I can't really say, but it is reasonable to assume it's possible. It's certainly better than passively remaining here where we're no good to anyone. I've seen that ghosts, intangible as they are, can be very helpful to the living if they've a mind to. I'd rather help someone in some small way than be here where I can't do anything but feel sorry for myself.
*Wes seems to realize he's perhaps revealed a bit more of himself than he really intended, and stops suddenly, which is just as well, really. He's feeling very ill and it's all he can do to turn away before he retches violently. He sighs as he sees the unmistakeable flecks of blood. He runs his hand through his hair and is not surprised to find hanks of it in his fingers. A rash, faint but unmistakable, has broken across his flesh.*
Poisoning, I think,
*he intones, making conversation.*
Most likely chemical. Or radiation, possibly. What do you think?
*He seems to realize how morbid his little game might seem, and frowns.*
Sorry, it's something I began to pass the time. Guessing at what they're doing to us. Everyone seems to suffer it at the same time, have you noticed? Misery loves company, they say...
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Date: 2009-12-22 02:16 am (UTC)*Wes seems to realize he's perhaps revealed a bit more of himself than he really intended, and stops suddenly, which is just as well, really. He's feeling very ill and it's all he can do to turn away before he retches violently. He sighs as he sees the unmistakeable flecks of blood. He runs his hand through his hair and is not surprised to find hanks of it in his fingers. A rash, faint but unmistakable, has broken across his flesh.*
Poisoning, I think,
*he intones, making conversation.*
Most likely chemical. Or radiation, possibly. What do you think?
*He seems to realize how morbid his little game might seem, and frowns.*
Sorry, it's something I began to pass the time. Guessing at what they're doing to us. Everyone seems to suffer it at the same time, have you noticed? Misery loves company, they say...