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Who: Betelgeuse OPEN
What: Arrival
When: November 28 mid-morning
Where: The Bay

Betelgeuse hadn't slept like this in ages. Oh, ghosts, even poltergeists like him, did sleep, but it was a shallow, dream-filled activity that was more a habit than anything. Certainly, Betelgeuse hadn't felt this weary grogginess, since he died. He stretched and sat up to look around. He noted the metal container, somewhere between a bed and a coffin, with amusement. Heh. They should see his actual coffin...what was left of it after six centuries.

Well, time to rise and shine, regardless! Betelgeuse noticed the box on his chest and immediately began rummaging through it. He wasn't generally just given things and this was like getting a birthday present! He went through the items, becoming more and more puzzled. Okay, it was a nifty pile of stuff; he particularly liked the little videofeed. Modern technology, you know he loved it! The money went into an inside pocket of his jacket. He skimmed through the pamphlet and snorted. Get a job. Really? Somehow he doubted this place would appreciate his skills as a bio-exorcist!

Still, job or not, someone had gone to some trouble to give Betelgeuse a good head-start in this place...wherever the hell "Genessia" was supposed to be. He'd certainly never heard of it. Well, he'd been given a means of communication, so he'd communicate! Betelgeuse read through the videofeed instructions once more, then tucked the pamphlet away into a different pocket. Walking away from his recent bed, Betelgeuse began playing with the videofeed, turning it visual.

"Hey, you! Someone wanna tell me what's going on? What is this place?"

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[Now it's time for a fun game: Which One is Ugliest???? Is it Betelgeuse with his rotting corpse face and scraggly hair? Or is it Captain Kirk with a swollen black eye, and cuts and bruises distorting his face? It's been a few days since he had a throwdown with Bison and his flunkies, so he's recovered a little, but that pretty face isn't going to be pretty for quite some time.]

It's called Genessia. Did you get picked up from a Halloween party?

[He's genuinely curious, because if so, that's a very fine make-up job.]

There should have been a pamphlet in the box you woke up with that covers the basics.

"What?? No, I didn't get picked up from a Halloween party!" Betelgeuse snapped, the words bitten off and impatient. He made a rude hand gesture. "Yeah, I get that this place is called 'Genessia.' I'm apparently supposed to get a job, too...as if. Funny thing is, last time I checked, I was in CONNECTICUT!!"

Betelgeuse stopped screaming, glaring at his videofeed screen. He continued in a lower, though still angry tone.

"I'd kinda like to know how I got here and why, y'know what I mean?"

[He'd be less unphased if he hadn't been brought here from much, much farther than Connecticut...and if he hadn't taken some painkillers to dull the throbbing in his face.]

As far as I know, no one's figured that out yet. Sure would be nice to know, though.

[And why were people like that white-eyed psychopath in the cape dumped into the city too? What would that possibly accomplish?]

For all I know it's some intergalactic social experiment.

"Intergalactic, huh? So, where are you from, then?" Betelgeuse asked, rolling his eyes. "You look like you've been socializing with a meatgrinder."

He really didn't care why the young man looked so beaten, but Betelgeuse knew people tended to let things slip, once you got them talking, and who didn't like talking about themselves?

Feels like it too.

[Some of those goons hit like a mach-sledgehammer. He slaps the ice pack back on his swollen eye.]

Me? Grew up in Iowa, was crossing the galaxy on the starship Enterprise. Now I'm here.

[To boldly go indeed.]

Captain Jim Kirk. What's your name?

"Huh. So, this thing affects time too. No one's invented spaceships yet, where I'm from."

Betelgeuse looked a bit embarrassed at Kirk's question. He shrugged.

"I can't tell ya my name. I mean, I know my name, but it's kinda complicated."

"Why not?"

'Complicated?' He didn't understand, and that made him just a little wary. So he folded his arms and asked point blank, not really expecting an honest answer. But he'd see what this creepy guy had to say just the same.

Betelgeuse rolled his eyes, shrugging dramatically. He wasn't about to give some near stranger power over him, if he could help it and folded arms and a direct stare never boded well, in Betelgeuse's opinion.

"Look, I just can't okay? It's one of those things, ya know? Like, I tell you, then someone else finds out, and pretty soon, I'm busier than I know what to do with and certain Other Parties get involved..."

Betelgeuse sighed, shaking his head.

"Bottom line, someone, somewhere decided me being able to say my name was a bad idea. I haven't been able to in ages."

Since his death, actually, but Betelgeuse wasn't ready to admit that yet.

No, he didn't know. None of this made sense on any plane of reality in Jim's book. He had, however, come to accept that he was going to run into a lot of people and even more things that just didn't make sense in his world.

"So what do you want me to call you? Douglas?"

Betelgeuse gave him a hard stare, then grinned crookedly.

"Do yourself a favor, Kirk. Let your wife name your children. You suck," Betelgeuse told him dryly. "No, you can call me BJ, for now."

"I'll be sure to let her know." Kirk didn't have a wife, but he didn't exactly have a good reason to set the guy straight. "All right, then. BJ it is."

"Good, good, glad to have that settled," Betelgeuse rambled, grinning. "So, you're from Earth and I'm from Earth? Are we on Earth right now, compadre? I mean, apparently, you're from some possible future, so maybe some place called Genessia gets invented later on, who the hell knows, right? Tell me something useful."

"Probably not." Jim was no scientist, but he was sure there wasn't anything on earth powerful enough to completely block his signals from the Enterprise or any other agency that might pick up on his frequent distress calls. He swipes a hand over his chin, winces as he realizes that was kind of dumb considering he got socked in the jaw, and looks around. "Wherever we've been transported, it's nowhere I've been before, or even heard of. Maybe a different planet, or some sort of space colony."

"You said you're a captain. Shouldn't you know this shit?" Betelgeuse asked impatiently. "Fine, fine! This place has printed money. That means government, right? They must know something."

"I'm the captain of a starship, not a... Never mind," he held up his hands, huffing a quick and impatient sigh. He was starting to sound like a certain crabby medical officer.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too. There's a computer that'll answer some questions, but far as I can tell, there aren't any public officials. The City Guardians are all selected from people like you and me who just popped up."

"A computer, huh? Good thing I've kept up with the times. Not all ghosts do that, y'know? Figures no one is actually in charge," he sighs. "So, does this world or place have natives or is it just us chickens?"

"There are natives, I guess, but there's something off about them." He looked away from his screen as he spoke, watching a happy family of three walking down the street. "Most of them don't remember who you are after a day passes."

He'd been stood up for so many dates because of that.

"Well, that's not a problem," Betelgeuse guffawed. "I probably won't remember them, either!"

[And this face pops up over the video feed. She doesn't say anything, she's a little too creeped by you BG.]

Betelgeuse grinned at the young woman whose face appeared on his video feed. Tasty! He wagged his eyebrows at her in greeting.

"Hey, babes. How are ya?"

[Okay. Now she's creeped out in more ways than one.]

G-good. How are you?

"Eh. A bit lost, a bit confused...you from around here?"

Betelgeuse just kept smiling. He hoped this girl could give him some real information, though he did notice she seemed a bit nervous. But, hey, he was the Ghost with the Most...he'd just charm her, right?

"Kind of. Sort of. Not really." Okay, a little less creeped out now, well not really, but she was over it enough to talk to the guy now.

"I kind of woke up here like everyone else did. Did you read the pamphlet?"

"Yes. I. Read. The. PAMPHLET!" Betelgeuse groaned. "Is everyone gonna ask me that? It's not like the damn thing's, y'know, informative."

He sulked, then brightened up a bit, a sly expression crossing his face.

"Hey, here's a question for you, babes. Who writes the pamphlet, huh? And who stuck that box on my chest, while I was sleeping?"

No, don't be mad BG. How can you be mad at this face?

"Sorry it's just all anyone here really has to go off at the moment. It's about as informative as it gets."

She'll shrug at the next set of questions

"Sorry... I don't know that one either, but when I find out who did I'll point him in your direction."

"Heh. You do that, babes, you just do that," Betelgeuse chortles, grinning. "I think I got here just in time. SO. This happens to a lot of people? They just wake up in a metal box, with a bit of cash and a communicator? And no one knows whose responsible?"

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"Well to everyone I've met so far, yeah. No exceptions so far.

I mean it would be handy if who ever did it left a clue or something at least, but no such luck on that yet.]

Betelgeuse sighed, shaking his head. "That's just sad, babes, really. Tell me you lot are at least trying to find answers? Who's in charge around here?"

"Honestly I just got here a few days ago. Answers are one of those things I'd really like right about now, but I can't say I've been able to do much looking yet.

...As for who's in charge. Well I don't think we have anyone there either. A guy named Harry seems to know the most about this place though."

Betelgeuse grinned, leaning just a bit closer to the video screen.

"You're new, huh? That must be lonely. What's your name, babes?"

And she's going to back away slightly from her screen. Creeeeeeeepy

"It was at first. a few other people from home have shown up since then, so it's gotten better now. I mean it's not home but it's something, right?

Oh and well I'm Ruby, and you are?"

Betelgeuse shrugged. He couldn't say he called anyplace, or anybody for that matter, home.

"If you say so, babes," he answered. He paused and decided he wasn't going through the bit about his name again. "I'm called BJ. It's very nice to meet you."

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"Uhmmm... Nice to meet you too, BJ.

So not to be rude or anything, but are you like a zombie or something? Because you look a little ...pale?"

"Y'know, 'a little...pale,' he quotes her in a perfect replica of her voice, "is actually pretty flattering from a living chick. No, I'm not a zombie, babes. I'm a ghost! A poltergeist, to be exact."

That's a neat trick, and a little creepy too. BJ why you gotta be so creepy?

"...A what?" Okay she got the ghost part, but she has no idea what a poltergeist is.

"A ghost, babes! A poltergeist is, well, it's German. Means 'noisy ghost.' It's one of the more powerful types of haunters."

He grinned, shrugging. Betelgeuse was very proud of his ghost abilities, including scaring people and, yes, being creepy.

"Oh. So you're a noisy ghost? Alright, I can see that.

...Not that there's anything wrong with that of course. You can be as loud as you want, I guess."

"Thanks, babes. I appreciate it. It's just not being noisy though...it means I have more magic than most ghosts and can influence the living world."

"So you're loud enough to influence the living world, that's how I can hear you, right?

Man normal ghosts must be really quiet."

"Eh, I don't think so, babes. I just meant I can affect things more easily, 'cause of my magic. Usually, when someone can see me, it's cause they can see things that are unusual. Most humans just ignore things they can't understand, know what I mean? Normal ghosts are just annoying, if ya ask me."

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