Elmwood State Logs and Threads

With the approach of evening comes the source of the drumming, and with the drumming, the sound of marching feet. Heinrich Kemmler and his disciple, Capioporpus, command a small horde of undead--every one of the zombies a patient or staff member gone missing over the past months. As Elmwood's motley crew of ghostbusters prepares to face the music, the Corpsetaker seeks to claim a new face, and has set her evil eye upon the most powerful living necromancer on the island--Federal Marshal and licensed vampire hunter Anita Blake.

The wards set in place by Harry and the other wizards will keep the threat at bay for a time, but even so, Kansas' wayward sons will have their hands full trying to eliminate the other spirits that seek to tear the hospital apart from within. As the shadows lengthen, and the defenders tire, the tide of corpses will be turned at last when Dr. Sheehan plays the final ace up his sleeve, using knowledge gleaned from a spirit known only as 'Bob' to call in a favor from the Queen of Air and Darkness herself. For by the laws of Faerie, when the Unseelie Queen accepted the gift of her position among Elmwood's staff, she placed herself however reluctantly in debt to the current lord and master of the hospital.

With her power, a spell would be wrought to tear a rend in the veil, sending all malevolent spirits back from whence they came. Mab stepped through last, closing the breach behind herself and effectively washing her hands of Lester Sheehan. As for the harmless ghosts, such as Casper, and Annie Hawkins, they would linger until sunrise on All Souls Day, when they would say their last goodbyes and melt away like the early morning frost.


((ooc: The ghost plot will conclude on Thursday morning, November 1st. Feel free to play out any final confrontations with ghosts/zombies/etc, whether here or in separate threads. We hope you have enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed putting it together!))

For the past two nights, drums have been sounding n the distance, echoing from some uninhabited corner of the island like the echoes of some arcane ritual. In the bowels of the hospital itself, foreboding whispers could be heard, warning of a growing madness. If one visited the lower levels now, they might run into familiar faces; individuals who had gone missing over the past  few months, whose spirits have become trapped in the dungeons after a fatal encounter with Dr. . Sanford Ellicott's ghost. Meanwhile, the drumming continues to grow louder, closer. Vengeful spirits are coming out of the woodwork to punish those the residents feel have done wrong.

The month of October is halfway through, and things are stirring in the darker corners of the hospital and the surrounding island. Several of the ghosts who have appeared in recent days will try and warn the residents, including Annie Hawkins, RP MacMurphy, and Helena Ravenclaw. Some will make sincere offers to help in whatever ways they can. Others will serve to cause more chaos and confusion. The Grady sisters will also be lurking in the halls, foreshadowing things to come.

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As the days turned colder, and the shadows began to lengthen in the afternoon, the veil between Elmwood and the afterlife continued to grow thinner. Several more ghosts slipped through the rift, and after tearing through the hospital trying to one-up each other, took up residence in the kitchens, and the cafeteria.

Three white specters had found and confiscated someone's stash of booze--whether a patient's, or a staff member's was anybody's guess--and were singing sea shanties in voices that would have woken the dead, if the dead were not already waking. The amorphous green glob had plowed through the buffet line, engulfing anything and everything edible that crossed its path, and leaving a slime of ectoplasm in its wake. A certain poltergeist was none too happy about the singing, or the fact that the spud could eat food, while he could not, and began hurling random objects through the kitchen at the others. Only one figure seemed aloof, and detached from it all, and that was the moldy-looking fellow in the distressed vintage suit, who went off in search of more worthy (read: more gullible) haunts.

Who ya gonna call? The ghost with the most, of course.</b>




((OOC: Welcome to week two of the Ghostfacers plot. The friendlies are still around, and available for interaction, but they now have a little "friendly" competition. Enjoy!))

Who: Dr Crowe (mod npc) & YOU
What: Talk therapy
When: Wedesday morning
Where: One of the group therapy rooms
Warnings: tbd

I don't want anyone to miss this.