Tony sighs, “Well, this is a problem.” Tony is taking the Dodge action.

Curillo walks up to Tony, clanking softly as he does. He glances at the other members of your party, and despite his hidden expression there's clearly a unspoken threat of 'don't you dare interfere'. 

(I'll allow the attempt at dodging, but it will just cancel out Curillo's advantage on his next attack(s). Fair?)

The ghost raises his begloved hands in the air and looks at the crowd. A second hook, this one as wide and sharp as a butcher's blade, rises into the air. The crowd cheers once again, and Curillo looks back down at the hogtied goblin. "ANY LAST REQUESTS?...." he croaks. 

"We've got to do something. This is ridiculous! Surely we're going to do something, right?" Fiorello asks, panic creeping into his voice.

For Fiorello:

Tony raises an eyebrow, “Get better one liners?”

With that, Tony headbutts the floor of the ring and bounces ever so slightly of course as the hook gives him an incredibly close shave!

”Well, that’s just unlikely, isn’t it? Now, here’s a one liner for you, ‘You took your best shot, now here’s mine!”

Tony shoots him with a bullet with his thumb!

Attack: 11 Damage: 7 piercing damage

He shoots again!

Attack: 25 Damage: 5

The first pellet goes wide and smacks a posh gentleman ghost in the crowd square between the eyes. He disappears in a puff of ectoplasm!

The second pellet hits Curillo in the gut. It clinks softly and he grunts. "HOW ABOUT TWO LINERS THEN, YOU FLAPDOODLE?"

The restraining hook and chain unwind without warning and both blades come swinging down at your head! You're free! And about to die!

Hook 1: 26 Damage: 14 slashing

Hook 2: 11 Damage: 17 slashing

Extra crit damage: 18 slashing!

Total: 32 damage!

Tony is slashed once deeply by the blade, but manages to catch it between his elbow and knee the second time around. He just stares at the ghost, “Flap... doodle... Really?” Tony’s eyes focus into the ghost as the same breakdown as it did with his father.

Ghost. Goofy design. Stupid hook. Use that. Pull the chain with foot, bring him to you, connect haymaker with face, there’s the Steam City Boxing Champion. Connect the blow, press it.

Attack: 28. Well. That’s 26 Magic Bludgeoning damage. Tony slams the ghost with a powerful down blow, knocking with enough force to make him bounce back up toward Tony.

Make him kiss the floor. Bounce him. Here comes the pitch. And... Homerun.

Attack: 21 for 13 Magic Bludgeoning. Tony slams an uppercut into where the jaw would be on the ghost, sending him spiraling upward.

As Tony’s punch connects, the lounge-glove explodes with a beam of ghost-busting energy that sends Old Sheety into the ceiling. Tony stretches, “Neeext.”

All of the ghosts disappear in a gooey splorch of ectoplasmic glop. Suddenly, you all (except for Jean! For god's sake, somebody roll perception) find yourselves in front of Horse Face and the red velvet private room once again. Tony, you're back in Jason's body. He's sporting a black eye and you've lost 7 brownie points!

Horse Face rubs the temple of his rubber mask with one hand. "Listen, I can already tell you people are going to be a tremendous ass ache if I keep you here. Technically, you aren't citizens of Hell, and as you haven't eaten or drunk anything, I can't hold you in this waiting room indefinitely..." He taps his ballpoint pen against his fliptop notebook and clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 

"Buh-buh-buh-buh-buhhhhhhhhh. Okay, here's the deal: One of you needs to give up your name. Your REAL name- not one of the names of these bodies you're wearing." He gives Perspicacious a pointed look. "Ted's is all but useless to me, by the way. He already bargained his way out of Hell once before. ANYway, give me a name (commit your soul to eternal damnation) and I'll let you all back to 1989 where you can meet the boss-man. Deal?" 

Tony raises a hand, “Question. Has that offer ever worked before?”

Also, Perception: 22

(For your perception roll: Hey, Jean isn't here!)

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Tony raises a hand, “Question. Has that offer ever worked before?”

  
Horse Face fidgets with his pen. "Yeeessss?"

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(For your perception roll: Hey, Jean isn't here!)

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Tony raises a hand, “Question. Has that offer ever worked before?”

  
Horse Face fidgets with his pen. "Yeeessss?"

 Tony puts his face in his palm and sighs, before looking back up, “You know, you’ve won me over with your honesty. My name... is I.P. Freely.” Tony holds a giggle with all his might.

"Dude, have you see my best bud, the Grim Reaper? I'm sure he can help us sort things out, without the most bogus need for eternal damnation." says Ted. Perspicacious is impressed he has apparently already made an impression on this Horse Face. 

Horse Face thwaps Tony over the head with his black notebook. It's more embarrassing than it is painful.

Then Ted pipes up.

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"Dude, have you see my best bud, the Grim Reaper? I'm sure he can help us sort things out, without the most bogus need for eternal damnation." says Ted. Perspicacious is impressed he has apparently already made an impression on this Horse Face. 

 
Horse Face snaps to attention at that. "You are still in contact with the Guardian of the Western Gate? Interesting... but no, he's been busy of late playing cello for a 4 piece set in Philadelphia, as I understand it."

Ruhi chimes in, her accent crisp and precise. "Excuse me, Mr. Mezu? I have a thought. We were taken against our will into some ethereal imitation of New York and Mr. Logan here saved us with his music. I can only assume (based upon your preferred base of operations) that you are a musical 'fan'." She gives Ted a significant look. "If we were to perform for you- put on a 'rocking show', would that be sufficient to allow us back to our original time?"

Horse Face considers this. "Hmmmm. That's interesting. I am fond of the occasional tune..."

 (You're so close! DC 15 roll on a dedicated persuasion-style talent!)

"Oh, totally dude! We could do like a private concert. It would be most excellent!"

Bargain: 21 + Ghost: 4

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"We've got to do something. This is ridiculous! Surely we're going to do something, right?" Fiorello asks, panic creeping into his voice. ...

Amaruve pats Fiorello's incorporeal shoulder. He's seen Tony fight. He can handle himself. A smirk crosses his face as the sheet turns from them.

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... You're free! And about to die!

Hook 1: 26 Damage: 14 slashing

Amaruve cringes as Tony is sent realing, but still he does not interfere and a moment later it's clear he didn't need to.

...

Amaruve shakes Bateman's head as the request for names is made, he also gets the feeling this name may already be spoken for down here. 

 "Did April drink?" He asks. As he gets ready to perform his dance. Fortunately the party has experience playing at traveling performers. He feel like his normal moves may seem less absurd in this body... (Cool: 12(5))

(Okay! That was easy. I was going to ask for a followup roll to really sell it, but there you go.)

Horse Face eyes you all dubiously, but nods and snaps a finger. The walls around you dissolve in a sliding puff of ectoplasm. For a moment, just a moment, you see behind the veil of this spectral realm. A twisted, barren wasteland dotted with blackened trees and dried riverbeds surrounds you briefly. But then Horse Face snaps again, and you all find yourselves standing on a stage in a large crowded theater. The HUNDREDS of ghastly attendees are a rowdy bunch; they're ready for a show.

Ted (with some ethereal support from Ty Rockasaurus) opens up with a face melter. Patrick, in the meantime, backs them up with some truly sweet moves. (Perspicacious, what are you playing?)

Tony, you sit in a small chair in front of a number of large round canisters with stretched hide across their surfaces. (The words 'drum set' pop into your mind; roll moves, Tony!). 

(Ruhi is... nowhere to be seen. That's weird. Hey, wait- Miles is gone, too? Wasn't he with Jean?)

Oh Boy: 5 and 2. Oh hey neat, that summoned the Horse Man last time

"Little dude's got fight, but man he's missing the beat!" Wrecks says to Ted as he gives a little poltergeist action to a few spoons nearby to beat out a sweet riff on the canisters, helping Tony catch the rhythm.