AGC BUILDING

[∆§Indea§∆]

The ghost would have been in her late twenties, she wore a short pencil skirt and a white blouse. The blouse had an odd stain near the neck which seemed to glisten with the ebbing flow of the watery ghost. Her hair had been in a faux fifties style that was popular these days. Micah ran behind Alex and took no qaulms about grabbing a hold of his shirt.

"G-GHOST!" Micah reiterated.

"GET IT ALEX, POKE THAT BITCH!"

[DKender]

"R-r-respect the dead, please!" Alex stammered out a warning before he felt his pole contact something ... not exactly solid, but tangible. The air was rank with a chemically, unpleasant odor.

[Dr. Jar]

They could smell the kerosine as she reached out to grasp at Patti first, and then at Alex. She was pinned, and couldn't move.

"..." She came for Patti first, the closest person to her currently.

Patti sidestepped the ghost, and brandished her torch like a weapon. She had a back-up lighter in case she needed it. She didn't say a word, though her last experience with ghosts was unpleasant enough, and lit her up.

((Edited))

The ghost burst into flames and fumes, and burned up like a paper lantern. The pieces seemed to float to the floor.

[Dr. Jar]

The rest of the office, behind the reception desk, is nothing worth mentioning, with many cubicals, and chairs set on every desk, with dusty computers. There is plenty of stationary to be found, and a set of instantcoffee in the corner with several month old cookies. A jar of candy is on one of the empty desks nearby.

[DKender]

As the ghost burned, Alex dropped the spear and exhaled shakily. "Nice one, Patti." The overwhelming surge of adrenaline - or whatever wacky chemicals humans released during life or death situations - made him feel restless. He wanted to throw a chair. Better save that energy for zombies and geese hefting.

He glanced at Micah. "You all right? Easy, there."

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley knew better than to "help" with the ghost, though he had his crowbar and lighter ready. He put it away, and searched thoroughly, keeping his formation as the back (or front?) of the group. He grabbed the instant coffee to take with him, that was a good brand.

[∆§Indea§∆]

"S-sorry Alex, yeah I'm fine and d-dandy. No worries, err good job."

Micah let go of Alex's shirt hurriedly and began brushing off imaginary dust from his clothing. He took off in a quick once over of the place, feigning interest in a couple of pieces of stationary. There was on one of the desks, a cutesy mug with a white bunny rabbit on it which read ' Hop to it'.

"Hey Alex, what about this mug for Chelsea?"

[DKender]

Alex laughed softly. "That's perfect for my conejita. Ha." He put the mug safely in his backpack's outer pocket. "You know, she's too damn cool for me, Homeboy."

A fleeting, concerned expression crossed his face. He seemed tempted to ask Micah something ... but it wasn't the time or the place for chatting. Alex fetched the pipe and prepared to move on.

[Dr. Jar]

Patti scoped everything out carefully, looking here and there, until she happened upon a layout map in one of the drawers. Score one. Score two was a flashlight sitting on one of the other desks.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Since Ash and she were usually carrying a flare and a weapon simultaneously, and since Alex was carrying a weapon that required two hands for effective use, she gave the flashlight to Micah.

"This should give us a little extra range over these flares. No need to lead the way or anything, that should still be highly effective from the back." Unless he was paranoid, Micah didn't get any sense that she was mocking him at all. In fact, he was pretty sure she still looked shaken from the ghost encounter.

There was an emergency exit in one corner, that presumably led out to the north-side walkway they had seen earlier. The office space clearly took up the entire back corner of the building. The next obvious move was back out to the hallway.

Across from them was the stairwell and, a couple meters to the left, the door to room 108, 'Equipment Shop'. Patti opened the door tentatively.

The room was large, dominated in the central area by a large metal cage. Near the entrance was a counter with a computer and a few filing cabinets. A bulletin board had a bunch of information on equipment checkout procedures and loss replacement charges and that sort of thing. There were a few chairs, but not many. A heavy-duty handcart was bungee corded to the cage.

The cage was locked and reached from floor to ceiling.

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley followed behind them, occasionally checking behind them. He seemed decidedly less gung-ho after the appearance of the ghost, and there was just a speck more hesitation as he investigated the next room. His hands were shaking. Just a little bit.

"Alex and I can open that." He offers, and gets ready to at least try, closing the door behind them in case of unwanted guests. He glances back towards Alex to see if he had any kind of interest in this.

"Can we even get that out of here?" He seemed to be referring to the cart, but it was clear, he liked the idea. He smiled again, just a little. This put him in good spirits. Plus, besides the ghosts, this place was clean. Where did all the ghosts come from? Were they people who died in here? He shrugged to himself, and got ready to pry it open.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti was peering through the cage with a befuddled look on her face.

"I don't even know what most of this stuff is. Large, I guess. They look like, I dunno, air compressors? Pressure washers? Not sure any of it is stuff we can really use. But, like I said, I don't know what it is, so... maybe. Maybe that's a mummy compressor and a pressurized zombie vaporizer. What do I know?"

She was in the neighborhood of correct. These were mostly semi-exotic tools with high price tags, the sort of things some contractors wouldn't necessarily be able to afford. There were a few air compressors and pressure washers, also some airless paint sprayers, pneumatic drills, jackhammers, table-saws, lathes, pneumatic rivet guns, and so forth. Most of the heavy stuff was sitting on pallets, and a pallet jack sat in the middle of the floor.

[DKender]

"Will these help?" Alex flourished a pair of wire cutters removed from the workshop earlier. "I'm ready for some crowbarring, barring that. Haha!"

He is a dutiful soldier and will carry out Patti and Ashley's commands without qualms, unless they happen to break one of the ten commandments. (OOC: I'll be on after work, but if Alex is needed before then, feel free to write in actions. Like Oh, that important tool is up really high. On your knees, Rookie! Be a footstool!)

[∆§Indea§∆]

Micah didn't think Patti was mocking him as he didn't feel paranoid at this point, actually she still looked pretty shook up from the ghost encounter. Micah rubbed his head with his elbow now that both hands were occupied, the last thought had been odd as if it had been placed in his head by someone else.

Micah suddenly felt paranoid as they made their way into the cage filled room. This kind of place freaked him out, it was all ambushy. People got ambushed and forced to barricade themselves in these cages all the time in movies. The tools in the cage were alien to him, how they could have any use was beyond him.

"Maybe we should just take a note that this shit is in here? I mean what would be the fucking point of dragging any of it back with us? Especially if you guys are going geese hunting."


((OOC: Sorry Brett, it had to be done. ))

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley recognized a few of these tools, generally he had no idea what the heck he was looking at, but seemed to agree with the sentiment. He nodded, in a 'maybe later' sort of sentiment, and then seemed ready to leave with the others to the next place.

His eyes scoured every shadow and every darkness, wary of zombies and ghosts, eyes slightly downcast. What if their eyes met accidentally from far away? The thought worried him, just as the ghost lifting up Abdul's head on purpose worried him. They could just force them to kill themselves. What a terrible fate.

He stared at the tools thoughtfully, and then seemed ready to go.