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[mansons.livejournal.com]

[Sam's found a ping pong table! But seeing as she currently has no one to play with, she's wandering around the room playing "Keep The Ball Bouncing" with a paddle in each hand.]

You know, I'm pretty glad this happened. Means I get to chill for a bit.

[After a few more bounces, she smacks the ball across the room with as much force as she can, just to see how far it'll go, grinning.]

[Any challengers~~?]

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[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[Here's a challenger! The heavily bruised Danny Fenton walks in and picks up the ping pong ball from where it's landed.]

Hey, Sam! Where'd all the ping pong stuff come from?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

It was here when I got here. I just figured I'd make some use of it.

[She holds one of the paddles out for him to take.] So, enjoying the steam and whatnot?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[takes the paddle and heads over to the other side of the table] Oh. Well, I guess this place would have a ping pong table.

[Danny starts up the game and sends the ball over to Sam's side of the table.] The steam? I guess it's okay...I just wish there was less of it. It's hard to breathe through all that.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Seriously. I'd say they thought of everything, but... no arcade games. Oh well..

[She easily returns the ball to Danny's side of the table, grinning.]

Yeah, I can see how that'd be a problem. But so far so good, right?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Seriously? I never looked for them, but how could they not have arcade games?

[sends the ball back to Sam's side just as easily.]

Well, it is kinda relaxing. At least it's better than being stuck at home every day!

[mansons.livejournal.com]

I know! We should find management and file a complaint.

[She has to duck to the side to get it, but she manages well enough.]

Oh right, you're stuck at home all the time in your version of reality... You know, these places are supposed to be healthy. Maybe you'll feel even better as the days go by.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Or maybe we could bring them here ourselves. Can you even do that, though?

[He gets it, but doesn't send it back too strongly--it barely makes it over the net before the first bounce on her side.]

Oh yeah...different realities. I almost forgot about that. But maybe you're right. It's kinda hard to feel worse than I have this week, so it might actually help.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Sure could! But we'd have to get home first, and I think we're just a little bit stuck right now.

[She leans forward to keep it going, fumbling about a bit in her attempt to get there and ultimately having to lean on the table. She laughs a bit.]

This week? [Worried frown] What happened?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Really? I haven't gone home in a few days.

[This time, he tries to hit the ball back a bit harder to get it in an easier range for Sam to hit back.]

Oh, uh. I was kinda...beat up. A lot.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Yep. It won't let us out. But... what do you mean you haven't been home? Were you just hanging out on the plane before this all happened?

[And she smacks it back, dead-center.]

What?! By who?! Geez, Danny, what happened?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Pretty much, yeah.

[Ack! It's coming a bit fast for him, but he just manages to hit back to Sam's side. Whether or not it's going to stay on the table, though...]

I-I don't know! It was just--some guy covered in metal armor came up and started beating me up! He called me something and caught me in a net when I got here. [In fact, just thinking about it is making him feel queasy. Very queasy.]

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[It stays on the table, but Sam doesn't think it will so she doesn't bother... and then it's too late. She laughs at herself as she goes to pick up the ball.] Aah! Hey, nice shot, Danny.

He... he what? [Sounds like some sort of ghost... but why would a ghost pick on this Danny if this Danny isn't involved in all of that? Oh wait, he's not looking that great...] Hey... You okay over there?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

I hope I am... [he leans on the table as he starts to feel a bit dizzy. The queasiness subsides a bit, though, and he doesn't feel like he might vomit again.]

It looked like he was flying--with a jet pack and wings or something like that. And he called me a name...something like "half", and that's when he started to beat me up and catch me in a net!

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She forgets about the ping pong ball, dropping it onto the table before going over to Danny's side.]

"Half"... like, halfa?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think that's exactly what he said. How'd you know?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Well, in my world... that's what you and Christopher are. Halfas. You have... ghost powers, at least that's what you call 'em. You can pass through walls, turn invisible... "going ghost." You know?

[A small, nervous and awkward laugh] Probably sounds like a bunch of nonsense to you, though.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[Just. Stares. For at least a good minute or so.]

[Oh, oh, but now he's stopped! Here's a frown just for you, Sam.]

Ghost powers? You're joking, aren't you?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Yeah, totally a joke. Because I could come up with something that ridiculous on the spot. In fact, I joke about that kind of thing all the time, you know?

[Sigh!] I'm not kidding, Danny.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Okay, fine. Assuming that isn't a joke, how'd I get "ghost powers" in the first place?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

You went into the portal in your parents' basement, and it... went crazy, or something. [She's gesturing grandly with her hands as she talks, trying to get her point across.] When you came out, you seemed normal, but then you started just... phasing through walls.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

And...that was after I went into the portal? The same portal that was supposed to lead to a "Ghost Zone" before it malfunctioned?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

Ghosts keep slipping through now. You and Christopher end up having to wrestle 'em back through, or at least get them to quit bugging everyone in Amity Park.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

So in your reality, I went into the portal, somehow got these "ghost powers" and now I fight ghosts on a daily basis? [Something about the sheer idea of it makes his stomach churn.]

Do you have any idea how completely insane that sounds? I'd think you were nuts if I hadn't gone into the portal too.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

I know how insane it sounds, but it kind of seems weird to me that you didn't get any powers if you went into the portal, too!

((OoC: Late tag is late as real life reared its ugly head. >: I'm so sorry! If it's too late, don't worry about it, I understand. :x ♥?))

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Oh, I definitely got powers. The power to fall into comas, that is.

[The sarcasm, it is evident!]

((OOC: S'fine! I'll probably be about as slow in coming months, so slow threads will. Probably be happening a lot. XD))

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[Of course, Sam takes the "get mad first" route, even if she doesn't mean to.]

That's not my fault! Just... look, that thing that was after you still called you a halfa, right? Maybe there's something else going on, too!

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[And because she's taken that route, Danny quickly follows behind !]

Even if it did call me a halfa, I definitely don't have any "superpowers", or anything like that! The only "something else" going on here is me nearly puking my guts out every day!

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[And things only escalate, of course.]

Would you just listen to me?! I'm not saying you should have superpowers! I'm just saying that maybe your getting sick wasn't the only thing it did!

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Don't you think I would've noticed something like that by now?! And even if I didn't notice it, wouldn't the doctors have noticed already?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Not if they don't know what to look for!

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[Cough cough hack WHEEZE]

And I'm guessing you do?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

I... [sigh] No. I don't.

[She frowns at the coughing, though, and the anger dispels, for the most part.]

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

So what's the point in trying to figure out if I have superpowers, then? [His voice is now on the raspy side from the coughing, but hey, at least he can still talk!] It's kinda obvious that I don't.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

I didn't say that you do! Just... [She sighs again, shaking her head before looking away.]

You know what? Nevermind.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

...what? What are you thinking?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

I don't know, what if there's something else up with the portal in your world?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Well, nothing's up with it now. It never worked right in the first place, and Mom and Dad gave up on it.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[A long pause... then she throws up her arms, intending to give the impression that she's exasperated.]

I don't know. Look, just be careful, I guess. Okay? [... then her word choice and faltering tone kind of give away the worry.]

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[Clueless though he may be, even Danny can tell Sam is concerned for him.]

I don't think that'll be too hard. After all, how many other armored guys on jetpacks will be out to try and catch me in a net?

[But the gears start grinding, and he realizes the full implications of what happened when he was attacked. And now the fear really starts to set in. And thanks to the he's wearing, Sam may start to feel it too. This probably should have played a part here earlier, but shhhhhhh.]

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[Sam does feel it, too -- worry for Danny, fear for his life... even if it's not the Danny from her own world, it's still Danny, and that's what matters to her. What if there's something terrible going on? What if...?]

[She shakes her head rapidly, trying to get rid of the fear, but it's not going away. She ends up staring at the floor again.]