You were sulking around the halls of the Button House, the place where you had just recently come to die. Your death had left you feeling upset, the manner of it something you hadn’t gotten over. So you were avoiding all the other ghosts in the house and not talking to them.

While sitting and reading over the spines of the books in the library you heard another ghost walk through the wall. Looking over your shoulder you saw it was the captain ghost— quite literally The Captain, as you had heard someone else call him. He stood rigidly when he regarded you.

“Right then. The other’s have decided, and I have begrudgingly agreed, that we should invite you to our annual food club. We would expect to see you in the common room at 1800 hours sharp.” He announced, even if you were the only one in the room.