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room 216 ; wednesday afternoon

Like a moron, Sam was bleeding again. Skateboarding injuries happened so often that he'd just kept on boarding while the blood bled through the sleeves of his shirt and the sweat from his arms stung the scratches and gashes.

He'd eventually come back to his room and was just now getting to pulling off his shirt and taking a look at the damage. He'd definitely had worse (his back was a testament to that) but the souvenirs he'd gotten from a completely avoidable fall still hurt.

Sam took a seat on the bed and pulled out his first aid kit (yes, he had one). He'd get himself cleaned up and bandaged up and his elbows would ache and throb for a few hours before it wore off and they were good to get shredded in another fall in the future.

"You really should wear elbow pads," Brooke said, popping into existence beside him on the bed. Sam groaned and didn't look at her.

"Not now," he griped, shaking his head. "Go do...dead person things."

"Dead person things?" Brooke asked, laughing. "I am doing a dead person thing. I'm bothering you!"

Sam groaned again and tried to ignore her while he cleaned up his elbows. Arguing with Brooke was like arguing with a massive brick wall. He never won so he'd just listen.

[Door is halfway closed but the post is open. Regular humans are gonna just see and hear Sam talking to himself but if you've got the ability, you can see and hear Brooke too. NFB on what Brooke actually is though, please]

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With most people not bothering to shield their rooms, things around here tended to filter through. Blood was power. Blood when it wasn't all neatly encased by skin had a tendency to emanate said power, and Sam here had enough of that, that Kate could feel it from her mere few doors down and take some of minutes out of her day to investigate.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?"

There was a hint of hesitation at the half-dressed part, and she took an extra second to look at Brooke when she actually saw her, but after that she did at least tip her head in a sort of greeting that way too. Her lack of finesse when it came to social boundaries did have its limits.

Thankfully for his masculinity, Sam didn't jump. He did whip his head up in the direction of the door. Brooke's attention went that way too though she didn't say anything.

"I fell." Simple and to the point. He'd fallen and it'd hurt. Sam's thoughts were more on the fact that she'd see his back if he didn't keep himself facing her. "Uh, skateboarding."

He picked up his arms and showed off those bloody elbows. "Cute, huh?"

"He's a klutz," Brooke chimed in, earning a glare from Sam who didn't know Brooke could be seen by someone else but him right now.

Kate smirked, "Who'd have figured?" The bloody elbows were a tiny giveaway. She narrowed her eyes briefly at the other girl, making a brief attempt to place her. Not vampire, and shades weren't supposed to be quite so... solid-looking.

A barely perceptible shake of her head, and she directed her next comment back at Sam. "Cute isn't the first word that springs to mind when I see blood." Had to be said.

Sam forgot about his bloody elbows when he realized where Kate was looking. He glanced at Brooke and then back at Kate and then at Brooke again. Brooke just shrugged.

"Place is weird, my friend," she said, patting him on the back. Sam tried to shrug her off because he was still dealing with the implications here.

"You can see her too?" he asked, sounding surprised. "Brooke? You can see her?"

His bloody elbows could wait.

Kate hesitated, looking between them, while she tried to decipher his surprise. It was a bit late to say no now wasn't it? "... Sure." She wasn't aware other people couldn't, and her brows furrowed a slight puzzled frown. "So?"

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"Yeah."

Sam just didn't even know what to do with this place. He sighed and rubbed his brow.

"She's a ghost."

Well, Sam didn't really want to draw out the inevitable discovery. Brooke was a ghost and she seemed to like it.

"... Oh." Right. Seeing the dead probably wasn't normal around here. Kate didn't like to think how much that gave away.

She was silent a long moment, during which she was likely cursing internally, and wondering how easy it would be to play that off as nothing. Quirk of magic?

"Well, you don't look very dead," she offered to Brooke, quashing her momentary panic. It was a complement! Sort of. You could generally see right through ghostly things back home. Brooke had less giveaway signs.

"Thanks!" Brooke chirped, smiling. "Don't even look like I got my head cut off, do I?"

Sam...hadn't expected that bit of revealing from Brooke and he winced at the memory. He rubbed his head and shook his head.

"She's, uh, my friend. Both when she was alive and dead. Welcome to my ghost seeing world."

Kate shook her head, not quite expecting that share either. "No, you're looking pretty good," she had to agree. Surprisingly unconcerned and peppy about dying in such a gory way.

"And thanks? I guess." A close connection to death wasn't something Kate had ever really relished. At all. "Did you--" Her knowledge on these things was fuzzy (by her standards) but generally there needed to be something holding a shade back from the afterlife. A tether.

"Did I...what?" Sam prompted, not really sure what she'd been about to say there. That blank could have been filled in with so many things. "...invite her here?"

He didn't think it was that. Not really, at least.

"People generally move on," Kate pointed out. Not that she wasn't sure it was nice for him to still have his friend around. "No offense," she added as an afterthought.

"Oh, this is just a day gig," Brooke said, shrugging. "I have moved on. I just come back to bug Sam because he needs some help communicating between here and there."

Sam...thought that was a decent explanation and pointed at Brooke to say he agreed. "What she said."

"Okay," she drew out. The rules of magic and death were definitely different from one world to the next.

She was just not going to think too deeply on the hows. Sticking with the lighter side, today. "Plus, I'm betting he needs someone to mock him when he falls over." You know, aside from the communication with the other side she'd mentioned.

"One of my favorite parts of the job," Brooke said, giving Sam's hair a ruffle before standing up, giving Kate a wave and disappearing without another word.

Sam just blinked at the empty space Brooke had just left before he glanced over at Kate. "So yeah, that was Brooke. Ghost extraordinaire. Sorry about that. She just pops up whenever she wants to."

Kate shrugged. "I don't know why you're apologizing. I walked in, she was already here." Which made her the one interrupting, not Brooke.

"You're still bleeding," she pointed out. Just in case he'd forgotten in all the gaping.

"Yeah, I kinda fell when I was skateboaring," he said, glancing down at his bloody elbows again. "You're not squeamish or anything, are you?"

She almost laughed. "No." Definitely not. "I'm not going to swoon and faint on you." Thank fuck. That would be embarrassing.

"Wouldn't I have run away already rather than stand here and talk to you and your dead friend if I was?"

Sam shrugged and reached into his first aid kit for a piece of gauze. Said gauze got pressed against one elbow with a quiet hiss. He could hear his mom's voice in his head now, telling him to where elbow pads.

"Whose to say you wouldn't have thought I was crazy insane?" Sam wondered, shrugging. "You could have been humoring me."

"I spent the weekend as a pony," Kate shared, pulling a face. "Insane is relative." She was still pissed that the place had decided to turn her into something else without her permission.

"Point is, I'm definitely not squeamish."

"Yeah?" Sam asked, wiping the excess blood away from his elbow and reaching for a bandage. "And how was life as a pony? Anyone slap a saddle on you and say giddyup?"

"Anyone trying that is just begging to get kicked." No, no one dared. She spent the entire time looking downright angry. "I guess no one wanted my hooves in their face."

Sam chuckled and slapped a bandage on one elbow before moving to the next so he could repeat the process. The talk of ponies made him forget about his state of undress or the scars on his back or the whole Brooke thing.

"Kinda sorry I missed seeing you as a pony," Sam lamented, shrugging. "I got to meet the other Sam and Wesley. At least you could talk though, right? No thumbs but the ability to speak. Good tradeoff?"

"Not really, no." Lack of opposable thumbs just didn't work for her. Plus. "I was pink." Nothing, nothing made up for that shit.

"I'd have preferred the no talking."

"You were pink?" Gauze held in the air, Sam's eyes widened at her. "Is there...a secret love of pink underneath all this other stuff that I haven't seen before?"

"No." The vehemence in that one word might make a person call 'too much protest'. "They couldn't have at least picked me a decent, less cutesy colour? If they absolutely had to make me into something dumb."

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