Your name is Casper Deetz, a photographer for the paranormal playboy magazine Afterlife Delight.Your mission is to take sexy pictures of phantoms to print, publish, and sell to horny ghost fuckers worldwide.You wake up in your crappy apartment block. It’s 11:35 AM. Your shift starts at midnight, so you’d better get to the office soon.>Examine self.>Consider shitty studio apartment.>Write-In.
>>4506423>>Consider shitty studio apartment.
>>examine self in shame
>Consider shitty studio apartment.
>>4506426>>4506432>>4506435>>4506439>>4506452>>4506460>Examine self.>Consider shitty studio apartment.It might only be one room --Well, two if you count the bathroom and three if you count the little nook you call a kitchen-- but it's your one room damnit! You've got everything you need. Bed, minifridge, that poster of Sadako in her wet, clingy dress, everything. Looking at yourself, as usual, you see much to be desired. Most pressing of all, you're clad in only your boxers. The boss is gonna throw a fit if you show up to work half-awake and half-dressed again.>What do you do?
>>4506486snort a rail of coke and go to work
>>4506486>Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Time for EGG.
>>4506486Drink the stale coffee and get dressed
>>4506487>>support this one. but make sure its ghost coke
>>4506487>snort breakfast>eat coke
>>4506532>>4506520>>4506502>>4506487>>4506493>>4506534>snort a rail of coke and go to work>support this one. but make sure its ghost cokeYou dig through your cabinet of ghost coke. Your boss passed it to you in secret as a "sign-on" bonus, but you don't really do ghost coke. Or regular coke for that matter. You figure that the boss is pretty old school. Instead, you pocket it for later. >Drink the stale coffee and get dressedGiven your critically shitty sleep schedule, you down one of several mugfuls of coffee you have scattered about your apartment for emergencies and fasten on your CAP and JACKET. You reach for your camera bag, but find it PECULIARLY missing.>Check your SPECTRO-TEC box.>Check your bathroom.>Berate your ghost roommate for stealing it.>Write-In.
>>4506540>>Check your SPECTRO-TEC box.Who's our ghost roommate? I hope they're spooky
>>yeah let's check out the Spectro-Tec
>>4506540>Check your SPECTRO-TEC box.
>>4506540>>Check your SPECTRO-TEC box.
>>4506562>>4506565>>4506568>>4506574>>4506586>>4506641>Check your SPECTRO-TEC box.Of course, your trusty SPECTRO-TEC box! Not only does it double as a minifridge, but it keeps all your ghost hunting gadgets nice and chilled! Aha! There's your camera, stuck in between that mysteriously empty display jar and your pocket Spectrometer, but the bag is still MIA. >What do you do?
>>4506660Inspect the typewriter.
>>4506660>Pick up camera and spectrometer, your tools of trade>take a pineapple with you as a snack
>>4506662+, also, take the pineapple as a snack/weapon.
>>4506660>search the bathroom
>>4506662>>4506669>Inspect the typewriter.You inspect your typewriter. It appears you were midway through writing your hot and steamy self insert isekai story with EXTREME ELF EAR ACTION. Your face flushes pink as you tuck it a bit deeper into the SPECTRO-TEC box. You'll finish that up later.>Pick up camera and spectrometer, your tools of trade>take a pineapple with you as a snackYou take your camera and specterometer, trusty tools of the trade for any aspiring ghost photographer. These are pretty old school compared to newer, flashier industry standard models, but they're reliable and sturdy. You used these while freelancing!You also grab your trusty PINEAPPLE. It'll serve as both a ready propellant to hostile ghosts and a snack for when you get hungry.>Bid farewell to your ghost roommate before heading to work.>Rush to work, no time to waste.>Write-In.
>>4506724>>Bid farewell to your ghost roommate before heading to work.
>>4506724>Bid farewell to your ghost roommate before heading to work.Here's hoping it's a ghost girl...
>>4506724>Bid farewell to your ghost roommate before heading to work
>>4506727>>4506730>>4506731>Bid farewell to your ghost roommate before heading to work.You call out a goodbye into your apartment. Right as you open the door however, you see your roommate holding out your bag to you. You're not quite sure what gender ghost they are, they're always hiding behind things and have yet to whisper a word to you. The long hair does give a bit of credit to the female side of the spectral spectrum.You take the bag with a nod of thanks, dumping your gear into it and slinging it over your shoulder. Your roommate's eye turns up happily as they wave to you.>What do you do?
>>4506749If today isn't take-a-roommate-to-work-day, it should be. Ask them directly if they have anything going on.
>>4506724>>Bid farewell to your ghost roommate before heading to work.Ghost propellant? Do pineapples cause ghosts to lose control of their flight?
>>4506749>wave back and bid farewell>get to your office
>>4506749>What do you do?Ask them if they want us to pick up something for tonight.
>>4506749>ride to work on your sexy-ass moped
>>head to work
>>4506868Support, btw this artwork is fucking sweet
>>4506751>>4506759>>4506764>wave back and bid farewell>Ask them if they want us to pick up something for tonight.>ride to work on your sexy-ass moped"I'm heading to the office." You sling your bag over your shoulder. "You want anything while I'm out?"The ghost appears to consider your offer for a moment before they slink back into the wall. Thick, dark sludge like text appears on the wall - the words read "CHOC MILKSHAYK.""Got it. See ya!" You make a mental note to pick up a CHOC MILKSHAYK before you head back, waving the ghost goodbye as you step out of your apartment.You head down to the parking lot, finding your old yellow moped out among the array of cars. It's reliable at least....The ride out to the office is quiet and dark. You enjoy the cold autumn wind as you ride along the roads. Finally, you come across it - a shifty, tiny corner laundromat turned into a small scale playboy office. It looks IMMENSELY suspicious. You park your moped at the sidewalk and step out to examine your workplace. The lights are off, but that's not unusual.>Enter.>Peer in through window first.>Write-In.
>>4507255>examine it a bit, for no reason in particular>enter
>>4507270>>4507273>>4507332>EnterEntering the office you see the main room dimly lit by the secretary's, Ms. Parker's, computer screen. "Come ooon, can't I take the cool haunted house this time? Deetz always gets these!" the tan girl complains to Ms. Parker. The secretary waves as step through the door and gestures for you to come towards her. "Speak of the devil! Casper, I've got a photo op you're going to just love!"The tan girl sighs loudly walks on over to the office "casting couch." She slumps into the seat with a pout while the fishnet girl next to her flips through a couple old portfolios.>What do you do?
>>4507754I just realized.>Casper DeetzWe wouldn't happen to have a relative named Lydia, would we?
>>4507754Let's walk down to her and ask her what's booked up for todayIs there any other option other than something dumb?
>>4507754>>4507774This, plus saying Hi to Tanned Twintails and Gothy McFishnets.also, god-DAMN, Ms. Parker...
>>4507762smooth brain anon here. i dont get it.>>4507754>cheer up the tan girl by offering to take her with you
>>4507829Lydia Deetz is the name of the main human character in the Beetlejuice series- a girl who is (depending on source material) either entrapped by her impulsive vow to cooperate with the Ghost With the Most while she also tries to get rid of him, or a willing summoner, partner and sidekick of sorts who enjoys getting into trouble with him- when she's not bailing him out of his own.
>>4507774while i'm at it i'll add this >>4507791 to this >>4507829
>>4507774>>4507791>>4507806>>4507829>This, plus saying Hi to Tanned Twintails and Gothy McFishnets.>cheer up the tan girl by offering to take her with you>Let's walk down to her and ask her what's booked up for today>Is there any other option other than something dumb?"Holly. Mary. Nice evening." You greet your co-workers. Your fishnetted photographer murmurs something tiredly in response. "You wanna come with, Mary?" "Don't patronize me, Deetz." The twintailed girl rolls her eyes, leaning back into the couch. "I've been doing this for longer than you.""So get this, Casper- apparently some rich lady got possessed. Head turning, vomiting, cursing, whole nine yards. But apparently, the ghost inside of her is a real looker." She points a pen at you. "Boss is looking for a photographer to drag her out and get her down to the office for some pics. The husband is willing to pay a bonus to the "exorcist." What do you think?">Agree.>Ask for other jobs.
>>4508027>>Ask for other jobs.
>>4508027sounds like good hijinks material>agree
>>4508039>>4508051>>4508102>>4508213>>4508215>>4508436>Agree."I'll take it," You nod. Mary blows a raspberry into the air as Ms. Parker turns her monitor to face you."This is the place, north side of town, in the hills. Apparently it used to be some kind of knockoff playboy mansion back in the eighties, but these two bought it out as a second mansion across the country or something. Who in their right mind would want to live there though! Creepy! "The guy on the right there is the husband, he'll give you your bonus once you exorcise his wife. Now on the left there, that's the target! The little head with the ears poking our behind the gold digger there."She taps the screen with her finger, much to its dismay."You've gotta get her out of the old cougar and drag her back here for some steamy pictures. Should be easy for a necro-romancer like you, right Deetz~? Still, be careful! You never know what might happen in there!">What do you do?
>>4509342Do some Boogle research on the mansion, the husband, and the wife. The ghost might be a deceased playmate of the year, and it'd be good to know her likes and dislikes. After that, get going to the mansion.
>>4509351is this a pre-existing IP or is everyone just... killing it with these spooky references? That's barely even a pun. >Research>Ask our coworkers what projects they'll be doing>Make sure we have the right gear for the job... whatever that is. Rope? Cologne? ...fuzzy handcuffs?
>>4509371+1Unrelated note, I really hope we can have Mary as buddy for our missions at some point. Hijinks are even more fun with a partner in perversion!
>>4509351>>4509371>>4509408>Do some Boogle research on the mansion, the husband, and the wife. The ghost might be a deceased playmate of the year, and it'd be good to know her likes and dislikes. >ResearchYou conduct some EXTENSIVE research on the mansion on Boogle, a subpar ghost-themed search engine that seems to be directly ripping off Google. The mansion was a kind of vacation spot for playgirls and the old greaseballs that ran those sorts of bootleg mags. Since you are currently residing in a picturesque little fishing town in the PACIFIC NORTHWEST, it's up near a coniferous forest by the bay. The new owners are Jack and Catherine Cockaigne, a wealthy family that took up residence here for the scenic view of the sea. It's a bit difficult to get a grasp on who the ghost is. Looking through old playboy records, you find a lot of girls that happen to look like your possessee. You'll have to wing it for now.>Ask our coworkers what projects they'll be doing"What are you girls doing tonight?" You glance over to Holly and Mary."Probably picking up a false tip that ends up being another raccoon." Mary groans."Got a shoot down South. Meeting with a Yurei and doing some school uniform shots." Holly shrugs. >Make sure we have the right gear for the job... whatever that is. Rope? Cologne? ...fuzzy handcuffs?>After that, get going to the mansion.Unfortunately, you're just a photographer, not a model - so the rope and cologne and fuzzy spectral handcuffs are staying at the office. You'll be bringing your OBSPIRITURA spectral camera, specterometer, sugar and salt, and your NECROMOMICON. And the ghost coke and pineapple. All handy tools of the trade for any aspiring ghost photographer. Bidding your fellow photographers farewell, you tuck your printed reference pictures into your bag and walk outside to your vespa.[...]The trip up to the mansion gets even lonelier and quieter. The mansion is pretty secluded from the rest of town, and the small forest roads at night are particularly creepy. The mansion stands MENACINGLY in front of you.>Attempt to peer through window to get a glimpse of your target.>Knock on the door and introduce yourself.>Write-In.
>>4509543>Before knocking, try to listen for any spooky sounds or noises and where they might be coming from.>Knock on the door and introduce yourself.
>>4509543>Attempt to peer through window to get a glimpse of your target.
>>4509558>>4509579>>4509685>>4509845>>4509886 >Before knocking, try to listen for any spooky sounds or noises and where they might be coming from.>Knock on the door and introduce yourself.Though the round window above the front doors is too high up to peek through, you can hear the muffled sounds of booty-shaking music coming from deep within the mansion. Steeling yourself for what may lie waiting for you inside, you give the door's knockers a loud knock! "Hello?" You call from outside. "My name is Casper Deetz, may I come in?"The grand double doors of the mansion slowly creak open, allowing you access to the entry hall. Whispers of "Come and plaaay~" dance past your ears on a chilling breeze.>What do you do?
>>4510353>Go and play
>>4510353Sounds like just our kind of party. Confidence is the name of the game, Casper!>Step in confidently, close the door behind us.>Follow the sound of the cheek-clapping beats.
>>4510353Do what the ghost lady asks. See if there’s a champagne flute nearby you can drink to calm your nerves.
>>4510366>>4510367>>4510387>>4510436>>4510450>Go and play>Step in confidently, close the door behind us.>Follow the sound of the cheek-clapping beats.You step in through the grand doors confidently, trailing after the groove of cheek-clapping beats in the distance. The hall before you is grand and smells like rubber and paint thinner. You eventually source the beat through the winding halls and cascading stairs up to a long hall at the top, leading to a single door. A tall and wide moustachioed man paces in front of it."Oh, thank heavens." The man dabs sweat from his forehead. He's clearly exhausted. "You must be the exorcist. I'm Jack Cockaigne, proprietor of this mansion.""Right. She's in there?" You glance to the door. While it's utterly still, it reeks of an ominous and horny presence."That's right. Catherine has been acting.. rather odd lately." He grimaces as if recalling a bad memory. "She's actually showing affection toward me! It's all quite frightening. Beware, exorcist."".. Right." You stare at the door.>Enter.>Prepare a tool before entering. (Write-In.)>Write-In.
>>4510763>"Speaking as a single bachelor, what's the issue with the affection thing?">Prepare a tool before entering (notepad and pencil, to write down her likes and dislikes)>Enter
>>4510763>Prepare a tool before entering. (Write-In.)>necromomicon
>>4510763>Prepare a tool before entering. (Write-In.)Cross and rosary>She's showing affectionoh boy, it's worse than we thought
>>4510763"Aight, hot-take incoming but hear me out: have you considered your wife might just be horny?"
>>4510779support. will also support >>4511366
>>4510779>>4511018>>4511171>>4511451>>4510797>>4510883>>4511366>Prepare a tool before enteringYou root through your bag for a moment. Though you don't have a notepad, cross, or rosary on you, you do have your handy NECROMOMICON! Your enchanted encyclopedia for all things that would make a spectrophile like you make caveman noise! The book automatically flips itself open and prepares space for a new entry."So, Mr. Cockaigne... speaking as a single bachelor, what's wrong with your wife showing you affection?" You ask, tucking your Necromomicon under your armJack tugs at his collar and clears his throat. "Well, you see, usually she's more in love with my wallet. After winning a lifelong streak of high risk-high reward bets, I had amassed enough money to retire at twenty a hundred times over. The thing is, with all that money... I had nothing to spend it on after a while. And that's when my dear Catherine came into my life." He sighs and his mustache curves upwards in a reminiscent smile. You catalogue the information in your braincase and move on to another thought. "Uh, no offence sir, but have you considered your wife might just be horny?""Horny, you say?" Jack strokes his immaculate facial hair with a hum of deep consideration. "...No, no, not horny. Usually when she's in the mood, that's when the whip and the cuffs come out. But this time she wanted to... c-cuddle and hold hands. Even kiss! On the lips! All that affection, I knew something wasn't right with her."He shudders at the mere thought.
>>4511771>What do you do?
>>4511771Hot damn, no living woman could possibly be that affectionate. We need to get in there ASAP!
>>4511781>try not to think about Mr. Cockaigne in a leather studded gimp suit and a ball gag. Fail miserably.>”I’ll see what I can do. It might take a bit of time and effort, though.”>let’s meet the lovely levitating lady.
>>4511771>Update>Ask how long ago she changed and if there was anything unusual around that time.
>>4511771>>4511806+1Gotta get the facts.
>>4511771>"Horrifying, sir. I'll do everything I can to fix her."
>>4511790>>4511794>>4511806>>4511849>Ask how long ago she changed and if there was anything unusual around that time."And.. how long ago has has she started acting oddly?" You raise a brow. "Anything unusual?""Hrmph.. well.. About a week ago, I'd say." Cockaigne nods, grooming his 'stache. "Anything unusual? Well, aside from the affection, she has been floating. That's certainly out of character for her.">try not to think about Mr. Cockaigne in a leather studded gimp suit and a ball gag. Fail miserably.>”I’ll see what I can do. It might take a bit of time and effort, though.”>let’s meet the lovely levitating lady.>"Horrifying, sir. I'll do everything I can to fix her."".. Horrifying, sir." I'll do everything I can to fix her." You quickly attempt to wipe the image of a LEATHER STUDDED GIMP SUIT COCKAIGNE COCK from your brain. "Please, be careful." Jack nods, clasping his hands together.You enter the room hesitantly, NECROMOMICON and CAMERA in hand. The bedroom is sparse and undecorated, save for a smartphone blaring booty shaking music. Your target floats above the bed, but awkwardly and clumsily turns over while floating upon your entrance, clearly caught off guard."My. You're the exorcist, then?" The ghost smirks, placing a hand against her cheek. "You're surprisingly cute.">Attempt to exorcise.>Engage in friendly conversation. (Write-In.)>Engage in horny conversation. (Write-In.)>Write-In.
>>4511940>Engage in friendly conversation. (Write-In.)Ask if she's interested in gainful employment.
>>4511940>Engage in friendly conversation. (Write-In.)We got ghost cookies, want some?
>>4511940>Engage in friendly conversation. (Write-In.)>we have a job in her interests but she has to lose the lady to do it
>>4511940>>Engage in friendly conversation. (Write-In.)Start with the interview portion of the photo session. Her name, her current occupant and occupation, how and when she died, her interests and turn offs, and what she’d like in a lover.
>>4511955>>4511989>>4512005>>4512045>>4512125>Engage in friendly conversation"Thanks, wish I could see how cute you are too. Might I have your name first though?" You ask, opening up the Necromomicon."Moi? Well of course~" The ghost floats a bit closer to you, laying on her stomach in the air and playfully kicking her feet behind her. "You can call me Starlet, honey. And what do I call you then?"As she speaks, the book begins to fill out her page on its own, the name "STARLET" appearing at the top of the paper. "Casper," you answer with a smile. "Charmed."You look back up from the book to see her lazing around on the foot of the bed, dragging her finger around on the sheets. "So, what do you do, Starlet? Or what did you do when you were alive?""My, my. It's been ages since a young man like you had such interest in me! I used to be this place's number one playmate before it closed down, if you can believe it. And let me tell you, I haven't lost my mojo since the day I passed~" Starlet gets up onto her hands and knees and shakes her hips with a smirk."And how did you pass? Party too hard?""Something like that, dear."Well, I have some ghost coke if you've still got a party animal in you." You say, holding out the little baggie.Starlet shakes her head with a small, somber titter. "No thanks, hon. I promised to drop that junk after it killed me once before.""How could I interest in some gainful employment? It wouldn't be too different from what you did when you were alive.""The dead don't have much need for money, darling. Not the kind you have, anywho. But I'll humor you, what would you have me do?"You raise your camera to her. "Erotic modeling for a lewd magazine. You'll have to leave your possessee behind though, we want the real you."Just by her face you can tell you've caught her attention. Still, she plays hard to get. "Hmm... I don't knoowww... What's in it for me?">What do you do?
>>4512229fuckwhat does our agency pay the employees with that isn't money or ghost coke? do we have flexible reimbursement options?
>>4512240Excitement and life, once you get past the need to keep living things are boring
>>4512240hmmm well you could spend money on things like bodies to possess books to read, movies, lingerie or objects you would desire
>>4512229>fun people, this girl at the office mary brought a tea that turned ghost into cats and they acted like they were on catnip.
>>4512249I guess we could say if she does a good job we could get her legions of adoring fans?
>>4512259>>4512257>>4512262>hmmm well you could spend money on things like bodies to possess books to read, movies, lingerie or objects you would desire>fun people, this girl at the office mary brought a tea that turned ghost into cats and they acted like they were on catnip.I guess we could say if she does a good job we could get her legions of adoring fans?"Hmmm, well.." You trail off. "Cash, for bodies, books, movies. Fun people at the office. Legions of adoring fans.""Hon." Starlet cuts you off. "I've had all of that a lifetime ago. Money, fans, all sorts of fun people. But, uh-.. hmm. How about this?"She twists in the air, placing her hands against her cheeks and kicking her feet in the air as she floats above the bed. "How about a date, Casper? You seem like quite the gentleman." She smirks. "You do that, and I'll step out of this body and take you up on your offer.">Reciprocate.>Turn her down.>Write-In.
>>4512274>Reciprocate.hell we'd date her for free
>>4512274>ReciprocateWhat self respecting spectrophile would say no
>>4512274>Reciprocate>Write in "How about we schedule this for later? Give both of us time to prepare, and figure out what the date will be that way."
>>4512278>>4512299>>4512300>>4512303>>4512307>Reciprocate."It would be my pleasure, Starlet."Aw hell yeah it would. What self-respecting spectrophile would say no to this?! You'd date her for free!"Great!" The ghost claps her hands with a big grin on her face. "It's a date then!"With a twirl and a flourish, the possessed woman suddenly falls limply onto the creaky spring mattress, groaning as the world comes back to her. You notice after a few seconds however that Starlet still hasn't made herself visible again. You check your Spectrometer just in case, and it confirms she's still in the room. One last tease before she finally come on out, it seems.>What do you do?
>>4512401oh no, guess we'll just have to feel around the room until we find herof course we'll be feeling around at boob height
>>4512401>Ask her if she likes barbecue or pizza? For the date of course.
>>4512401>walks directly into ghost cleavage
>>4512526>>4512528>>4512637>>4512655>>4512442>walks directly into ghost cleavage>face first"Miss..? Starlet?" You call into the void, stepping forward hesitantly. As you creep past the dingy floorboards, you find your face enveloped in a soft, warm spectral feeling."My." A teasing voice giggles, solidifying in front of you. "Isn't it a bit early for that, Casper?"It appears you have blomfed directly into some GHOST TITS. You take a quick step back to revel in the ghost's true form."So, what'll it be for tonight?" She smiles warmly.>Where should you take her for tonight?
>>4512880To her bed- NOHow about a romantic walk along the shores of the Seine, illuminated by the lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance?Wait... we don't live in Paris do we?
>>4512880>The nearby graveyard
>>4512890Take her to LITTLE PARIS that place that totally exists on the PACIFIC NORTHWEST
>>4512918You're thinking of the>Space NeedleAnd idk, maybe? There's a blown-glass art museum at the base of it, how about a little midnight sneak-in and, for some foreplay, maybe we can find a way to get possessed and float to the top get a nice view of the city?
>>4513010Dang. I mean.... she is into booty clapping beats. I think I'll change my vote to some kind of club/rave scene.
>>4512880>Voodoo Joes, the only place you know that serves food for ghost
>>4513011but THEN>>4513010She seems like she likes things classy too.Give her the deluxe full package. IYKWIM
>>4512890>>4512914>>4512918>>4513001>>4513010>>4513011>>4513020>>4513021>Little ParisOf course! On a peninsula just a few miles away from the border to British Columbia, Canada sits the small pier of Little Paris! The main attraction being the strange hybrid of the Eiffel Tower and the Space Needle, "Le Tour des Étoiles," or the Tower of Stars. It should only be a short drive from the office."My my, aren't you romantic~" The ghost gives your cheek a chilly pinch of affection. "How could I say no to that! I can hardly way, Mr. Deetz~"A knocking on the door interrupts your moment. "Sir Exorcist?" Jack calls. "Is everything alright in there?">What do you do?
>>4513187oh riiiiiiiiight the now unconscious mortal coil of his wife is limp on the bed."Just fine, sir, I think we're almost wrapped up here.">Check to make sure his wife is just... napping off the ghosty.>Let him in, get our payment, excuse ourselves?
>>4513187>Your wife is unpossessed sir. you can pay me in whatever money you like sir. >nudge him towards the big moolah
>>4513221we don't want our pretty date thinking she's not enough, no reason to get greedy.alternately if we do get big moolah, we make sure to blow 80% of it on showing her a good time.
>>4513187>i'm done gimme big money for this unrelated date night please"
>>4513199>>4513268>>4513221>Check to make sure his wife is just... napping off the ghosty.>Let him in, get our payment, excuse ourselves?You prod the groaning wife. Seems like she's alive. Good enough for you. You return to the door as Starlet sinks back into wall, Jack hesitantly peering in."Is it all.. cleared up?" He speaks in a low tone, clearing his throat."Your wife's unpossessed." You shrug. "Pay me what you'd like, sir.""Right, right! Splendid." Jack nods affirmatively. He doesn't bother to check in on her as he thumbs through his wallet before handing you a wad of cash. "You may keep what's extra, what with the speedy service."You look through the handful of money. Eh.. 1 10 dollar bill, 1 5 dollar bill, 2 1 dollar bills, a handful of change.. it amounts to $17.12. .. Okay.>Ask for more money for your date.>Accept your meager cash and head out.>Write-In.
>>4513368...I mean, this is icing on the cake money, right? Do we have enough money to take our new friend out for a modest night out in addition to these $17?
>>4513368>>Ask for more money for your date.>I heard that people that pay exorcist poorly get haunted again or worse cursed
>>4513368>Ask for more money for your date.enough money to retire at twenty a hundred times over, huh?
>>4513368>Ask for more money for your date.
>>4513368>Accept your meager cash and head out.really this is probably all he has, no one counts out 17.12.
>>4513368>accept you meager payment>make a note to clearly state our expected pay upfront next timeYeah, he clearly has more, seeing how he lives in a mansion and all. However, we don't want to cause a scene and possibly get nothing at all instead.
>>4513863Seconding thisI do hope we at least get paid a commission for bringing back a hot ghost milf.Aaaah... the things we do for ghost puss.
>>4514249Are necrophilia and spectrophilia the same thing
>>4514277One fucks ghosts, the other corpses
>>4514289But they're both dead
>>4514296one's sentient and one's rottingThe real grey area is zombie girls
>>4513373>>4513418>>4513444>>4513507>>4513608>>4513863>>4514249>>4514277>>4514289>>4514296>>4514306>>4514415>Accept your meager cash and head out.You take the money with an unsatisfied look on your face. Jack rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry, son. My Catherine really does a number on my paper money. I'd give you one of my credit cards, but I don't think the missus wouldn't be too happy about that.""It's alright, Mr. Cockaigne. This is more just a tip anyways. I hope you and your wife can live possession free from now on.""Hohoh! I think my baby would rather die than live without her possessions! This is a material world after all!" Jack lets out a hearty laugh at his own wordplay, patting you on the shoulder before heading over to check on his wife. Leaving the mansion, you hear the booty bumpin' tunes start up once again from the bedroom. Starlet appears floating beside you as the two of you make it out into the cool night air. She stretches and lets out a squeaky little yawn"Whew! Been a while since I left my haunt, I almost forgot what the outside looked like!"The ghost gently hugs your neck from behind, her chilly bosom sending shivers up your spine. "So, what now, loverboy~?">What do you do?
>>4514449Off to the Tower of Stars! Hit up the fleet of human and ghost food trucks for dinner
>>4514449>ask your office group chat if you should take more money for a date
>>4514494+1 and check current money
>>4514449Date time. We should let the office know that we’re going to be out for a while, but we don’t need to tell them all the details unless we have to (do we have to?). Managers don’t give a shit about the play-by-play, just being accountable is enough.A point to ask our boss about later (we have a mood to maintain, goddammit!), considering that the date is conditional for her cooperation, I wonder if it’s compensated by the company.
>>4514494>>4514499This first>>4514478Then this regardless of what the group chat says.
>>4514494Maybe we can put this as a work expense.In any case, I look forward to the eventual GHOST BLOWJOB WOO-WOO!
>>4514494>>4514499>>4514627>>4514711>>4515354>>4514478>ask your office group chat if you should take more money for a date>Off to the Tower of Stars! Hit up the fleet of human and ghost food trucks for dinnerYou open up your smartphone real quick and shoot a text to the office groupchat. $17.24 might not be totally suitable for the refined kind of ghost girl you've got here. Mary immediately shoots back a text informing you to GET MORE MONEY. Holly takes a little longer, but she lets you know that a simple date should be fine so long as you can get her back to the office.Taking to your vespa, you find a road up the peninsula, the coast stretching out to your left and miles of pines to your right. Startlet SMUSHES against you, her spectral arms wrapped around you as you approach your date night. After a short and starry trip, the pier comes into view. It's an impressive array of lights and food trucks and rides that could swoon ANY ghost.You park your moped just outside. A swathe of food trucks are lined up along the docks. You have an IMPORTANT decision to make.>El Jefe's.>Tomoe Kitchen.>Cookie Truck.>Write-In.
>>4515434Ask the lady if she has any preference for food. If not check around and see if there's any food trucks we know do decent ghost food.
>>4515444Let's be a proper gentleman and ask her
>>4515434> Supporting >>4515444 and if she has no preference cookie truck
>>4515444Support, though if she doesn't have a preference go for Tomoe Kitchen. A good rice bowl or ramen is always tasty
>>4515444>>4515448>>4515488>>4515604>>4515667>Ask the lady if she has any preference for food."So, Starlet," You start as you approach the food trucks. "Have any preference?"The ghost lets out a laugh and a snort, quickly trying to cover up the last part. "I'm a ghost, Casper! Ghosts don't eat, silly~"Though, as you pass it, the cookie truck does manage to catch your spectral companion's eye. "You know, when I was alive though... I did always have a craving for sweets."Just then, you can practically see the light bulb ding above her head. "I've got a great idea, loverboy~!""What's your ide- AH!" Your question is suddenly cut off by the feeling of cold ghostly hands appearing out of your chest! It feels like she just stuck ice cubes down the back of your shirt, which would be a turn off... for some.""You could let me possess you, and then we can eat the cookies together! It's perfect, isn't it?">What do you do?
>>4515902> Nice try but noI think we've been in this business long enough to know why that's a bad idea
>>4515931Iiiidunnoooo, I trust her well enoughShe don't seem malicious, just wants to have a grand ol timeI personally support going for it, the worst that can happen is a new kink awakening for our protag, and some embarrassment
>>4515902>let her>it's just like that one girl from the office
>>4515902eh, go for it. What's the worst that can happen?
>>4515955>>4515965>>4515986>I personally support going for it, the worst that can happen is a new kink awakening for our protag, and some embarrassmentWell, consensual possession - even for model ghosts - is typically a horrible idea and most photographers would gawk at just the notion of it. But you're the type to skirt rules and you have a feeling that your date for tonight isn't exactly malicious. ".. Alright, Starlet." You ponder for just a moment before nodding your head. You close your eyes, ready to RELINQUISH your free will to eat some bangin' sweets. "Let's eat the cookies." "Wonderful!" Starlet responds with a smirk before twisting and twirling with a flourish and diving toward you. All at once, you enter the kind of sticky sweet miasma of unconscious....Your name is STARLET. You are a ghost and former playmate. You are currently driving the body of CASPER DEETZ, the adorable little photographer fellow that approached you this evening. You are in the mood for some cookies.>Approach cookie truck.>Engage in shenanigans first.>Write-In.
>>4516103>Engage in shenanigans first.
>>4516103>Approach cookie truck.
>>4516103>approach the cookie truck with a skip in your step
>>4516103Cookie timeOur date is being nice and trusting us, we should do the good thing and.....>Reciprocate
>>4516140This, but when ordering food do our best to exaggerate our hosts accent
>>4516270What even is our accent anyways?I personally kinda heard a sort of Italian voice in my head when I think about his name, think maybe something similar to Rattrap from Transformers Beast Wars
>>4516324I keep thinking of naegi or shuichi from danganronpa
>>4516324I pictured new yorker or that guy from Newsies, don't think he did much of an accent but it fits appearancewise
>>4516404New yorker in a few ways shares some DNA with Italo-American accents, so technically we've got Italian1 and Italian2
>>4516584I was thinking vaguely something similar to Lydia Deetz from beetlejuice, but Italian-American works well too.
>>4516324I never imagined an accent, but New Yorker/Italo-American works for me.
>>4516103>Approach cookie truck
>>4516122>>4516135>>4516140>>4516171>>4516270>>4516838>>4516905>>4517202>Approach cookie truck.You skip up to the truck and lean up on the fold-down counter. "Two peanut butter cookies, please!" You orderThe cookie man hand over the goods in a little paper bag and asks for payment. After a little pocket searching, you manage to come up with a whole wad of $17.12! Yeesh, this guy really didn't come with much, huh? Once paying for your sweets, you step away from the truck and smell the baked goods. Ahhh... peanut butter, your old friend... it's been much too long.>What do you do?
>>4517224After eating your cookie (and taking a bite from Casper's), take a moment to check out what Casper is working with (from the privacy of a bathroom stall).
>>4517224Is Casper aware of what's going on while we do this?>>4517235Also this.
>>4517235This. Also take some hot pics of Casper's bare body.
>>4517224Find out what Casper looks like without his hat
>>4517235+1can't we both taste the cookie anyway?
>>4517235A little jerk-off in the bathroom? I can get behind that.
>>4517235>>4517263>>4517342>>4517360>>4517426>>4517432>After eating your cookie (and taking a bite from Casper's), take a moment to check out what Casper is working with (from the privacy of a bathroom stall).>Is Casper aware of what's going on while we do this?>This. Also take some hot pics of Casper's bare body.>Find out what Casper looks like without his hatYou enjoy the sweet peanut-buttery goodness of the freshly baked cookie. All your last host ate was carrots and vegetables and peapods and junk. This, though - you've been waiting all your undead life for a decent cookie. You scarf yours down violently and take just the smallest bite from his.Unfortunately, you can't imagine he can actively taste it. When a ghost takes the driver's seat, the host ends up in a kind of sweet dream-like state. It's pretty relaxing apparently.Instead, you decide to take a detour down to a bathroom stall to figure out what Casper's working with. Sidling into it like the little scamp you are, you quickly TOSS OFF your clothes and catch sight of Casper's cool novelty ghost boxers. Very cute.You take a peek under the hood and your face goes pink. It's PRETTY IMPRESSIVE. You take a quick pic of yourself in the bathroom mirror and examine his hatless head. Neat.>What do you do?
Exit body. Tease embarrass nude male.
>>4517464Quick butt pic for posterity, then exit his body after we pull his pants up. His shirt can stay off for a little longer, though... om.
>>4517464>Exit body. Tease casper in underwear.
>>4517224Oh noooo! Do we still have enough for CHOC MILKSHAYK for our roomie?>>4517464>exit the body
>>4517717Surely we can stop at the bank or something on the way home>>4517490>>4517543+1 of
>>4517490Pics are important so support, +1, whatever floats your boat.
Oh I see it's a pun, he takes pictures of the ghost for playboy and he is also a playboy himself. Very celver
>>4517464Damn, between this and the return of Hedge Quest, the board is radiating H O R N I energy... >>4517490Seconding this
>>4517472>>4517490>>4517543>>4517717>>4517761>>4517779>>4517920>>4518344>Exit body. Tease casper in underwear.After having your fun, you let Casper have the wheel back and exit his body...Your name is CASPER DEETZ. You are currently NAKED in a public bathroom, standing in front of a mirror with your camera, and shivering from the CHILL OF THE GRAVE. Starlet snickers behind you and gives you a light smack on the rump. "Looking good, Deetz~">What do you do?
>>4518468Put on our pants and shirt and flirt a bit, then try out the peanut butter cookie.>"For someone who's supposed to be the model, you sure seem interested in getting behind the camera.">"It'll make for a nice souvenir for you to remember me with."
>>4518468>put clothes back on >eat cookie>"If your taking naughty of me, why don't I take naughty pictures of you?"
>>4518468>Put just the shirt and flirt with the "haunt this" underwear still visible then eat your cookie and leave. Also might as well say it's only fair that she gets pictures too
>>4518480+1>rib her for taking small bite of YOUR COOKIE
>>4518468>>4518480Yeah, time to get her to the office and earn some REAL moneys.
>>4518759hey man, we still need to go to the Tower of starsdon't put work before ghussy
>>4518468>Get dressed and take her up the tower, >After flirting outrageously of course
>>4518761How would "ghussy" even work, aside from copius amounts of ectoplasm of course
>>4518480>>4518748>>4518759>>4518767>>4518761>put clothes back on >eat cookie>"If your taking naughty of me, why don't I take naughty pictures of you?">hey man, we still need to go to the Tower of starsYou jump back to life, shaking the sweet drowsiness of possession off. You step back into your pants, raising a brow at the giggling playghost. "If you're taking naughty pictures of me, how about I reciprocate?" You stuff a cookie into your mouth. "It's only fair, right?""Ah, ah, ah, Casper~" Starlet cuts you off, smirking. "I agreed on a date, Mr. Deetz. That was a wonderful dinner, sure, but a ghost like me likes to be treated to a bit more than just a decent meal. How about a trip up to the Tower of Stars?"The two of you step outside, enjoying the vast expanse of the sea stretching out over the pier. It catches the light of the rides and shimmers beautifully. It's PRIME ROMANCE TIME. As you come to the tower, you quickly check your wallet. $10.87. You.. don't think this is enough to get into the Tower of Stars. It's about $20 to get in. You'd better think quick! You're getting close.>Find another sight to take her to.>Engage in some kind ghostly shenanigans to get in.>Write-In.
>>4518928>Ghostly shenanigans"Wish I'd known I'd be taking out such a beautiful lady this evening, I would have prepared more. But I have some ideas. 1.) We go for a float, if you're feeling up to the challenge. 2.) See that skyscraper next door? $17 says we can break onto the roof and get an even better view, but have it all to ourselves. Preference?"
>>4518933Sorry, $10.87 says we can break in. Or we stick to the 17 and I'll just have to get you back for the remainder.
>>4518928>>Engage in some kind ghostly shenanigans to get in.She could float when possessing that woman, how about she hops back in and we head to the top
>>4518928>Engage in some kind ghostly shenanigans to get in.Use ghost illusions to make the money look like $20
>>4518928>>Engage in some kind ghostly shenanigans to get in.Float up to the tower of stars
>>4518928>Engage in some kind ghostly shenanigans to get in.
>>4518928>Write-In.Do we have a card? Is there an atm?we need to save some money for the CHOC MILKSHAYK we promised our friend
>>4518933>>4518934>>4518936>>4518949>>4518972>>4518980>>4519190>>4519316>Engage in some kind ghostly shenanigans to get in.You rub the back of your neck out of embarrassment. "Starlet, I uh, don't-""Have the money?" She interrupts, smirking at you. "I know. I have a plan, just... trust me for a minute, alright hon?"Starlet suddenly dives into your bag and starts to carry you up by the strap! It isn't long before the ground under you becomes sickeningly far away, the vertigo causing you to grip your bag like your life depend on it. One moment you're staring at the concrete, the next you're looking out over Little Paris from the top of the Tour des Étoiles. Starlet keeps you about a foot over the top, tittering at you"How do you like the view, Casper~?">What do you do?
>>4519617>"If I was attracted to beautiful city views I'd be pretty scaroused right now."
>>4519617> While trying to sound not terrified: Pretty good but not as good as you~
>>4519617>Actually pretty nice but not as nice as you
>>4519617>Although I'm not a landscape photographer, I must say the view is pretty nice. But not as nice as you.
>>4519627>>4519635>>4519796>>4519891> While trying to sound not terrified: Pretty good but not as good as you~>Actually pretty nice but not as nice as you>Although I'm not a landscape photographer, I must say the view is pretty nice. But not as nice as you."The view's not bad." You think smoothly. "Not as nice as you.""My, my. You're quite the charmer, Casper." She titters.You take a moment to enjoy the view in peace - the vast expanse of city lights and mountain crests setting the landscape aglow in a purple phosphorescence. The two of you sit together in a warm kind of quiet."It's been so long. I've been cooped up in that mansion for decades." She cuts into the silence. "Getting out like this - having a decent meal, getting a nice view, going on a date -.. This is nice.">What do you do?
>>4520034>lean in closer>try to hold her hand
>>4520045I'll go with this
>>4520034>try not to think about how your bag was on sale cause of damage>ask how she got trapped in the mansion for so long
>>4520045Ahh cute, I know this won't work but I'll support it.
>>4520045>land on the building first so she can she can exit the bag
>>4520045LEWD HANDHOLDING ENGAGE
>>4520045>>4520046>>4520057>>4520162>>4520205>>4520891>try to hold her hand"How come you were trapped in that mansion for so long?" You ask, starting to relax"Trapped? Nah, it wasn't anything like that, dear. It's just, that's my haunt, you know? One of the last little things I have left for the mortal world to remember me by, so I want to protect it like my afterlife depends on it. Heck, I expected those two to come in and tear the old place down. Make room for a... shopping mall or something."She sighs, gently spinning you around on the bag. "I... think it'll be okay for them to live there though. Should bring some life to the joint!"As she snickers, you reach over and take hold of your bag's strap. You can't see it, but you can feel her cold hand on yours."Well aren't you just the sweetest~"You feel a cool pressure on your cheek for a brief moment>What do you do?
>>4520934>Ask her to let you down before your fear oh heights overwhelms you
>>4520934>enjoy the moment, but also ask to go back down
>>4520954>>4520959>>4521056>>4521475>Ask her to let you down before your fear oh heights overwhelms you"This is great and all, b-but, uh-.." You glance down at the expanse of city buildings stretching out in front of you. "Should we call it a night for now?""Ahhh, cute." She giggles. "Fine, fine."You slowly descend along the tower, the glimmer dissipating behind you as you return to the comfort of the pier. You enjoy the solid ground as your ghostly playdate leaps from your bag.".. What a great night! Been ages since I've gotten out of the mansion like this." She exclaims, stretching her spectral arms out behind her head and twirling in the air. "Alright, Casper. I'll come along to your little office.">What do you do?
>>4521704It's pretty late, would our boss still be in the office?If not, invite her back to our apartment for a nightcap
>>4521704>Decide you can't let her fall into this predatory industry and elope with her.
>>4521704>Ask the group chat if the office is still open and say your bringing her there
>>4521725If the office still isn't open grab that CHOC MILKSHAYK.
>>4521766Makes sense, seconded
>>4521725>>4521738>>4521766>>4522000>>4522101>>4522219>>4522546>Ask the group chat if the office is still open and say your bringing her thereYou text over to the office asking if it's still open, and receive a quick response from Holly. A short and simple "Yeah, we're open all night.""Like we are every night, stupid. Don't tell me you had a ghost aneurysm or something." Mary adds on, likely snickering at you all the way from the couch.Starlet titters over your shoulder and pats your head. "Sorry Casper, looks like I might've scrambled your eggs a bit~"You notify the others that you'll be bringing a model by shortly, then stick your phone back in your pocket.>What do you do?
>>4522945>start heading back to the office, steer the direction toward her kinks/interests. Wanna get her as horny as a hormone-free ghosty can be.
>>4522945>tell scarlet about your coworkers >also tell her how the office usually works, who does what etc.
>>4522945>>4523080+, leave out asking what her kinks are until the fifth or sixth date.
>>4522945Escort her to the workplace like a gentleman and engage in friendly talk along the way
>>4523080>>4523639>>4523984>>4524238>tell scarlet about your coworkers >also tell her how the office usually works, who does what etc.As you ride along the coast, you decide to open up to Starlet and to tell her about some of your co-workers and the office - unfortunately, you're not particularly acquainted with your fellow photographers, so your mind conjures up some poorly drawn facsimiles. The ghost photography business tends toward the competitive side and it's not too often you see them outside of work."When we get there, I might have to hand you off to one of my co-workers for a shoot. It's best you get acquainted with them now. There's uh.. Holly. Wears fishnets. Pretty serious about work. Think she has a brother." You think about some of your co-workers. "There's Mary. Twintails. Loud. You'll probably like her. Sunderland isn't in the office too much, you probably won't have to worry about her. Ms. Parker is the secretary.. Wears a lot of low cut shirts. And the boss-.. you'll know the boss when you see him.""Sounds like a colorful cast." Starlet whistles, keeping her arms wrapped around you. You pull to the office, your vespa humming to a stop as you step off the seat. Your ghost friend clings to your arm.>What do you do?
>>4524261>walk in >"if we're lucky the others could have gotten more ghosts"
>>4524267+1>thank her for the night, and her cooperation
>>4524261Ghost kiss while out of sight. Scarlet might be getting a little jealous.
>>4524282>>4524432+, and maybe asking if she'd like to go out on another date sometime.
>>4524267>>4524282>>4524432>>4524553>>4524555>>4524715>>4524721>walk in"Thanks for the night, Starlet." You tell your model. "What do you say to-"She puts a finger to your lips as the two of you head for he door. "Shh. Don't thank me yet, we've still got some pictures to take, don't we~?"You enter the office to find Ms. Parker and Mary both hanging around. "Where's Holly?" you ask.Ms. Parker waves to you and Starlet before answering, "Oh I went ahead and gave her the night off. I don't have much work for her to help with, and the girl needs a night home every now and again. Speaking of girls-""A bunny?" Mary interjects, getting off the couch. "Damn... I guess you can do something right every now and then, Deetz."Starlet floats on over to the couch and has a seat, getting herself prepped for the shoot"ready when you are, Casper~">What do you do?
>>4524922Start with some classy poses first before getting into the more explicit ones. Maybe something with her opening a champagne bottle suggestively?
>>4524922Go full bunny with playful pictures and hopping
>>4524934+1and one "Fuhuhu!" pose for good measure
>>4524934>>4524977>>4525012>>4525171>>4525382>Start with some classy poses first before getting into the more explicit ones. Maybe something with her opening a champagne bottle suggestively?>and one "Fuhuhu!" pose for good measure"Right. Let's get started." You nod, raising your camera. You spend the next hour or so taking a heap of pictures - all sorts of fancy, mind-bending weirdo ghost tricks. Some champagne, some fufufus, some ghost cleavage. Mary lends a hand with some shots, much to her dismay. It's an entirely professional affair. As you near the end of your shoot with your playbunny companion, the sun begins to crest in through the office blinds. You whistle, wiping some sweat from your brow."Right. I think that's about it." You glance over a handful of photographs in your hands. "Nice job, Starlet. Real good stuff.""Phew! What a shoot!" She sighs, resting into the couch. "Been a while since I worked."Your head turns at the jingle of the door opening. A customer?>Greet person.>Avoid contact, just listen.>Write-In.
>>4525656>Avoid contact, just listen.
>>4525656>Avoid contact, just listen.We're just a photographer, there's a secretary for a reason.
Great quest so far.
>>4525656>Greet person.we are an ALPHA CHAD
>>4525736>>4525769>>4525773>>4525971>>4526185>>4526270>>4526572>>4526776>Avoid contact, just listen.You decide to hang back with Starlet, letting Ms. Parker deal with whoever came in.You glance over your shoulder a few times, catching sight of a man in a suit speaking with the secretary. It's a bit hard to hear, but you can make out him asking after the boss. Ms. Parker tells him he's not in, and with a short thanking her for her time, the suit leaves as quickly as he came. Starlet, who the man did not seem to even notice, cocks an eyebrow and tilts her head."Get a lot of those around here?" She asks. "That guy even gave me the chills.">What do you do?
>>4527450Head over to Parker with the pictures, see how she likes them. While she's looking them over, ask her if she knew who the guy in the suit was, and what he was here for.
>>4527450>>4527553Sounds good to me.
>>4527450>"from time to time, I make it a point to never talk to them myself."
>>4527553>>4527594>>4527693>>4527760>>4527951>Head over to Parker with the pictures, see how she likes them. While she's looking them over, ask her if she knew who the guy in the suit was, and what he was here for.>"from time to time, I make it a point to never talk to them myself.""From time to time. I make it a point to not talk to them myself." You respond with a shrug, looking over the photos nonchalantly."My, my. How cool." Starlet smirks.You approach Ms. Parker's desk, sliding the handful of polaroids over to the secretary. She examines your selection with amusement. "Nice as always, Deetz!" She whistles, shuffling the pictures. "Could make for a good front cover spread.""Say, Ms. Parker. You know who that suited guy was?" You lean over the desk in a hushed voice. Starlet peers over your shoulder. "What was he here for?""Oh, you know how it is." Ms. Parker shakes her head. "More "men in black" types. Just the government sticking their head into the paranormal again. Best to pay it no mind.""Yeah, but was he looking for anything in particular?" You tilt your head."Warned us he was gonna send an agent to investigate. Nothing that you couldn't handle." She scoffed. "Say, Deetz. I think your shift is up." She nods to the shuttered windows - early morning sunlight is filtering through.>What do you do?
>>4528185>ask for your paycheck>get pudding
>>4528185>get paid>get laid"Say Starlett, if you're feeling up to staying out a bit past your bedtime..."
>>4528185>What do you do?Get money, CHOC MILKSHAYK for friend, make sure starlet has a place to stay, and go home and sleep cuz we're tired
>>4528185Get our paycheck, invite Starlet back to our apartment, then get that CHOC MILKSHAYK for our roommate and head home.
>>4528656Ghost blowjob woo woo
>>4528391>>4528567ah shit I almost forgot. changing my vote to this.
>>4528185>get paid>het CHOC MILKSHAYK for ourselves, Starlet and our roomate.
>>4528272>>4528285>>4528391>>4528567>>4528656>>4528659>>4528666>>4529023>>4529983>Get money, CHOC MILKSHAYK, go home, sleepMs. Parker hands you an envelope of cash, giving you a warm smile. "Stay safe on your way home, alright Deetz? You never know who's watching."She winks as you turn towards the door with Starlet hanging onto your arm. "Yeah, don't get your butt probed by aliens or something, doofus." Mary says, blowing a raspberry at you before you head out. Starlet and you hop onto your moped and speed on home in the golden dawn light. Of course, make sure to stop by one of those twenty-four hour fast food places for a couple CHOC MILKSHAYKs before you do, and your shadowy friend is overjoyed! The three of you wind down for the day, the long night of work finally over. With the faint, cold weight of a ghost on your shoulder, and your nocturnal body clock pulling your eyelids down, it isn't long before you're lulled off to sleep. Another night of pictures awaits you on the other side, but for now this is the>[END]
>>4530395Good quest, quest was good.
>>4530395Thanks for the ride, QM
>>4530395Feels good man
Thanks for reading!
>>4530395Good quest, fun quest.Nice job qm
>>4530666Very well handled qst.Where ghost lewds tho.
>>4530395>>4530666Thanks for the run, QMs.
Is this the end forever? I could see many more chapters.
Ah good some one already achieved the thread, now I don't have to go through the trouble of doing it. Anyhow thanks for running QM! This was really fun.
>>4531844next thread is whenever peekay and I happen to align again probably