MAKE SURE YOU HAVE ALL YOUR EQUIPMENT. GOD KNOWS SOME IDIOT (PROBABLY YOU, QUITE HONESTLY) WILL FORGET SOMETHING.
Now, you aren’t the RESIDENT GHOST EXPERTS around here- that title goes to your TWIN BROTHER and SWEATY NEPHEW. No, you were where the BUSTIN’ came in.
You don’t have anything too special- Nothin’ so sciency as they might bring, or so colorful as MABEL might pack.
>CHECK INVENTORY.
Honestly, it’s just the standard stuff on your end- The SALT, the OBLIGATORY HOLY WATER, EMS DETECTOR OR WHATEVER THE FUCK IT’S CALLED, and those SILVER KNUCKLEDUSTERS you’d invested in after the last ghostly incident. STAN (you know, the other one) had etched them with some kind of anti-spectral sigils when you’d bought them, and if that wasn’t enough, you added a few of your own. You still hadn’t had the chance to properly test out the new juice. (Unfortunately.)
Looking around the SHACK, you decide to grab some other odds and ends. A ROPE always had use in wide, open areas like a SWANKY MANSION would house. Some PRESCRIPTION GOGGLES might come in handy, too- Whether for your rapidly degrading old man eyes or to block from aerial assault.
Maybe A GUN for good measure. JUST A LITTLE GUY. With some silver bullets for good measure. (Maybe a KNIFE. Good ol’ KNIFE.)
How exactly are you carrying all of this junk in just your suit? WHO CARES?
A magician never reveals his secrets, after all. (But pockets and sneaky hands surely helped.)
>LIST INVENTORY.
The full inventory of STANLEY PINES is:
-SALT (Packets)
-HOLY WATER (One spray bottle)
-SILVER KNUCKLEDUSTERS (Untested on undead)
-ROPE (Long)
-PRESCRIPTION GOGGLES (Don’t ask)
-A GUN ( MERICA)
-GOOD OL’ SIR STABBINGTON (Your favorite accomplice)
-A REALLY FANCY COIN (You totally didn’t forget this was in your suit! So that’s where it’s been.)
-A WAX PENCIL (Useful for vandalism and sigil writing on both conventional and unconventional surfaces! Even porcelain.)
-A CLASSY ZIPPO (Not that you smoke anymore)
ALL PARTY MEMBERS ADDITIONALLY HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
-EMS DETECTOR OR WHATEVER THE FUCK IT’S CALLED (Fully charged)
-A NORTHWEST FEST INVITATION (Will be lost upon entry)
-ITENERARY
-A MENU CARD (Will be lost upon entry)
-AN OPERATIONAL PHONE OR WALKIE-TALKIE
-EXPERIMENTAL FIELD DISRUPTORS (Created by STANFORD, untested on undead.)
-FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS (Everyone say THANK YOU, MABEL.)
-SWANKY ATTIRE (As seen on TV)
>INSPECT SWANKY ATTIRE.
-HAT (Black)
-TIE (Maroon red, with gold patterns)
-SUIT (Black, stuffy) (Shiny golden cufflinks!)
-SWANKY GOLD CHAIN (You insisted)
-MATCHING POCKETWATCH (FORD never asked for it back.)
-BLACK HAIR RIBBON (Gives you a “stylish” ponytail) (Definitely does not make you look like a mafia enforcer)
-SHOES (Shiny. Squeaky. Scrubbed.)
WHAT NOW?
>[MAKE SURE EVERYONE ELSE HAS THEIR SHIT TOGETHER. YOU ARE NOT TURNING THE CAR AROUND IF SOMEONE FORGETS SOMETHING.]
>[CHECK ON THE DIABLO. IT IS YOUR RIDE TODAY, AFTER ALL.]
>[MAKE SURE SOOS KNOWS THAT YOU’RE GOING OUT. NO NEED TO MAKE HIM THINK HE’S BEEN LEFT IN A CORNFIELD AGAIN.]
>[DID STAN (YOU KNOW, THE OTHER ONE) REMEMBER THE DRESS CODE? SOMEONE SHOULD PROBABLY REMIND HIM.]