Glass & Roses (BBC Ghosts)

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S2E1: The Grey Lady

Button House had achieved a sort of harmony after the events that had occurred with that Fiona and the hotel chain, which found the Plague Ghosts' graves and inquired a team of archaeologists to properly assess and uncover them. Everyone had their morning routines, and they were stuck to as religiously as possible. It was another day, and Alison got woken up by that damn ghosts pigeon, setting off a string of screaming in the house. 

"Morning!"

"Morning!"

"Good morning!"

The usual greetings went around, pulling Lucille from her bed. She groaned as her feet hit the wooden floor, one almost going right through and headed to the window to check the weather for the day. She smiled up at the lucky rabbit foot hanging from her curtain rod before looking down to see that Captain was already waiting at the front door, swagger stick in hand and peering up at Alison's window to await her arrival.

"On your marks... Get set... Go!" Alison pressed the start button of the stopwatch, watching as the Captain started to run his route of the grounds.

"For King and Country!" He yelled, keeping his breath even as he disappeared around the corner of the house. Alison slipped the stopwatch over her neck and made her way down the hallway.

Lucille smiled as she floated through the walls, doing a mental check of where everyone was. Thomas was dancing to 'Friday, I'm In Love' by The Cure and somehow greeted her without breaking his timing. She appeared next to Julian in the next room as he impatiently waited for Alison to open up the laptop. 

"Come on! Come on!" He hurried her.

"Yes." Alison opened the lid. "Okay."

"Yes! Takes me back to the David Lloyd in Chelsea." He scored a point of the computer ping pong. "Take that, Hugo!"

"So where did we get to?" Alison asked, fiddling with the VHS tapes.

"Er, World Cup '86." Pat answered. "It's quarterfinals."

"England - Argentina. Alright." She placed the tape in.

"Ah, the Hand of God." Julian commented.

"You what?"

"Maradona - scores with a handball, swings the match."

"Well, don't tell me the score."

"2-1 to Argentina."

"What's wrong with you?!" Pat exclaimed, his voice raising several octaves higher as he stood and stormed out the room. "You absolute-"

"Dikhet." Robin interrupted.

"Robin!" Alison scolded him, thinking he was calling Julian a bad word when he was just talking about his crossword.

"Hey, Julian?" Lucille asked.

"What?" He grunted, continuing with his game.

"Don't be such a Julian." She cuffed him on the head before moving into the next room.

"You can't use my name as a verb!" He complained, rubbing the back of his head.

She stuck her head back through the wall. "I just did!"

"Lucy! Are you reading with me today?" Kitty asked, bouncing in her seat.

"Not today, but fill me on what happened later, okay?" She told the Georgian, who looked a bit deflated but nodded brightly as Alison entered the room. She wouldn't tell Kitty that she had already read 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' and that it was her copy Alison had pulled from the library.