60th of Spring, 515 AV
OOCAs promised, here is the calendar event with more of the Poltergeist's exploits. Anyone is welcome, I only ask that you maintain posting order. Have fun, all! *makes it rain bloomers*
The day was beautiful; Syna's light was pouring upon the ground, giving it a light, mid-morning glow that promised a relieving Spring day after such a long, harsh Winter. The wind that was present was chilly, but nothing compared to the past days when Syna had not even shown her face.
Telor was walking through the Old Quarter on this particular day with his head down and his feet shuffling. He looked, not for anything in particular, but rather for anything in general. He had no work for the day and no money to splurge on alcohol. Therefore, he was stuck in a state of nothing-ness.
It was just as he was about to give up and return home for a nap that Telor heard the screech. The screech was high-pitched- obviously feminine- and so shrill that it produced bumps on his skin and made his blood run cold. Telor broke out into a flat sprint without another tick's thought. But when Telor arrived, he found not a horror present. On the contrary, the sailor found what was arguably the funniest thing he had seen all season.
The shriek had belonged to a mortified woman, who even now stood with her mouth agape in horror as her eyes rested on the Lord of Council's Office. The office was not what brought her horror, however. It was what covered it.
The grand and elegant building had a pair of underpants hanging from the doorframe. Stifling a laugh, Telor stepped closer and peeked in the door to confirm his suspicions. What he saw left him nearly incapable of speech as he gasped for air. Not only underpants, but...personal items of every kind were strewn all about the lobby. There were a handful of people rushing about, attempting to clean the place before it was discovered, but Telor knew it was already too late. The woman's scream had drawn a curious and concerned crowd, all of whom now stood in the lobby giggling and whispering to each other.
"I heard there's a ghost doing it all." "Not a ghost, you idiot! A Poltergeist!" "They're practically the same..." "You really think the Poltergeist did this?" "If he did, he's got a fantastic sense of humor!"
Telor himself sauntered over to a corner and picked up a pair or two of bloomers. Telor grinned, and turning to the assembled, he shouted, "These anyone's?"
The day was beautiful; Syna's light was pouring upon the ground, giving it a light, mid-morning glow that promised a relieving Spring day after such a long, harsh Winter. The wind that was present was chilly, but nothing compared to the past days when Syna had not even shown her face.
Telor was walking through the Old Quarter on this particular day with his head down and his feet shuffling. He looked, not for anything in particular, but rather for anything in general. He had no work for the day and no money to splurge on alcohol. Therefore, he was stuck in a state of nothing-ness.
It was just as he was about to give up and return home for a nap that Telor heard the screech. The screech was high-pitched- obviously feminine- and so shrill that it produced bumps on his skin and made his blood run cold. Telor broke out into a flat sprint without another tick's thought. But when Telor arrived, he found not a horror present. On the contrary, the sailor found what was arguably the funniest thing he had seen all season.
The shriek had belonged to a mortified woman, who even now stood with her mouth agape in horror as her eyes rested on the Lord of Council's Office. The office was not what brought her horror, however. It was what covered it.
The grand and elegant building had a pair of underpants hanging from the doorframe. Stifling a laugh, Telor stepped closer and peeked in the door to confirm his suspicions. What he saw left him nearly incapable of speech as he gasped for air. Not only underpants, but...personal items of every kind were strewn all about the lobby. There were a handful of people rushing about, attempting to clean the place before it was discovered, but Telor knew it was already too late. The woman's scream had drawn a curious and concerned crowd, all of whom now stood in the lobby giggling and whispering to each other.
"I heard there's a ghost doing it all." "Not a ghost, you idiot! A Poltergeist!" "They're practically the same..." "You really think the Poltergeist did this?" "If he did, he's got a fantastic sense of humor!"
Telor himself sauntered over to a corner and picked up a pair or two of bloomers. Telor grinned, and turning to the assembled, he shouted, "These anyone's?"