"I don't know, man. The judge who lived and died here liked whiskey, it was said to be his favourite so when people want help in legal matters, they bring it. It's more of a superstition. Probably bullshit... don't put that in the episode though." He didn't want to call the people who left whiskey stupid but what good was a ghost going to do? It was a ghost, not a demon or God. "I guess maybe the ghost liked to party and pretended it had powers to get the whiskey."
He would do something like that. Seemed like a fun way to get tributes. "What song are you thinking? I don't know any drinking songs off the top of my head."
"No drinking songs? Ah, Tyler. You and I have led very different lives." Gabriel scanned the basement as they headed down the last few stairs, shining the flashlight onto yet another pentagram. At least this one was drawn correctly, he had to admit. He just failed to see why a demon or anything else would want a portal here, unless they knew about the whiskey supply.
"Most of the ones I know are about death. Let's see..." Maybe he could think of a slightly less morbid one. Lots of lamenting in this category. "The maid went to the mill last night Hey-hey, so wanton! The maid went to the mill last night Hey, so wanton she! She swore below the stars so bright That she should have her corn ground, She should have her corn ground The miller grinds so free!"
Ah, that did take him back. Also quite the tune to sing in a spooky basement. "You think the ghost likes it?"
A chunk of something fell from the ceiling when Gabriel asked that, either a piece of old worn brick or a part or a part of the plastering. Tyler did not care, he reeled back so fast and freaked out. "No! Oh, they hated it. They hated it and they hate us! Holy shit. Did you guys see that? Did you-- did you get that?"
Tyler's eyes were wide as he was halfway in the doorway, ready to bolt it from the pentagram and the song-hating ghosts. "That was fucking wild. My brain is melting. I--"
Before he could finish, there was a strange noise. The wind, slipping through that hole that was just made, but it made Tyler exit the basement right away. "Holy shit!"
"Excuse you!" Affronted, Gabriel shook his head at the ghost. "Everyone's a critic. My voice is just fine. Better than your 'whooo' bullshit, anyway." That said, he stepped over to the pentagram and wiped the outer line off, just a smidgen. No need to risk anything. Then he followed Tyler back upstairs, still amused. "What was that? I thought you were being a fearless ghost hunter. Now they'll all laugh at you, those ghosts."
And he'd not get to finish his song. What a shame. "Can we leave yet?"
"I don't care, they can laugh. I do not care. I know when to save myself." And he was ready to save himself from fucking monster ass demons and ghosts. Taking a few breaths, Tyler leaned on a wall and looked at the camera man he was with. "We did all the floors, every room and we did the solo's halfway in so... yeah, we can finish up, right? I think we just need the outside shot and we're good."
He turned to Gabriel and gave him a thumbs up. "I want to get the fuck out of here, it's terrifying and gross and -- oh, fuck. I left the camera on the top floor." And he'd have to go back up there. And it was really freaky in there. "Damn it."
"Off you go then." Gabriel gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, smiling brightly. "Better hurry, I'm hungry." And thirsty. Hey, he'd been promised whiskey, he was getting whiskey. He was breaking with some family traditions, not all of them.
Still, Tyler was looking very freaked out. Scared. Not that big a deal, but he knew fear could make people more vulnerable. Susceptible. And as fun as that was in theory... "Do you want me to come with you? Or should I just go by myself, if you're being chicken?"
"Fuck you. I'm no chicken, I'll go by myself. You're a class A dick, you'll just make more piss spirits appear. I'm better going alone."
Tyler headed off into the dark, his flashlight guiding him as he rushed up the incredibly unstable stairs and crept into the room. He still had his mic on so it was safer, some how. He knew they could hear him if he spoke so if anything went wrong, he'd sound the alarms.
Putting his flashlight between his teeth, he climbed up the boxes and got the camera. Then his light went out. He pocketed the camera and tried to work out how to get off the boxes without any light. "Guys, my light is dead and-- ah, shit!" Okay, he fell off them. That was how he got off the boxes. "I'm fine! I fell but I'm fine. Urgh, this floor is so dusty, guys. It's gross."
"You are so graceful," Gabriel called out, leaning in the doorway and looking into the building. It was a gross place. Dusty, musty, kind of smelly. Definitely mouldy. Ugh, he could not wait for a very hot and very thorough shower tonight, after some food. Possibly even before the whiskey. "If you get lost, just see if you can spot any orbs and follow them. They omit light, I've heard."
As ghosts were wont to do, apparently. Like they'd be able to affect this plane to that level.
"Fuck you. I hope my phone can get me back. And if I get caught my a ghost and disappear into the darkness, I hope you feel guilty. Asshole." With a huff, Tyler turned his phone on to guide his way out, moving through the gross dusty place. As he got to the door, he felt something touch his shoulder. "Oh shit." What was that? "Hello... fuck, we're not recording. Guys, something touched me!"
And he knew that it wasn't proof to Gabriel but whatever, he felt it was interesting. "I'm going to get a ghost encounter and no proof, aren't I?"
"That's nice, you've been looking for a date. Why not date a ghost?" Gabriel weighed the odds of Tyler actually encountering anything against the odds of this being Tyler's imagination getting away from him again and concluded that, yeah, it was definitely his imagination. Just stood to reason. "Come out, introduce us to your new friend. Maybe we can bring them back to the hotel."
"Don't even joke about that. I still think that demon stayed with me after San Jose. No matter how often I was blessed." Tyler hurried back down the stairs and looked thoroughly creeped out. Much to his crews amusement. No one ever took him seriously. With a sigh, he tossed the camera back and started to walk out of the place. "I need a shower. I fell in dusty old building mess and I want to clean off."
"If he did, then he's an exceptionally polite demon. I've never seen him bother you." Gabriel slung an arm around Tyler's shoulders, helpfully leading him a few steps away from the building. "See? You're safe now. Nothing to fear here." Maybe one day they'd actually encounter something on one of these trips, but he wasn't holding his breath. And even if they did, he highly doubted Tyler of all people would notice it. "Let's go shower!"
He cleared his throat, realising. "All right, let's not have that on video. You say something."
"Nah, fuck it. Let's go shower. I have cobwebs on me, I want that shower. That's a wrap!" Tyler yelled out as he walked next to Gabriel, feeling excessively shitty but then, he had a long night and it was fucking late. He was eager to sleep and shower, maybe eat. "Damn, let's go McDonalds or Taco Bell. I'm so fucking hungry. I really want either a Doritos taco or a fuck ton of chicken nuggets."
And that was his mood right now. Junk food and then sleep.
"That diet's going well, huh?" Gabriel was entertained more than anything, it wasn't as if he thought Tyler needed a diet. Other than to limit his whining when his stomach hurt, he supposed. He kept walking in the direction of the cars, already fishing out his keys, assuming that Tyler would ride with him. "You know what should scare you? Being trapped in a car with a British guy forced to drive on the wrong side of the road in the middle of the night on no sleep." That was actually spooky.
"That is pretty scary but I don't think you would be this confident behind the wheel if you hadn't adapted yet. I think I'm a scarier driver." Mostly because of his road rage.
Walking over, he got into the car and tossed in his gear along the backseat. He leaned back in the seat and looked over his boots, glad it wasn't muddy as fuck inside. Next weeks shoot would be worse. "You know, this was easy going. Next week, it's that culty forest place. We're going to be in the mud, in the pissing rain, a lovely winter evening and we're going to freeze and be miserable." And that was the real scary thing.
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He would do something like that. Seemed like a fun way to get tributes. "What song are you thinking? I don't know any drinking songs off the top of my head."
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"Most of the ones I know are about death. Let's see..." Maybe he could think of a slightly less morbid one. Lots of lamenting in this category. "The maid went to the mill last night
Hey-hey, so wanton!
The maid went to the mill last night
Hey, so wanton she!
She swore below the stars so bright
That she should have her corn ground,
She should have her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!"
Ah, that did take him back. Also quite the tune to sing in a spooky basement. "You think the ghost likes it?"
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Tyler's eyes were wide as he was halfway in the doorway, ready to bolt it from the pentagram and the song-hating ghosts. "That was fucking wild. My brain is melting. I--"
Before he could finish, there was a strange noise. The wind, slipping through that hole that was just made, but it made Tyler exit the basement right away. "Holy shit!"
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And he'd not get to finish his song. What a shame. "Can we leave yet?"
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He turned to Gabriel and gave him a thumbs up. "I want to get the fuck out of here, it's terrifying and gross and -- oh, fuck. I left the camera on the top floor." And he'd have to go back up there. And it was really freaky in there. "Damn it."
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Still, Tyler was looking very freaked out. Scared. Not that big a deal, but he knew fear could make people more vulnerable. Susceptible. And as fun as that was in theory... "Do you want me to come with you? Or should I just go by myself, if you're being chicken?"
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Tyler headed off into the dark, his flashlight guiding him as he rushed up the incredibly unstable stairs and crept into the room. He still had his mic on so it was safer, some how. He knew they could hear him if he spoke so if anything went wrong, he'd sound the alarms.
Putting his flashlight between his teeth, he climbed up the boxes and got the camera. Then his light went out. He pocketed the camera and tried to work out how to get off the boxes without any light. "Guys, my light is dead and-- ah, shit!" Okay, he fell off them. That was how he got off the boxes. "I'm fine! I fell but I'm fine. Urgh, this floor is so dusty, guys. It's gross."
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As ghosts were wont to do, apparently. Like they'd be able to affect this plane to that level.
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And he knew that it wasn't proof to Gabriel but whatever, he felt it was interesting. "I'm going to get a ghost encounter and no proof, aren't I?"
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He cleared his throat, realising. "All right, let's not have that on video. You say something."
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And that was his mood right now. Junk food and then sleep.
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Walking over, he got into the car and tossed in his gear along the backseat. He leaned back in the seat and looked over his boots, glad it wasn't muddy as fuck inside. Next weeks shoot would be worse. "You know, this was easy going. Next week, it's that culty forest place. We're going to be in the mud, in the pissing rain, a lovely winter evening and we're going to freeze and be miserable." And that was the real scary thing.