undergrounds | The Times, They Are A-Changin' (OTA)

A. 99 Luftballoons - Hillingdon House

Rorschach was up early in the Hillingdon House. He was down in the kitchen, staring at the jar of sugar like he was going to burn a hole in it by sheer force of will. Many things had faded from his time as a human being. He'd forgotten how to breathe, what sleeping and dreaming felt like, and even what it had been like to be visible all the time. What hadn't faded was the memory of sugar cubes. He'd always had some in his pocket, chomping on them whenever the urge struck him. Right now, he'd give up what passed for a soul to have a bite of just one.

When someone comes into the kitchen, he whips his head around, alarmed, and suddenly disappearing. When he realizes it's just another resident of Hillingdon, he flickers back into existence, taking up residence at the table once again. He doesn't say hello or make any introduction. This is on par for interactions with the quiet, laconic ghost. Rorschach is always just sort of there, like a piece of furniture that they just can't seem to get rid of.

B. Desolation Row - Around London

When you're dead, there's nothing but time on your hands. Rorschach has learned this well after thirty years of roaming around London. Frankly, it's a shame he doesn't have one of his journals in his pocket anymore. He would have filled up a dozen of them by now with everything that he'd seen over the years. This city was much the same as New York: pretty on the surface, but full of grime when one looked at its underbelly. So many supernatural types made this place their home and most of them showed some sort of malice towards human beings. If only he'd been alive, he would have taken great joy in clearing them out. As it was, all he could do was watch, and occasionally point hunters in the right direction.

He can be found in numerous spots all over the city, but he avoids the Thames as an inescapable obstacle. Whether just walking down a crowded street, perched on the rooftop of a tall building, or riding through the Underground, Rorschach watches and waits. Though what he's waiting for, he just can't say. As it is, he can be found only occasionally visible, his odd mask the first thing that stands out. Otherwise, people just feel a cold chill as he passes by or goes through them, a sudden weird feeling making the hair stand up on the back of their necks.

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While Sirius is fairly used to supernatural happenings going on around him, he's a little startled by the sudden disappearance and reappearance of a ghost at the table. Although, after he shakes it off and recognizes him, he relaxes.

"Still here, huh?" he asks, nonchalantly making his way over to a cupboard.

A crowded street? The Dodger's natural place of work. Not that he's actually doing much today. The nip that's been in the air the past few days seems to have turned itself right up, and the Dodger has kept his hands to himself as a result. They're shoved into the pockets of his coat, curling into fists in an attempt to keep warm.

"Wonder if it'll snow?" he mutters, mainly to himself. If it did snow, that was a day of next to no work - when the trains went off, it tended to create more grumblers and people grumbling tend to be more aware of what they have on themselves.

Ah, it's the Hillingdon ghost.

Eames steps onto a train (thank goodness for the 24 hour tube honestly, 2017 is looking up,) and takes a seat and picks up a discarded newspaper to occupy himself. It's a little after 1AM, good and quiet and empty, which is good because Eames has been in an increasingly shitty mood for the last year.

He's half-heartedly reading some nothingy article on international affairs — something to do with France, but honestly fuck France — but whether or not he's being stared at, it's hard to shake his awareness of the ghost's presence on the carriage. Mostly because he's fairly certain this guy would've tried to kill him about thirty times over by now if he could.

It's incredibly casual, the way he asks, "still invisible to the less sensitive?" As he flips the page to some celebrity gossip he couldn't care less about, and turns to the next page in hope of something at least vaguely interesting.

Roddy jumped when he went into the kitchen only to see a pale, ghastly form vanish, only to rematerialize. He'd seen this figure before, but it creeped him out every time. Some ghosts, when they realized they could be seen, tried to make conversation. When they did that, it at let Roddy know something about them, made them seem more human.

This ghosts never strung enough words together for that to be the case, however.

"Right. Just what I wanted. A daily dose of creepy to go with my balanced breakfast."