fandomhighdorms | second floor common room ; saturday afternoon

It was shaping up to be a lazy, lazy weekend. In the past, most of Sam's weekends had been lazy so he was an expert in how to deal with laziness and even if he was trying to change his lazy, lazy ways, he still could take a day and settle down on a common room couch with some takeout Chinese food (noodles only, of course) and some inane action movie on television. His attention wasn't all that into the movie so he knew almost immediately when Brooke popped up beside him, stretching out on the couch like she wasn't dead.

"Frank's gotten cuter," she said, reaching over to try and take some of Sam's food. It didn't work.

"Yeah? Why didn't you pop up last weekend and tell him that? Bet he would have liked it."

Brooke shrugged. "Lots of people around. I didn't want to scare anyone."

Sam nodded because he could understand that. This place was weird but there were probably some guests that wouldn't expect to see the ghost of a murdered girl appearing to talk with her very much alive friend. Sam made a note to let Frank know about Brooke's compliment.

"I miss food," Brooke sighed, looking longingly at Sam's food. "I'd even eat Plumpy's food at this point."

Sam made a face at her. "Death has made you go completely nuts."

Brooke stared at him and for a second, Sam thought he might have said something wrong. Then, she started laughing and nodded her agreement. "Yeah, God, you're right. I can't believe I said that out loud. Gross. Gross."

"Gross," Sam agreed and quieted down, not really minding at all when Brooke stayed where she was. He didn't think she got a lot of time to watch movies like this anymore.

[Post is open! If you'd like to see Brooke, you're welcome to notice her. She'll pop away quickly. If you don't wanna see her, feel free to mod that she's gone. Radio's free to report that Sam was just talking to himself!]

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Sam was one of those people who Toby didn't really purposely try to read, but when he happened to pass by the common room and saw him appear to be talking to himself... yeah. He had to take a look.

What he saw was really kind of trippy. From Sam's perspective, there was a girl sitting on the couch with him. But when Toby shut out Sam's thoughts, he couldn't see her anymore.

"Hey, man," he greeted, eyes flicking briefly to that seemingly-empty spot on the couch near Sam. "Anything good?" he nodded at the TV screen.

When Toby looked over at her, Brooke raised an eyebrow but couldn't tell if that was a coincidence or if Sam's friend was actually seeing her. Sam missed that look so he assumed that Toby wasn't close enough to see Brooke yet.

"Well," he said, tilting his head at the television screen, "there are a lot of explosions. I think the bad guy's got some awful facial hair and there's been a lot of screaming. So, it might be good? I can't tell."

Brooke was still looking quietly at Toby.

"Explosions and bad facial hair?" Toby said, taking a spot on the other couch. Which... apparently counted as 'close enough' when it came to being able to actually see ghosts who were hanging around Sam. "I'm-" he broke off, now definitely looking at where he really could see Brooke now.

"It's not nice to stare," Brooke commented, sounding amused. "You act like you haven't ever seen a girl before."

Or maybe it was the ghost part that Toby was having some issues with. Sam finally realized what was happening and winced.

"Uh. You're seeing a pretty girl on the couch with us, aren't you?" Might as well check, right?

"Yeah, I. Yeah." Toby nodded. "Is she um- a friend of yours?" he asked, with a particular emphasis on friend.

"You're not gonna hyperventilate, are you?" Brooke asked, still sounding about as amused as she could. "Gonna keel over and have a heart attack, cutie?"

She was doing that on purpose. Sam shot her a look for that.

"She -- yeah. She is. She's sort of my...guide too. Because, uh, she's dead."

So yep, Toby was seeing a dead person.

"I'm not gonna hyperventilate!" Toby said, maybe a little defensively. Look, he was allowed to be a little weirded out the first time he actually saw a ghost. "Dead," Toby echoed. "Well that explains- a lot. I guess."

[ooc: sorry! minor puppy-related disaster!]

"Yeah, it explains he sees dead people," Brooke said, shaking her head. "It's just like that one movie except he's not creepy like that kid."

"That's debatable," Sam quipped before he shook his head. "It's been happening since I was a kid. Uh, it goes along with everything else about...me. Scare you?"

Sam hoped not. He didn't look too scared.

[No worries!]

"It's a little trippy," Toby admitted honestly. "Especially since I can see her- you," he gave an apologetic glance at Brooke, because ghost or not, it would be rude not to acknowledge her. "But not, um," he tapped a finger against his temple. "Y'know."

"...I wasn't thinking about Brooke when you came in though," Sam remarked, sounding confused.

"Wait, you can read minds?" Brooke interjected, sitting up. "That's so cool! Does it extend to ghosts too? Come on, what number am I thinking of?"

She was thinking of seventeen and a half just to test him.

"No, but you were talking to her before I came in, and I could sort of- see her then," Toby admitted.

"I can't hear your thoughts at all, though," he added to Brooke. "Which is really weird."

"That sucks," Brooke said, pouting for a second. "It was seventeen and a half, if you were curious."

Sam scratched his cheek and glanced over at Brooke before looking at Toby again. "Yeah, uh, most people can see ghosts when they get around me. Sorry, should've warned you or something."

"He's great at a Halloween party," Brooke quipped, smirking.

"It's not really the sort of thing that easily works itself into conversation, isn't it?" Toby asked with a slight grin.

"And I'm good with carnival tricks. Which means we'd make a great traveling road show," he added wryly to Brooke.

"Yeah, you're not wrong there," Sam said ruefully. There were a few people he probably should be telling about this...quirk but he couldn't make himself yet. "Doesn't really fit in well with football scores and girls."

Not that Sam talked about football scores that much. It just seemed like a topic most guys would talk about.

"So, you can read Sam's mind?" Brooke asked, getting a lot of evil ideas. "What's he think about?"

"Brooke!" Yeah, that was all Sam had.

"I've got a little experience with stuff like that." Because 'I hear voices in my head' was not excellent conversation fodder. "And what's in Sam's head? Football scores and girls, obviously." Toby shot back to Brooke easily. Well... chances are it was more that second thing than the first at any given time, but.

[ooc: off for thanksgiving dinner! might be back later, if not, SP good?]

"Yeah right," Brooke said, rolling her eyes. "Girls, I can maybe believe but football scores? Yeah, right. Sam doesn't do sports. Too lazy."

Sam couldn't really argue with that. "Don't you have something to do, Brooke?"

Brooke sighed and got up. She gave Toby a little wave before she just disappeared like that.

"Uh." Sam almost blushed. "Sorry about that. She just likes to bother me sometimes."

[SP's good!]

"She seems... nice?" Toby offered. "I mean, for a ghost. They always seem all angry and stuff, in movies or whatever. But she's pretty laid back."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, she's great. She was my friend before...well, before she died so maybe that's why she's not haunting me all evilly and stuff."

Sam really couldn't have blamed her if she had gotten pissed at him considering the manner of her death. That had sucked.

"She got a good gig as my liaison between the two worlds."

second floor common room ; saturday afternoon

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