Team Harding: Day One

[sparednothing]

[By now you should have already woken up to your surroundings. Your camp is near a clifface, overlooking the sea. Nearby are long, metallic trailers, full of hi-tech tracking equipment and enough space to sleep four people. Each has a kitchen and a bathroom, too. In the distance, is the jungle, but it seems largely quiet today]

[[ooc: The camp | Pick a trailer | The stegosauruses | Sarah Harding | Day One OOC post | Plot Hub]]

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[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce chuckles.]

No, not yet we aren't. This is supposed to be observation only. We should be okay.

[schrodingersghost]

Have you metthe woman in charge here?

[beastisbeauty]

Yes, of course. I needed to know what she wanted me to focus on. Why?

[schrodingersghost]

And you don't think you should just be a little concerned about what she's doing?

[beastisbeauty]

What do you mean? It was my understanding that we are here to observe.

[schrodingersghost]

When has that ever worked as planned?

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce laughs.] Actually, for most scientists, that happens more often than not.

[schrodingersghost]

My parents are scientists. Tell me about it.

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce grins.] You're a lucky young man. Don't worry. I'm sure things will be fine.

[schrodingersghost]

They're ghost scientists. [Danny clarified.] Every now and then one of their experiments tries to eat me.

Yeah, well I think I'm going to stick with expecting the worst.

[beastisbeauty]

Oh. That's...science really isn't supposed to be dangerous, when done right. Unless ghost science is different.

I can't really blame you, but I'm hoping this will turn out well. I mean, it's a chance to study real dinosaurs!

[He can't help sounding excited about that.]

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny shrugs.]

Ghost energy tends to bring things to life. Or afterlife, if you like. And thats when its not exploding in green goo.

Dinosaurs which are either lunch or looking for lunch.

[beastisbeauty]

Well that's just the way nature works. Everything, even humans, are part of the food chain. That's just life.

Green goo...ectoplasm?

[schrodingersghost]

You know what it is?

[beastisbeauty]

I've heard of it, sure. Supposedly mediums create it as a sort of drape--a means to give physical form to spirits so they can interact in the living world.

[schrodingersghost]

That's sort of it? But there's a little more to it than that. Its the energy ghosts are made out of, though it can also exist on its own.

[beastisbeauty]

Oh, I see. How do you study it?

[schrodingersghost]

Don't ask me, I just clean the lab and change the ecto-filter on the Fenton Ghost-Portal. Oh, and ignore Dad when he starts blathering about ghosts.

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce shakes his head.]

Be glad your father shares things with you, even blather about ghosts. If you listened, you might find out something valuable.

[schrodingersghost]

Oh, I listen. I just filter out most of the stuff about fudge and his college days and all the exciting new ways he's invented to make ghosts miserable.

[beastisbeauty]

Why does he want to make ghosts miserable? Does he know you're a ghost?

[The question is very gentle.]

[schrodingersghost]

No way!

Mom and Dad are ghost hunters. They think all ghosts are evil putrid sacks of ectoplasm out to ruin human lives for the fun of it. And they spend all their time inventing new weapons to use against ghosts.

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce frowns, his sympathy showing.]

I'm sorry. Why does he hate ghosts so much? Are their ghosts who harm humans?

[schrodingersghost]

Some ghosts, yeah. The ones who don't never come to the human world. But they thought all ghosts were evil a long time before they ever met any.

I don't really know why. Its what all scientists in my world think. Mom calls ghosts odd manifestations of ectoplasmic energy and post-human consciousness. They think ghosts are just echoes or something. That we can't feel pain and that we don't have any emotions.

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce sighs, shaking his head.]

I'm sorry to insult your parents, but that's bigotry...reducing the object of hate and comtempt to less than human status.

...

How do you trick them into believing your al...not a ghost?