[Video]

[schrodingersghost]

[The camera opens on a scene in a rather modern looking living room. Danny is there, sitting on a windowseat and glaring venomously at the moon as he ignores the other three people in the room.   There is a girl, slightly older than Danny, sitting nearby and reading a thick book.  A woman dressed in a blue hazmat jumpsuit has her arms folded irritably as she watches a man in a bright orange hazmat suit crawl out of the chimney.  He rolls to his feet and begins speaking boisterously.  In rhyme.]

"See? A fat man can fit down the chimney, here's proof!"

[She glances away angrily.]

"That still won't explain how he gets on the roof!"

[And as Danny attempts to ignore his parent's activities, the moon he had been glaring at a moment ago opens its mouth and begins to narrate.  Gleefully.]

And young Fenton sat there, just steaming and fuming,
His blood pressure rising, his anger consuming.

[With a cry of frustration Danny looked out the window again and addressed the ghost.]

I won't keep this up!

[The ghost interjected with more narration.]

Danny said to the writer.

[Danny pulled the shades down and turned away.]

There's no poem if I'm silent!

[The boy's brief smugness is ended as his sister turns and finishes the line,.]

Can't you make dad not fight her?

[The ghost in the moon began narrating again, smugly.]

You think this is over? It's barely begun!
This all doesn't end till the lesson is done.

[Danny glared resentfully at him.]

And you think that I'll learn it? You think you're that tough?

[At this moment Danny's parents interrupted with more arguing between them.]

He exists!

No he doesn't!

[Danny abandoned his argument with the ghost writer to turn and yell at his parents with all of his accumulated outrage and frustration.],

Enough!
I'm sick of your fighting. Can you please let this die?
You've ruined each Christmas, each Christmas and I
Can't take anymore of this war, am I clear?
Fourteen years is enough. I am so out of here!

[And with that Danny stomps out the front door and slams it shut.  Out the window a flash of light and a glowing black and white figure can barely be seen racing into the sky.]

[ooc: Start of Danny's canon move.  He is now stuck inside a Christmas Poem and will be forced to respond in rhyme to anyone who talks to him.  Italics are the ghost writer. Orange is his dad, blue is his mom, and green is his sister.]]

Comments

[ghostshippingly]

... Was that a ghost in the moon? And why are you speaking in rhyme?

[schrodingersghost]

The ghostwriter did this! He trapped me in rhyme!
I'm syuck in tbis poem like some kind of mime!

[ghostshippingly]

Like a sort of curse, you mean? Oh no... that sounds bad, even if it doesn't look like a serious one. There must be some way to break it though, right? I'm not an expert on this sort of thing yet, but I'm sure that's how things usually work. Did he say why he did that to you? It could be a clue!

[schrodingersghost]

I blew up a hack poem. I still feel no remorse.
So the ghostwriter decided to make me regret it by force!

[ghostshippingly]

That seems like a bit of an overreaction, but I guess spirits can be like that sometimes. Hmmm... so basically he wants you to feel sorry? I'm not really sure how to break a curse like that, but there has to be some way to do it.

I'm sorry, I wish I could help more.

[schrodingersghost]

He thinks he can win. He thinks he can beat me!
No way do I let that hack defeat me!

[ghostshippingly]

Do you have a plan?

[vickythetyrant]

Why are you speaking in rhyme?

[schrodingersghost]

Why do you think?
I've been cursed by a hack with ink.

[rainin_blk_ppl]

Whoa, whoa, you a'ite?

[schrodingersghost]

I'm stuck in a poem! Now I'm really annoyed!
All because that poor excuse for a book was destroyed!

[rainin_blk_ppl]

Stuck in a poem. Yeah, that don't sound good. An' all 'cause've a book? Boy you gotta figure out somethin' to do to get yoself right.

[schrodingersghost]

The ghost says there's a lesson to be learned;
But I insist he's the one who's going to get burned!

[rainin_blk_ppl]

Wait wait wait, hold up. A ghost said that?

[schrodingersghost]

The ghostwriter did this. He's really a jerk.
Need some kind of distraction so I can get to work.

[rainin_blk_ppl]

A'ite, a'ite. What you gotta do to fix this an' get back to normal?

[schrodingersghost]

That guy who has me really annoyed
Needs to have his power destroyed.

[rainin_blk_ppl]

A'ite. So how do you do that? Where's he get his power?

[schrodingersghost]

Don't know. I need to find that out.
And then we're going for another bout.

[rainin_blk_ppl]

If I could get there an' give ya a hand I would, man. Good luck.