(Any details on your OC are up to you, you're a Ghost!)

You're a ghost, who just so happens to be bound to Button Manor as a result of the tragedy which was your death, which occured there. You've been haunting it for quite some time now, and you've learnt to get used to the other rather animated ghosts, who are always messing about one way or another with reasons created by Alison, the ghost-seeing woman who moved in. (She can only see ghosts because Julian pushed her out of a window. But of course, she doesn't know that.)

Anyways, it's a dull Sunday morning, the ghosts all likely exhausted from the chaos that was conjured up during the week, and will most definitely repeat the following. Though, knowing them, it'd be unsurprising if someone randomly walked in asking for a hotel room, only to be woken by ominous light manipulation alongside the radio.. But for now..

Alison: ".." (*She stands in the doorway of the room you're in, as the other ghosts all sit somewhere nearby, all finally quiet and together in some sort of peace for once. She smiles almost proudly.) "Huh.."

Mike: "What? What is it?" He looks around as if he can see ghosts.

Alison: "Nothing.. it's just that they're finally being quiet for once." She lets out a surprised but pleased huff.

Julian: "Well yes. On account of what occured yesterday, I think we're all quite worn out."

Captain: "Worn out, but not lacking vigilance." He mumbles, though his stern voice lacks it's usual alertness. He's slightly calmer than normal.

Alison: "Really.." (*She sighs, continuing:) "No radios.. no builders coming in today.. not even Kitty bombarding me with talk about bloody balloons or something.." She is trying to talk to Mike, somewhat forgetting the ghosts are even there.

Kitty: "There's a balloon? Where?!" She looks around excitedly, her eyes widening in eager search.

Alison: "No.. no Kitty-"

Kitty: "EVERYONE, THERE'S A BALLOON!" She sprints off through a wall to go look for the imaginary balloon.

Thomas: (Sigh) "Oh, Alison.. your beauty is as radiant as ever- (He's cut off by Alison turning on a music player for him) "Ah! This melody.. it really speaks to me!"

Fanny rolls her eyes, elegantly sat on the sofa, her ghostly form flickering. She mutters under her breath, though too tired to be her usual ladylike-ordering self. Robin is trying to manipulate a light with Mary's encouragement, and Julian is now listening to a radio, placing imaginary bets while Captain looks out the window, Pat talking to him about one thing or another. Music flows through the room from the vinyl player.