangibility.

This, predictably, doesn't improve when a looming shadow drops over the scene. To her credit, she managed to actually touch the box before she failed this time, and there's no evidence of tension in either state. Just the forced, frustrated apathy that comes with being Ghost Girl. Everything is fine. Progress will happen.... eventually.

"I'm okay." Wait, no. That's not what he asked. It's a reflexive response and does little to change how flat her voice is. "I can do it. Just working out how."
megidoomed: (♈ just as long as i complete)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-31 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
They're both idiots, too stubborn to clarify what they mean, and someday it'll be the death of them. Or something like that, at any rate.

She doesn't reply to the change in terms as he walks off to get coffee, still marshaling her thoughts into something useable. Everything about being a ghost requires focus and willpower, and being spooked doesn't help her tenuous attempts in the slightest. The box barely rocks when she finally manifests long enough to start - but any wisps of pressure while prying at tape makes her falter, hands slipping uselessly off the side. It's stupid and ridiculous and this should be easy but she keeps failing at the first hurdle, and

Okay, that was an accident.

Frustration is perhaps too useful a motivator at times, as Aradia misjudges her next try and accidentally breaks a hole through the cardboard. Luckily she panicked and faded before she did much more then damage the box, but. Well. Whoops.
megidoomed: (♈ i see in full clarity)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-31 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
It breaks her away from that awful, paralyzed staring at the box, because what. He didn't. She hadn't even asked, and while she's still not entirely sure what he does every day, the apartment suggests it doesn't result in much coming in.

But he did, because now that she's aware of it, the faint buzz of static surrounding anything electrical is setting her teeth on edge.

"You." How is he real. She doesn't bother finishing her outburst of confusion because curiosity wins out fast, turning her efforts back to prying away the cardboard, albeit slower without that sharp force of frustration driving it. But progress is progress, however slow - and it's not long before bits of box start neatly piling up nearby. Goddamnit Will.
megidoomed: (♈ it would be okay)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-05-31 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd normally comment on how surreal the difference is, between this and the party that shall not be mentioned, but let's be honest here. Ripping up cardboard is fun enough when you're not stuck barely able to interact with the world.

It's not long before she's made a big enough hole to tug the laptop out, though that in and of itself requires a fresh manifestation just to be completely certain that she can't drop it. Because regardless of how small it is, or how he got it, or anything it's still something he went out of his way to do. Self interest probably played a part, admittedly - this way she doesn't risk blowing up his ancient netbook by accident - but hey, small steps towards friendship go a long way.

Now if she could stop staring in complete awe and start it up, that'd be great. Any moment now.
megidoomed: (♈ i'm alive,i'm smiling)

/leaves this tag for last because fuck you you're not taking my phone too ;_;

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-06 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
That poor coffee machine wouldn't know what hit it. It's short life couldn't have prepared it for this moment.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." Even when her stunned silence breaks, there's still a shaky edge to her voice. Because it's a gift and he's being nice and what. It's a link to a life she thought she'd never have again. Which opens up other doors by itself - does she contact her old friends, or would it be kinder to let her own shade lie?

Probably the latter, whoops. "Baring any explosive learning accidents, I mean. Those can still happen even if I'm trying not to. And if they happen I'll do my best to fix it myself somehow because that's just rude otherwise."
megidoomed: (♈ it would be okay)

ARE YOU, ARE YOU REALLY

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-08 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
Aradia does notice, in the split second that she looks up from the laptop to see how Will reacts, sees the hunch. Takes a moment to wonder if it's just the coffee, or if something went wrong at work. But he sounds amused, it's almost a peace offering, and for once she doesn't feel just... blank.

"Accidents are still accidents. It'd be best if I avoid breaking it to start with." She manifests again, wanting the actual tangible feel of opening the laptop for the first time. Possessing it would be faster, but there's always later for that.
megidoomed: (♈ everything will come in time)

fine then I /guess/ you get an invitation to the funeral B|

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-09 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey. I'm not that bad."

Okay, so she's not as mad as she wants to sound, evident by the mock-frown giving way to another smile halfway through her outburst, further punctuated by the distinct lack of distressed electronics. If anything she's being overly careful in her treatment of the new laptop - her eyes stay glued to the screen as it slowly boots up, hesitant to let anything slip past her shaky control.

"Breaking things is just fun and relaxing." Not to mention more then a little addictive, shh. "And this is an excuse to practice... not doing that."

Everyone has their vices. Hers just happen to involve destruction of public property. Fight her.
megidoomed: (♈ i'm alive,i'm smiling)

throws confetti

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-10 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Hah, she knew it. The silence is briefly respected, as having her enthusiasm returned in some way is encouraging and that's probably the most emotion she's ever coaxed out of her grumpy roommate in a single sitting. Wonders will never cease.

"Bad or not, it's still fun." Welp, silence broken. It was good while it lasted. "And relatively less destructive then bottling everything up. It's easier to replace lightbulbs then fix a bigger mistake."

Or that's how she justifies it, at any rate.

The laptop's fan whirs as it finally clicks over onto the desktop, and she has to take a moment to just appreciate the laptop existing. Sure, using Will's laptop was more contact with the world then she'd had in a while, but... there's something different about having one for herself. Actually having something she can call her own is oddly empowering. But first things first--

"Okay. Wifi password?" Priorities are important.
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[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-11 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
... Yeah, she got about a third of that down, and that's being generous. Having to split her attention between hands and hearing and not breaking the computer leaves little room for detailed comprehension.

Aradia eyes the mostly-empty password box as the cursor blinks cheerfully in the corner, before switching the blank stare to Will. There was probably an easier way to get her to dial down the noisy enthusiasm, but a shot of frustration is apparently effective at getting her to do it fast.

"That's a pain to transcribe on purpose, isn't it."
Edited (fuck grammar 2k15) 2015-06-11 12:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that was unexpected.

She'd prepared for more dry sarcasm at best, another accidental landmine at worst. Instead Aradia's left watching in confusion as Will scours the cupboards for something to write with, waiting for the sharp turn the conversation had taken to sink in properly. All she'd asked was if the password was a pain on purpose.

The sheer panic she'd caught a glimpse of felt comically out of place, a dissonant streak in the picture she'd started piecing together about her mysterious maybe-friend since he'd offered her somewhere to stay. It's not unwelcome, per say, just unexpected and almost unreal.

Maybe that joke about impostors earlier wasn't as far off as she'd thought.

"If its a hassle, I could... try typing it again." Her voice sounds strange to her own ears, still lifeless from the dose of frustration but more hopeful then before. In a quiet, hesitant sort of way. "I wasn't prepared for you to recite it that fast."

Except that sounds like she's blaming him, that's not what she meant, and a heartbeat later her frustration turns inward because that was such a stupid way to phrase it. Why do words happen so much.
Edited (why does grammar happen so much.) 2015-06-17 05:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-20 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
And there it is again, that odd stop-catch-restart that flits by in the span of a second, and she would've missed it completely if she hadn't already been staring. She has no time to pry into it, because ignoring the post-it note would be rude after all that hassle and she does want to set up her laptop properly, but it buzzes at the back of her thoughts regardless.

Something set off the sudden shutdown, clearly, but she can't tell what beyond the apology (which is ridiculous), or her screwing the password up to begin with (which is... less ridiculous). And if it's the latter, she's pretty much doomed to be tripping deadpan landmines forever.

But that can be worried over later, because internet. Glorious internet. The world is her oyster. "I wasn't planning on crashing anything. That'd be really counterproductive to actually being able to use it."

Plus, she'd feel bad about eating up his internet bill, even if she'd never admit it. Those get expensive.
megidoomed: (♈ not in circles but in spirographs)

[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-21 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
The problem with good faith is that implies she isn't considering this new avenue of emotional torture. "There's an idea."

Because really. It'd work all too well - all the fun of destroying something, with twice the benefits as everything would be available to use. And it's tempting enough to entertain for a lengthy moment as she fiddles with her old email password (shut up, it's been two years), but ultimately the idea gets discarded with little fanfare. "Luckily, that'd take too much effort."

It'd also require admitting she can't hack all that well, but details. She could always possess the neighbour's router and reset it or something. That's how electronics work, right?
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[personal profile] megidoomed 2015-06-21 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
It takes her a moment to catch the wording as a joke rather then another accidental moodflip, but when she does she can't help the grin. This totally counts as a victory, okay, she actually understood that one. This is the horror Mystery Dude has unleashed upon his life. There's no saving him now.

"I'll let you know if there's anything," because even if she feels awful for asking, it's still practical to acknowledge it. He has hands, she doesn't. All that means is she'll need to find a way to pay him back for it, someday, in favours or something else.

Even if he's a confusing pile of contradictions, he still went out of his way to help, and there's evidence of something buried under the apathy now. She needs to even that debt before she inevitably ditches the mortal coil.

Which reminds her-- "Oh. And... thank you."

Surprisingly, she has manners. Her habitual disregard for tact is a choice, not complete ignorance (usually) - it's there when it matters, and that's good enough for her.