"George Cubbins, again. In line with recent incidents - and Lucy's habit of setting flammable objects on fire -" [A swift swooshing noise passed the mic, followed by an exclamation of pain.]
["Hey! I didn't set your notebook on fire, okay!"]
"(Or so she says)" [George rubbed his head while his whispering grew louder, his mouth leaned closer to the mic.]
"I've decided to record our attempts with this unknown Type Three. And to aid me: this nifty little recorder I purchased at a top secret location."
["No you didn't. You found those at a garage sale of that old lady's down the street." Lockwood remarked with a huff as he settled on their couch, preceded by the dainty clatter of the tray and tea cups.]
"You don't see cassette recorders like these nowadays."
[Lockwood offered to pour tea for Lucy and George helped himself to a small biscuit.]
"It is a rare event indeed; Lockwood made tea." [George's whispers amplified once more.]
[Lucy's voice leans in and in the same soft tone she adds, "What's more is he's used the fine 18th century tea cups he almost never brings out."]
["I can hear you two," Lockwood points out. A slurp and a clink of porcelain on porcelain follows.]
"Well, now that you've got us all together, what do we with it first." [George's voice drew farther as if leaning away from the mic and closer to examine an object.]
["You should really ask Lucy. She's the one who talked to it."]
["What? But you're the one who ushered us out of the kitchen demanding that we speak with the ghost."]
["Yes but I have no experience talking face to face with a ghost."]
["Well neither have I!"]
[Lucy grumbled after a long period of silence. Coughing several times to clear her throat, Lucy begins:
"Oh spirit, come and reveal yourself to us."]
[Another lapse of static and silence and a dejected sigh follows]
"Well, that was a good start. I swore I saw the jar move an inch."
["And the green plasm started swirling around like a toilet bowl in the process of flushing." Lockwood's tone was reassuring."]
[Lucy let out another sigh. "Why won't it work. I swear it talked - and that was barely a week ago. So why isn't it speaking now?"]
["It's okay, Lucy. We'll figure this out."]
"Yeah, it's not like it has anywhere else to go." [A loud slurp met the mic]
["We'll get it to talk and be the first ever company to encounter a real Type Three ghost! Just imagine the cases we'll take on."]
[In George's soft voice he whispered to the mic.] "And there goes Lucy believing in every word of Lockwood's. You can see her sparkling eyes and flushed pink cheeks. Just what is it with women and good-looking guys?"
["You're one to talk. You sat up straighter after dusting off your hideous puffy parka."]
["Now, now, you two. Let's just all agree that I have very good leadership skills and make exceptionally good speeches."]
[The silence lasted for more Lockwood would've liked until Lockwood couldn't take the stares he was receiving. "How 'bout a quick game of ghosts and ladders instead?"]
["Yeah, why not?" Lucy replied.]
"Alright. But I'm not the one setting the game up."
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The Journal of Recent (And Not-So Recent) Hauntings of Lockwood & Co.
FanfictionA Lockwood And Co. Fanfiction Also known as '35 Portland Row's Journal'. “George Cubbins, here. I’ve decided that while Lockwood and Co. is a relatively small company, we need someone to record our adventures – just in case no one makes it home aliv...
