(Lawrence) Betelgeuse "Beetlejuice" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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voidtreckerexpress2021-05-16 08:09 am
creepyoldguy) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-05-16 08:09 am
Entry tags:
Bored Demon, OTA
Who: Beetlejuice, OTA
Where: Kitchen
When: Llama catch all
What: Beetlejuice hanging out in the kitchen.
Warnings: Drug use mentioned.
Another platform and another Lydia-less, Maitland-less, Chuck-less, and Danica-less month. Getting paid was no longer all that appealing to him, since there was nothing available that he actually wanted. Which was his gothy bffff. Or some coke. But, mostly, any version of Lydia Deetz. In either case, the answer seemed to be a big fat No.
This left him with his other hobby: emotional eating.
So, Beetlejuice was camped out in the kitchen. Not to help, no one in their right mind would want him to help cook, or, to touch anything they planned on eating. No, he was there to see if people would talk to him, and to let him eat things while they worked, and he made a nuisance of himself.
"Can I eat that?" He asked for the tenth time, pointing vaguely to the area someone was working in. Sometimes this query involved actual food, other times trash, or cooking utensils. Beetlejuice was not "picky" by any definition of the word.
Where: Kitchen
When: Llama catch all
What: Beetlejuice hanging out in the kitchen.
Warnings: Drug use mentioned.
Another platform and another Lydia-less, Maitland-less, Chuck-less, and Danica-less month. Getting paid was no longer all that appealing to him, since there was nothing available that he actually wanted. Which was his gothy bffff. Or some coke. But, mostly, any version of Lydia Deetz. In either case, the answer seemed to be a big fat No.
This left him with his other hobby: emotional eating.
So, Beetlejuice was camped out in the kitchen. Not to help, no one in their right mind would want him to help cook, or, to touch anything they planned on eating. No, he was there to see if people would talk to him, and to let him eat things while they worked, and he made a nuisance of himself.
"Can I eat that?" He asked for the tenth time, pointing vaguely to the area someone was working in. Sometimes this query involved actual food, other times trash, or cooking utensils. Beetlejuice was not "picky" by any definition of the word.
Before Mission?
"Eh? Sure,I guess." He tosses over the loaf of bread that he'd been trying to turn into sandwiches.
The works!
Was it impressive? Very. Was it pleasant to witness? Eh...not even slightly.
"Famks, kid!"
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"No problem. You know, I don't think we've met. I'm Danny."
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"Bugwater. NO. Shit." He glowered and wiped a chunk of bread off his cheek, his hair flickering between red and green. Huffing in annoyance he rummaged through his pockets before producing a little card with his name in script that he very obviously hadn't written himself.
Lawrence Betelgeuse Shoggoth
Beetlejuice tapped the middle name as he handed it over. "I go by my middle name. I'm literally cursed, so I can't actually say it. A demon thing. And a my mother hates me thing."
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"Huh. Can't say I've run into demon things a lot. I mostly just deal with ghost things."
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He flashed Danny a fangy smile. "Oh, yeah? You see dead people? My bffff Lyds can too. I'm dead. But, I was born dead, a demon. Mom's a demon, dad's---I'm not entirely sure what dad is or was, probably a demon or something with low standards. Before I was banished from the Netherworld it was my job to help the new ghosties go there after they bought the big one. Now, I'm a free-lance bio-exorcist."
He'd been told in the past that he both: A.) Overshared and B.) Rambled, so he then paused tilting his head from side to side as he tried to figure out an acceptable question for the kid in turn.
"You're in...shoot, what did Lydia call it...High School?"
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Danny shrugs a little uncomfortably."Eh, kind of? I'm half-ghost. Not born that way, because that would be kind of creepy. There was an accident and I kind of got... stuck?" A pause. "Also please don't exorcise me. Because I'm really not sure if I want to find out what would happen."
Another pause. "And yeah, high school. I'm sixteen, I think? It kind of gets confusing with us running on a different calendar here."
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Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow. “Huh. I wonder if you’d trigger the alarm in customs,” he mused, before laughing.
“Jeeze, kid, I’m not gonna murder you. Or try to scare you off the train. I mean, you’re not planning on trying to perform a demonic exorcism on me.” Another head tilt. "Right?"
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"Man, that's a relief. I never met exorcists before I came here to the train, so I always wonder if its going to be like the ghost hunters back home." He shrugs. "Nah, back home I ran a strictly catch and release program for ghosts. No exorcisms or permanent damage."
He pauses a moment.
"Okay, so I kind of left Youngblood and Ember inside a pirate ship on the ocean floor inside a reversed ghost shield. But to be fair, they were really annoying and the shield will short out eventually."
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Beetlejuice hummed thoughtfully. "Hey, at least they're not alone!"