Who: Papa Ghede & Open What: You go when you're called When: May 11, evening Where: Outside the grounds, at a crossroads Warnings: TBD
Papa Ghede was greatly enjoying the time off in Aspen. After all the craziness in Louisiana, he'd been rather pleased when the Cirque had finally been able to move on. Aspen was a literal breath of fresh air, and he'd spent a whole day in town, wandering the streets to see what he could see. He'd ended up at a bar with some theology students, and they'd wiled away the hours late into the night, talking about religion and death and the afterlife.
Tonight, though, was apparently for a different sort of outing. He felt it, like a tug on his wrist. She needs you. Come along. Now. So he got up from his bed, his hat appearing on his head as he crossed the boundary of the grounds. Two roads crossed a short distance from camp, and he lit a cigarette as he walked. Not in any particular hurry, but not dawdling either.
He found her a few moments after arriving, the spirit of a young woman. She looked utterly lost and alone, and he raised a hand to catch her attention.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
He smiled, exhaling a stream of smoke. "I'm Papa Ghede, cheri. I'm here to lead you on."
"On to where?"
"The other side," he replied. "It's nice, I promise. You don't want to hang around this forest forever, do you?"
"Not really..."
"Course you don't." He ground out the cigarette and offered her his hand. "Any time you're ready."
She hesitated for a few moments, but then she finally took his hand. Ghede smiled at her, and she finally managed a tiny one in return. The two of them set off down the road, vanishing after a while, as if they had never been.
Some time later, Ghede reappeared with a pop and a trail of smoke, walking back up the lane the way they had come. He was humming softly to himself, and as usual, not in any hurry to get anywhere in particular.