(Accidental Video)

[creepyoldguy]

 [The angle is almost painful to watch and motion sickness could be a thing as the mirror is moved about in a jerky manner.

  Beetlejuice was standing near the door to the mansion, business card in hand.  Normally, he'd barge right on in, but....

These ghosts were not recently deceased, and apparently had stuck around this house for quite some time.  And he was attempting to make a good first impression, so, the demon would refrain from entering unless invited.  Ghosts who attached themselves to a house were usually finicky about who they let into said domicile.  In fact, it was rare to find one that looked as nice as this one did.  It looked like whoever was haunting the place cared a lot about it and had kept it in good repair.   Sort of like he imagined the Maitlands would have done had they been successful in haunting their home. (And not utter losers.)  

His business card had his current address scrawled on the back, but, it was at least legible.  The front had the phrase "Troubled by the living?" followed by his full name, followed by his middle name three times, and the word "Bio-Exorcist"  at the bottom.   It was actually fairly professional looking, because, the demon really did  take pride in his work.  

He knocked three times on the door and gently slid the card underneath before turning to leave.

It was about this time that Beetlejuice noticed the mirror was broadcasting.  He steadied it a bit to give the Apprentices a fangy smile.]

Oh, hey guys.

Just a looking for a little extra work to do on the side.   Gotta support the local dead population, y'know?    

Comments

[strangeandunusual]

Yeah, I always thought it was a little weird that for as "classic Main Street" as this place is, there's no paper. ... But any place that looks abandoned or run down might be a good start?

[creepyoldguy]

I’ll have to leave ‘em around. If nothing else maybe keep ‘em on our side.

[strangeandunusual]

I think I can say from experience it's always nice to have a ghost or two in your corner.

[creepyoldguy]

See there! You get it!

I mean, I’m not sure they’d need convincing. I don’t think anyone’s messed with their shit or anything.

[strangeandunusual]

I hope not. They were already pretty unhappy about us even being there to clear out the Corroded... I'd hate to see what they'd do to anyone who vandalized their home.

[creepyoldguy]

Yeah....the last thing anyone needs is the local ghost population being—-

[A stray thought flitted across his mind and the demon grimaced.]

....Ms. Tags-a-lot hasn’t been here has she?

[strangeandunusual]

[she gave a slow, horrified gasp before speaking in a careful whisper, afraid that either the ghosts or her roommate could hear her over the mirror]

I don't know....

[creepyoldguy]

....she's probably not that dense.

[A lie. He completely believed Mal would ruin a house belonging to ghosts. But, if it reassured Lydia, he'd try to at least fake optimism.]

[strangeandunusual]

[as much as she appreciated the intent ...]

Beej, she wanted to burn down the candy store.

[creepyoldguy]

Fair point. But, she’s not pissed at the ghosts, right?

[But, then again, she’d tagged the town...]


Eh. I guess you could ask her?

Locked to Beej

[strangeandunusual]

No, but ... she's been treating it like it's gonna be her house eventually anyway, which - not a good idea.

[she heaved a sigh and locked the conversation]

Honestly I've been kind of avoiding her since the party. She keeps trying to get me to tell her who lost their voice, and ... I'm not playing that game with her.

Re: Locked to Beej

[creepyoldguy]

Because of the snake thing? That was hilarious. Not me, for the record, it would have eaten her instead of the cake if it’d been my trick. And then I would have eaten the cake.

[Beetlejuice paused, and explained,]

I thanked her for coming and she ignored me. The snake thing cheered me up, even if it wasn’t mine.

[He figured Lydia would understand just how badly being ignored hurt him.]

It didn’t....ruin your party, right?

[strangeandunusual]

I used to really like her. But... The more she clings to this Isle Evil VK thing, the more I wish she'd ... I don't know, get a clue. Wake up. Something.

... I'm sorry she ignored you. That's awful. Especially since I can only imagine how hard it was for you to say thank you. Did you sprain something?

[from her tone and her grin, she's obviously teasing]

[creepyoldguy]

She’s a stuck-up snob.

Not your fault.

[He snorted, before throwing a dramatic arm over his eyes.]

It was awful and I’ll never do it again without stretching first.

[strangeandunusual]

Like this?

[she stretched her jaw wide, then made a pronounced duck face]

Two sets of ten, once a day. Works like a charm. Or in your case, maybe a hex.

[creepyoldguy]

I was thinking more like...

[He did a 180 with his head, managing to look like a demented owl.]

this, but, your way could work too!

[strangeandunusual]

Yeah, but that doesn't stretch your mouth, just your neck! How would that keep an apology sprain from happening?

[she said, matter of fact, as though this were Really A Thing]