[ maybe you were fighting a ghost, maybe you were just near someone else fighting a ghost, but regardless, right as the thing pops!, there's a voice at your back: ]

shieldshieldshield!

[ and right before you're splatted with gross slimy ectoplasm, a blue shield springs up around you and the guy that just spoke. who.. turns out to be billy kaplan(-altman), floating a few feet off the ground and looking super grossed out. ]

Oh, gross, why can't they ever just be, like, the misty ghost-types that just, I don't know, fade away? [ great question, billy. ]

[ hey, so, maybe you were double-booked in a room at the hotel, or maybe you just got the room number wrong or something, but it doesn't seem like you're, uh, on earth anymore when you step into this one.

the ceiling overhead and the floor beneath are gone, leaving just a starry nebula swirling past, stars glittering in the air. each footstep into the "room" leaves a brief golden impression behind, like a burst of stardust beneath one's feet.

and hovering over the bed? billy, out of his suit and dressed comfortably in leggings and an oversized, long-sleeve shirt falling off one of his shoulders. he seems to be swiping past images in the air like pictures on a phone, brows drawn together and frown fixed on his mouth. when he notices someone else in the room, though, he glances up, eyes widening. ] Oh! Hey. Uh, this-- [ shit. ] What are you doing here--? [ in.. his room.. ]

[ idk, hmu at perilous for other ideas and stuff!! ]