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Summary: The plot thickens
Rating: PG
Warnings: Vince's hair is threatened! Not for the faint of heart! Read at your own risk!
Spoilers: none
Length: about 1151 words
Disclaimer: The Boosh boys aren't mine. But if they were......
Notes: Read Part 1 by

“No it doesn’t,” Howard said, “it says:
HOWARD MOON, BEWARE!
LEST YOUR FRIEND LOSE ALL HIS HAIR!!!
A CURSE I’VE PLACED ON HIM THIS EVE,
HIS LOVELY TRESSES HE’LL BEREAVE.
ONLY YOU CAN HELP HIS PLIGHT,
FOR YOUR BODY I’LL REQUIRE TONIGHT.
"That’s quite good poetry, actually,” Howard mused. “It rhymes and everything –“ Howard was cut off by another wail from Vince. He glanced up from the paper to see Vince holding a fistful of his own hair in his hand, a look of sheer terror on his face.
“Howard, I’m really scared,” Vince whimpered. He held out the handful of hair for Howard’s inspection. “Can you see where it fell out? Is there a bald spot?”
Howard leaned in close and inspected Vince’s head. He ran his hands lightly over the sandy brown mane, being very careful not to tug or pull on it. In spite of his care, a few hairs came loose in his hands. He quickly pulled his hands away and hid them behind his back. “No, no! No bald spot. Not - - exactly.” He immediately regretted that last bit as Vince began to sob in earnest. Howard patted him awkwardly on the back. “There, there, Little Man! It’ll be okay, we’ll figure this out. We’ve been in tighter spots before, eh?”
“How can you say that, Howard? This is my hair! This is serious!” Vince pulled away from Howard’s touch and turned his back on his friend. Howard noticed a few more strands of hair floating to the floor. Howard suddenly felt ashamed of his callousness.
“I’m sorry, Vince,” he said sincerely. “I know this is serious and I’ve been acting like an ass.” He hesitantly put his arm around Vince’s shoulders and was a bit overwhelmed when Vince turned and threw his arms around Howard’s neck. To his credit, Howard didn’t pull away. Instead, he rubbed soothing circles on Vince’s back and offered more words of encouragement. “I promise, Vince, you won’t be bald. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that from happening to you!”
“So glad to hear you say that,” a smooth voice cut in.
Both Howard and Vince looked up, startled, but there was no one else in the room but themselves.
“Who are you, Sir?” Howard demanded. “Whoever you are, show yourself!”
“As you wish,” the voice answered. As Howard and Vince stared, a very faint outline of a man appeared on the chair in front of the typewriter. “Tap, tap,” the man said with a wink as he struck a key on the typewriter.
“Who are you? What do you want? Why are you obsessed with Vince’s hair?” Howard tried to keep his voice steady.
“Well, of course he’s obsessed with my hair; who isn’t?” countered Vince.
“It is quite nice,” Howard said admiringly. “I especially like the blond highlights you’ve added.”
“Cheers, Howard!” Vince beamed.
“Ahem!” the ghost-like man interrupted.
Startled by the interruption, Howard and Vince turned their attention back to the intruder. “Sorry,” they both mumbled.
“My name is Henry. As you can see, I am no longer among the living. In fact, I have been dead for over 100 years. I mean you no harm. The curse is nothing personal; it is merely a means to an end. That end, Mr. Moon, is the use of your body for the next 12 hours.”
“You want to possess me?” squawked Howard, cowering behind Vince.
“Possession is such an ugly word. And not quite accurate. No, what I’m thinking of is more along the lines of a time-share arrangement. I want the use of your body for a few hours. It’s been a hundred years since I’ve tasted food, smoked a fag, or had a shag.” Henry ran his eyes appreciatively up and down Vince’s body as he spoke, then turned his attention back to the typewriter. He began to type as he spoke. “You’ll be along for the ride, too. I get to call the shots, but everything that I experience, you get to experience, too. It’s a win – win situation. In exchange, I lift the curse from your friend, he keeps his hair, we all get a meal, a smoke and a shag out of the deal, I move out by morning and leave the two of you in peace. Do we have a deal?” Henry whipped the sheet of paper out of the typewriter and handed it to Howard for his inspection. It was a contract which read thusly:
HOWARD T.J. MOON and HENRY THE GHOST do hereby enter into the following agreement, whereby HOWARD T.J. MOON, permits HENRY THE GHOST to inhabit his body from the hours of 8:00 p.m. October 31 to 8:00 a.m. November 1. During that time, said HENRY THE GHOST may perform any pleasurable activity he desires with the body of HOWARD T.J. MOON. It is further understood that HOWARD T.J. MOON will also remain an inhabitant of his body, but he agrees to relinquish control to HENRY THE GHOST during the aforementioned time period.
In exchange, HENRY THE GHOST agrees to IMMEDIATELY lift the curse he has placed on VINCE NOIR, so that no more hair loss will occur to the aforementioned VINCE NOIR. Furthermore, VINCE NOIR is exempt from participating in any activities engaged in by HENRY THE GHOST while inhabiting the body of HOWARD T.J. MOON, but he is welcome to participate in any activities he wishes by his own consent.
There were two signature lines at the bottom of the page. Henry produced Howard’s missing pencil out of thin air and signed on one of the lines. He then handed the pencil to Howard. Howard looked at his watch. It was 7:55. He looked at the contract. He glanced at Vince, then put the pencil to the paper.
“Wait, Howard!”
Howard looked up, startled, at the sound of Vince interjecting. Henry looked peeved. “What?” Henry snapped. “What is your problem? You’re the one who stands to lose something precious, here! Let him sign!”
“Howard, I can’t let you do this! What if he doesn’t do what he says? What if he hurts you? What if he doesn’t leave after 12 hours? Is the signature of a ghost even legally binding?” At Vince's question, Henry looked at the ceiling and tapped his fingers on the typewriter keys. Vince continued, “No, Howard. I can’t let you sign that, even if - -“ here, Vince gulped back a sob, “ - - I lose my hair.”
Howard gathered Vince in a tight hug. “Little Man,” was all he managed to choke out as he stroked the back of Vince’s head. A huge clump of Vince’s hair came out in his hand. Looking at it in horror, Howard clenched the hair in his fist, seized the pencil, and signed the contract before Vince could stop him.
“Howard, what have you done?” Vince gasped.
But Howard couldn’t answer. He’d gone . . . . wrong.
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Date: 2013-10-31 07:44 am (UTC)(pfft, html fail. Sorry 'bout that.)
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Date: 2013-10-31 12:07 pm (UTC)MWAHAHAHA!!!!
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Date: 2013-11-02 11:36 pm (UTC)Again, I can't wait to find out what happens to the boys, so I hope we all luck out and your chapter will be available very soon. :)
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Date: 2013-11-02 11:55 pm (UTC)Haha, I just hope you guys like it. I haven't done round robin fic in aaages, and I forgot how tricky it is to not start with your own opening and not direct the next person too much. But having said that, it was a lovely break from the epic thing I've been working on for the last few months, so that was nice. :D
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Date: 2013-11-03 12:56 am (UTC)Sorry, that's a rather random digression. Anyway - yes, it'll be long and it'll probably take months, but it combines my two favourite things: time travel and Noel/Ju. :D I never upload stuff til it's finished (learnt that the hard way) but I did a ridiculous sketch for the opening scene a few months ago, and it has a little excerpt with it. So if you want a teaser, it's on tumblr (http://pipvalentine.tumblr.com/post/50330290167). (And why it's on tumblr, I have no idea. I just spent twenty minutes looking in my creative comm going WHERE DID I PUT IT? Oh, Lil, what are you?)
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Date: 2013-11-03 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-03 01:49 am (UTC)And hello, I've just followed you back! I don't use tumblr for much. Lots of my old lj friends blog there now, instead of here, but I like to lock my entries about life. (And by life, I mean my thesis word count, the ridiculous hat I wore today and all the fics I'm not writing, ha. Hardly riveting material.) Shall I add you here too? I think my friends only post scares people off sometimes - it was mainly to discourage serial adders from a few years back, but it seems to have stopped everyone, and I do quite like having new lj friends! :D
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Date: 2013-11-03 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-03 02:11 am (UTC)(Haha, my updates are ridiculous, but thank you. Good to know they're entertaining someone!)
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Date: 2013-10-31 08:22 am (UTC)This has all sorts of delicious and terrifying possibilities.
And you brought back Howard's missing pencil, too!
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Date: 2013-10-31 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-31 09:11 am (UTC)Loved this! I loved all the adorable little Howard/Vince moments and Henry so far is such a perfect villain. Perfect Halloween fare!
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Date: 2013-10-31 11:52 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the kind words! :)
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