Who: Kennedy and Ghede When: 10/18, after pumpkin shenanigans, pre-show Where: Down at the beach! What: Investigating ghostly ladies Ratings: Probably mild?
Of all Kennedy's pre-show rituals, washing pumpkin guts out of her hair was not one she'd ever anticipated having to do. Not that she regretted it, of course - sometimes you just needed a good pumpkin fight to de-stress and chill. Of course, she could've done without the manual cleanup afterwards, but it didn't take too long so it was still worth it.
She had time before her performance started after she'd showered and done her hair, so she bundled herself up and headed down to the beach. It was no summer weather in Italy and starting to get colder than she really liked here in Detroit, but she still liked listening to the sound of the waves on the shore. And it was a way to kill some time before she had to work. She settled herself with a blanket on a spot with a good view and popped in her headphones, hitting play on whatever the first playlist was.
She might have just spent some time just listening to music and vegging before she had to go back, but as luck would have it, something prompted her to glance up and over where she saw... a woman dancing? There was something strangely compelling about her, and Kennedy picked up her things and meandered closer. A dancer herself, she was always interested in other people's moves, and as she got closer she could see it was clearly a Native woman... and Kennedy could also see that the woman was misty, noncorporeal. A ghost.
Kennedy was not in the habit of seeing ghosts, but she didn't panic. She felt, strangely enough, a sort of kinship with the ghost woman, and it made her curious more than it scared her. She wasn't sure what the protocol was for trying to engage with spirits, however - just say hi? make an offering of some sort? say 'please' and hope she didn't end up haunted? Only one thing to do: haul her happy ass back to the Cirque and enlist the help of a professional, which was how she found herself knocking firmly on Ghede's trailer door. "Ghede!" she called, in case the knocking wasn't enough. "Gheeeeeddddeeee! Ghost Dad! I need you please!"