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ooc;

classes have started, in case you fine folks were wondering. i have a couple of asks lined up for art, so when i get the chance i’ll work on them. the school workload piled up surprisingly fast, so apologies for the wait. thank you for your patience!

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To each: When going on a two man job, which fellow buster do you most prefer to work with and which do you least prefer to work with?

WINSTON: “Me, I like working with Egon. He usually keeps a cool head under pressure, and he’s always focused on the task.”

RAY: “Hey, Peter, you didn’t say who your least favorite is.”

PETER: “Do I have to? My heart is shattered from you guys’s answer.”

WINSTON: “C’mon, Pete, don’t leave our fans hanging.”

PETER: “Eh, a little suspense can’t hurt ‘em.”

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Egon, if I have a big box of chocolate bars and twinkies would you give me a proton pack? Don't warn me, because I don't care about the caution...

PETER: “Y’know, Spengs, I gotta say, that’s more self-control than I expected from you.”

EGON: “The PKE meter is likely the most harmless piece of tech we have. As long as you don’t try to dismantle it. Please don’t do that.”

RAY: “The rhodium core stains human skin pretty good, so there’s a little incentive for you.”

PETER: “If you ever pick up any readings on that thing, you know where to find us. Usual fees apply, of course.”

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ooc;

Hi, I’m really good at timing!

By that i mean that I posted my end-hiatus announcement right before a very very busy several days, so I haven’t had much drawing time. Whoops! Rest assured, the wait will pay off soon!

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Surprise! After a long and frustrating time trying to find my way through college, I’m finally in a really good place in my life. There’s still a couple semesters to go, and activity will be lighter when those roll around, but I’m hoping to be much more active on this blog from here on out.

I have a new tablet, my art has improved greatly, and I just finished a marathon of Ghostbusters movies + another go round with the video game. Bring on the asks!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta wash this slime outta my hair.

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Reblog if you RP a character from the 1980s

Whether it’s a canon character (NOT affiliated with any large fandoms, like Doctor Who, etc.), genderbent version of a canon character, or an OC.

 Find your fandom here.

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scientificallystarving:

       Neither choice was exactly ideal. As much as Wilson detested the thought of heading underground, he could see their logic and reasoning behind it. They were on a time crunch seeing as there was no telling when it would strike Maxwell’s fancy to throw something at them that they would likely be woefully unprepared for. But whatever they were going to do, they needed to commit to a plan now.

      “I say we put it up to a vote,” Wilson stated as he reached for his journal, flipping through the pages eventually stopping on a small map of the island. It was mostly to relay the general topography of the land as any further details or notes were near illegible chicken scratch. He had a much more detailed map on papyrus around here somewhere, but this would suffice to get his point across.

      Pointing at the far north end of the island, he started, “The trek to the pedestal will be exhausting, around 4 to 6 hours at minimum both ways. However I have already cleared out most of the violent obstructions between here and the other end of the island where it sits, so it should be a safe journey.” He paused a moment glancing at them, scratching his face a little, “That isn’t taking into account if Maxwell feels like playing fair. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s surprised me with a sudden lureplant or a pack of hounds out of either spite or his own personal amusement. But it should be relatively safe.”

      His finger trailed back to where he had marked his camp, pointing out an spot ever so slightly to the south, “The entrance to the caves on the other hand is only a short 10 to 15 minute walk from here, and even then the path between there and ruins shouldn’t take us very long. However, I can’t stress enough how dangerous it is down there. With the exception of the seasonal giants, the monsters down there are by far the worst in my opinion as they take full advantage of their habitat. If I’m being entirely honest with you all, I wouldn’t doubt it if at least one of us will be white as a sheet when we return to the surface.” He shook his head a bit, knowing full well this was a terrible pitch, “At the very least, light shouldn’t be too much of a factor if we make careful haste.”

      Taking a step back, he spoke with a shrug, “Ultimately, the main decision before us is choosing between time and safety. Chances are we may be forced to explore both options; my record for success in escaping is relatively low as you all know.” Giving them all a few moments to mull it over, he finished off his statement, “So… what’s it going to be gentleman?”

"Hmm. Rushing to near-certain death, or taking our sweet time in 'relative safety'. Tough call," Venkman quipped. "Why are we in such a rush to get ourselves killed here? Egon, don't answer that."

"Relative safety means nothing if it creates an opportunity for Maxwell to bring us harm," Egon replied. "The danger may well be on par with the caves if he decides he wants to make his move now."

"I thought I told you not to answer that."

"I have to agree with Spengler here," said Ray, ignoring Venkman entirely. "A lot can happen in those 4 to 6 hours. And if we find we can't even use the pedestal when we get there, it makes the whole risk ultimately pointless."

Winston glanced around the group, looking troubled. "So, that's two for, one against, and I'm assuming Wilson's gonna vote against the caves, too. Guess I'm the tie-breaker." He sighed and shook his head. "I really don't like either option here. I guess if I gotta choose, I'd go with the safer route." He gestured to the nearby proton packs. "On even footing, I think we could handle whatever comes our way no problem. But if the guy who's got more experience with this stuff says the caves are a bad idea, I think I'm gonna agree that the caves are probably a bad idea."

Egon and Ray exchanged glances, and the former sighed. "If the majority would rather go to the pedestal, I suppose I'll defer to that. But, I stand by my argument that the ratio of risk to reward is more promising with the underground."

"To clarify," Ray added, "we don't think the underground is the way out. But, the information down there can help point us to the way out."

Egon nodded. "Once we'd explored what we wish of the underground, we could make the long journey to the pedestal. Armed with the new knowledge, I'm sure we'd be able to fill in the remaining blanks in our calculations."

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��                       There’s something very important                                         I forgot to tell you–

                                –Don’t cross the streams

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scientificallystarving:

       Wilson resisted the urge to scoff, “Well you gentlemen have only encountered a fraction of the beasts of this domain. To say Maxwell has plenty up his sleeve is a gross understatement, Dr. Venkman.” The gentlemen sure talked of grand experience in the strange and unnatural, and have proven it several times in the 24 hours, but he still had a hard time believing they were fully aware just what the demons of this place were truly capable of.

      Leaning against the table, Wilson chimed in with Ray as he read over their work, “He’s talking about the pedestal I mentioned during breakfast.” There were some theorems that were obviously more advanced than he had seen in his studies, but nothing he wasn’t able to make heads and tails from after studying it over for a while. He gave a half heartened nod, seeing the flaws in just gunning for the grounded device, “True. Its quite the ways off; half a day’s hike at the least. However, I still strongly feel it is well worth exploring. There’s not much I know about it even with the knowledge Maxwell gave me. The only vague insight I have about it is that the pedestal is some manner of nexus.” In his mind, there was really no other better or arguably safer place to start. What he heard next only further solidified that thought within his mind.

      The overwhelming amount of reluctance in Wilson’s pale expression was staggering, abundantly showcasing his doubts toward Egon’s suggestion. “Now… when I stated that you’ve only seen a fraction of the monstrosities here, that was not a suggestion to change this fact.” He shook his head as he gave Egon a grim look, “I understand our options are rather limited, and yes it will take a fraction of the time to get to the ruins. However, I can’t stress how overwhelmingly dangerous the underground is. Like I told you this morning, the majority of my fatal mistakes were made during my attempts at spelunking. True there may be something of value down there, but I can’t perceive what use it would grant us in escaping.”

All four of the Ghostbusters exchanged looks as Wilson spoke. It sounded like there really wasn’t a good choice here.

“I, uh, I vote we not do the thing that results in near-certain death,” Venkman suggested lightly.

Winston nodded. “Seconded.”

Both looked expectantly at Ray, who was decidedly more hesitant. “Well, I mean… The issue is the time. Traveling to and from the pedestal would take a full day or more, leaving us wide open the whole time, and without guarantee of anything to show for it,” he explained. “Spengler showed me the entry you wrote on some of the stranger elements of the underground, Wilson. Believe it or not, the deeper levels could hold the missing link in our research.”

“That being said,” Egon added, “it is a large risk to weigh. I only suggest it because I’d rather not give Maxwell extra time to counter-plan, and should all go well an underground expedition should take far less time.”

“Jeez. Talk about stuck between a rock and a hard place,” muttered Venkman. “Either way, we’re taking a pretty big risk.”

“We do have our equipment,” Winston noted. “It’s no guarantee, but it could give us an edge on whatever finds us down there. I still ain’t too hot on the cave idea, though.”

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scientificallystarving:

       As he listened to the analysis that the two was able to produce in such a short time, Wilson’s attention was quickly focused on the dark substance on the table. It was still obviously nightmare fuel, but it just seemed off from what he was used to. It wasn’t moving nearly as much, more of a weak twitch every now and then rather than the endless rhythmic ripples. It seemed like it was completely sapped of energy. It didn’t even give his mark so much of an itch despite being so close. Curiosity gripped him as he drew closer, but stopped short of poking at the substance with Egon’s stern warning, making him pull back his arm quickly with a slight tinge of embarrassment.

       Clearing this throat, he gave a nod of approval, “Any progress is always better than none. I do find it interesting that your substance has had such a profound effect on several things here. Then again, if what you said about it being ‘concentrated positive emotions’ is true, then I honestly shouldn’t be surprised that there is such a harsh friction being sparked.”

       Speaking of friction, a few words from their 'host’ rang in his mind as his concerns were becoming visually apparent. “However, considering it has such an adverse effect on both the nightmare fuel as well as my palm, I can’t help but worry. If there’s one thing Max and his pets love more than anything, its being in control. He said some troubling things back in the forest, all but confirming my prior worries that they have taken offense to our actions. Specifically yours, Dr. Spengler.” There may be a lot about the man he detested, and he was still rather bitter about last night’s incident, however Wilson had been on the receiving end of “Their undivided rage” as Maxwell put it. If there was a storm coming, the least he could do was offer proper warning.

“The mood slime really is one of our most useful tools,” said Ray. “We ought to thank Vigo for introducing us to a substance with so many applications!”

“Yeah, I think not burning that painting is thanks enough,” said Winston flatly.

Wilson’s next statement drew an uneasy silence from the Ghostbusters. Egon’s expression darkened, looking uncharacteristically concerned. “I was afraid of something like this. We’re going to have to tread very carefully from here on out.”

Venkman sighed. “Really, I dunno how far being careful is gonna get us here. This Maxwell guy’s pretty self-assured, even after we busted up a bunch of his stuff.” He shrugged. “I mean, some of it is pretty obviously a facade, but I got the sense that he’s still got plenty up his sleeve.”

Winston nodded. “Yeah. Dude didn’t even bat an eye at the mention of Egon blasting those monsters.”

Ray was peering down at the sheet of papyrus on the table. “We should pick up the pace, get out of here before he can do anything to stop us.” He looked up at the others, frowning. “We made a lot of progress here, but there are still some blanks. I dunno if we should waste time just checking out that wooden device if we can’t do anything with it right away.”

Peter frowned. "Wait, that whatnow?"

"Uh, there's a... thing... some ways away Wilson told Egon about. We think it'd make a good base for an exit portal. Would take a while to get there though, which is the problem."

Egon looked thoughtful. “Hmm.”

Venkman raised an eyebrow. “I know that look. That’s the ‘I have an idea and you’re not gonna like it’ look.”

That drew a wry smile from Egon. He shook his head. “Well, I know Wilson won’t like it, since we discussed it earlier.” He reached for the journal, which lay open to the page on nightmare fuel on the table, and flipped through the pages. He stopped at a particular entry. “Here. Based on what Mr. Higgsbury has observed during his excursions underground, there may be something useful for us there.”

“And let me guess,” Winston spoke up, “there’s lots and lots more things that can kill us down there.”

Egon nodded grimly. “I was inclined to respect Mr. Higgsbury’s wishes to avoid the underground, but it may be our best option at the moment.”

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scientificallystarving:

       Wilson chuckled weakly at the bold statement, “I wouldn’t exactly call being put into harms way in the first place lucky. But I do find it reassuring that you’re all still in one piece despite that. Thank you.” Making their way into the camp, Wilson’s smile turned more genuine as he spotted his furry companion sprawled on Ray’s lap, seemingly on the verge of passing out from the pets and scratches he was receiving. That pup was never picky where he got attention from, just so long as he got it.

      Dropping his full pack of foraged loot at the tent’s entrance, he took a glanced over the work being done before properly greeting them, “Afternoon gentlemen. I’m pleased to see you on your feet Dr. Stantz. Not many people can bounce back from post-resurrection so quickly on the first go around.”

      Turning back to the table, Wilson took note of the several items Dr. Spengler had taken out of his collection of supplies to research. Nightmare fuel, a couple of purple gems, living logs, really anything that could be deemed unnatural. He even had his shadow manipulator moved closer to the work area, likely hoping to find how all of this ticked. Even with his forbidden knowledge, Wilson was still in the dark on the hows and whys. He just knew how to make each piece function. However, maybe with their uncanny knowledge of the phenomenal, these gentlemen may stand a better shot at such a task. “Have you gentlemen made any progress on your research? I don’t mean to sound hasty, but time is very much a factor.”

Egon finally looked up as the rest of the group arrived, adjusting his glasses and setting aside a pen and some heavily-scribbled papyrus. “Glad you asked. We’ve made some very interesting findings, particularly in regards to the formulae you learned from the Forbidden Knowledge.” He reached back and retrieved the papyrus, showing a long series of complicated calculations.

Ray scooted a little closer, careful not to disturb the happy lump in his lap. “Yep! We really had to put our heads together on this, but I think we’re close to figuring out what the missing link is! There’s a lot more magic-based stuff going on than we’d anticipated, but nothing that can’t be accounted for with enough power.”

Peter barely glanced at the page before leaning back and placing a hand over his eyes. “Oh God. I’m going cross-eyed just looking at that mess.”

“Shoulda studied more,” Ray chided.

“You said that time is a factor,” Egon interjected. He peered quizzically at the group, and it was hard to miss the collective tension on a closer inspection. “...What happened out there?”

“Maxwell happened,” Winston spat bitterly. “Real piece of work.”

“You mean the demon in charge of this place?” Ray exclaimed. “Eesh, that’s not good.”

“It was... fine,” said Venkman with a shrug. “I mean, not pleasant, obviously, but we mostly just kinda talked circles around each other until he got bored and wandered off.”

“That’s... oversimplifying a little.”

“Well, I mean...” Ray paused and shrugged. “It’s probably not far off, considering how these demons tend to work? I bet he didn’t expect to meet such resistance and decided to quit while he was ahead.”

“Mm,” Egon murmured, deep in thought. “We were also testing the mood slime some more, though the results aren’t overly useful with such a small quantity. It’ll self-regenerate, but it should be a last resort.”

“Turns out that stuff does a number on pretty much everything here!” Ray explained eagerly. He pointed at a blackish puddle on the table. “That used to be Nightmare Fuel! Uh, not sure what it is now.”

“I wouldn’t touch it,” Egon advised.

Winston and Peter both stared apprehensively at the substance. “Lovely,” said Peter flatly.

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worldoftheskeptic:

“Sounds like the plot of a bad b-movie.” Pete scanned the information, then slapped the folder onto the dash. He cranked back his seat, tucked his arms under his head, and closed his eyes. “Wake me when we land.”

A half an hour later, Peter startled awake as the ferry hit shore. “Okay, time to go. C'mon, Winston, you’re burning daylight.”

“Bad b-movie plots are most of what we deal with,” Winston chuckled.

By the time Peter woke up, Winston had already returned to the car and started the engine. He offered a flat stare as his only reply to Venkman’s joking. Soon enough, the crew moved the barriers aside and waved enthusiastically as the Ecto-1 rolled onward.

Fortunately, traffic on Staten Island was a lot kinder than downtown Manhattan, and it wasn’t long before the shadow of the Bayonne Bridge was looming overhead. “Alright, we should be close by now. Can you check the address again and make sure I don’t pass it?”

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Well, my muse is back.

My friend @ggambolshroud linked me to this rad generator, and within the first three tries i got one that immediately sparked a Ghostbusters story idea. It... got a little longer than expected.

Enjoy!

‘Half the names on the list had already been crossed off.’

"Well, that's not grim at all," Venkman joked halfheartedly. Even he had trouble denying the unnerving contents of the slim book before them.

As always, Ray was all about the morbid fascination. "Wow... A serial killer who was so determined he kept at it after death," he mused, staring at the most recent victims' names. The lines crossing the last three out were green, slimy, and faintly glowing. "That's some drive!"

"Let's bust this guy first, praise him later?" Winston interjected sharply. "Y'know, before we join those poor fools."

"I'm inclined to agree with Winston," Egon chimed in, eyes darting between his PKE meter and the gloom of the dilapidated basement around them. "While this is an exceedingly fascinating case, the danger is extreme. We need to be very, very careful."

"Hellooooo? Mister crazy killer guy? We'd like a few words with you!" Venkman sang into the darkness.

"For God's sake Peter--"

Winston was cut off as a deep chill suddenly blew through the room. Not the chill of a winter breeze, but the supernatural chill of the unsettled undead.

"Ohhh, now you've done it, Pete," Ray muttered. "So much for the element of surprise."

"What?" Venkman smirked, though the death-grip he had on his particle thrower belied his nerves. "I hate the waiting game."

The chill became sharper, and Egon's rapt attention toward his PKE meter abruptly shifted upward. An array of ghostly knives were suspended point-down above them, and looked like they weren't going to stay that way long.

"Move!" Egon bellowed, diving aside. The others didn't hesitate to do the same, narrowly avoiding the deadly rain of blades.

"That's one powerful class 4!" Ray panted.

"Disturbingly so," Egon agreed.

"Hey, over there! Look!" Winston drew their attention to a nearby doorway, where a spectral glow was beginning to materialize into something only slightly more solid. A full-torso apparition, with a menacing red glow in its eyes and a knife in its hand, accompanied by a haunting chorus of screams and wails as it approached the team.

"Whho..."

"That's what I was about to ask you," Peter quipped.

"WHO DARES?" The voice suddenly became a roar, many voices echoing through the words at once. Venkman stumbled back with a yelp, firing a poorly-aimed beam at the ghost.

The proton stream hit the already crumbling door frame, splintering it and causing a small collapse in the ghost's path. An angry snarl sounded from behind the settling dust, and a knife narrowly missed the offending Ghostbuster's head.

"I think we should take this as our cue to move," Egon suggested lightly.

"Way ahead of ya," said Winston, already scrambling through the room's only other exit.

Ray hesitated. "Hold on, I want to--"

"No time, Ray! You see how mad that guy is!"

"No, wait! I think he's-- gah!"

The ghost's knife disintegrated on impact, but still left a nasty cut across Ray's forearm, where he'd been reaching for the book on the table.

"Ah, shit. Hold on--" Venkman darted back into the room to help his friend, while Egon and Winston peered around the door frame and fired into the dust to draw the ghost's attention.

Clutching his bleeding arm, Ray still seemed fixated on the killer's journal. He had taken his PKE meter out and was examining it intently, even as he grit his teeth against the pain.

"Ray, what the hell are you thinking?"

"This book, Pete! It's the ghost's anchor! Look at the readings coming off this thing!"

Reluctantly, Venkman peered over Ray's shoulder. "...Huh. Why does it look like there's a lot more ghosts in that book than there are in this room?"

"The victims," Ray said grimly. "The killer brought them all back here, didn't he? Their ghosts must've been drawn to the incredible negative energy in this book, and..."

"Ick, talk about your nasty case."

A howling behind them drew their attention from their hushed conversation. The dust had cleared, and the ghost was wrestling with the pair of capture streams that now looped around it. Unfortunately, it looked to be a losing battle for the Ghostbusters.

"Something's happening with the book!" Ray hissed.

"Tell ya what, buddy, you take the book and run while we trap this guy," Peter said, adding his proton stream to the effort. "You're bleeding, remember?"

"Oh, right." Ray glanced at his bloody sleeve, biting his lip nervously. He'd been distracted enough that the pain could be ignored, but renewed attention caused the throbbing to resume. He shook his head, trying to clear it. "I'm not sure trapping that thing's gonna work until we deal with this, but okay."

Careful to avoid getting blood on it -- for more reasons than one, since blood could do really unfortunate things in the supernatural realm -- Ray scooped up the now-glowing book and slipped it into one of the outer pockets of his jumpsuit. The ghost's focus instantly zeroed in on him again, but the proton streams quickly drew its infuriated attention away.

Ray scurried to relative safety behind his colleagues in the next room, tucking himself behind the nearby stairwell and laying the book out in front of him. He kind of wanted to call Egon over to look at it too, but the fight with the ghost was proving difficult enough without reducing the number of streams back to two.

"Hmm. I wonder..." Ray retrieved a small vial of positively charged mood slime from a pocket and positioned the sprayer a few inches from the page with the list. Keeping one eye on the ghost in the other room, he quickly sprayed slime across the page.

The reaction was immediate. The howls and roars of the ghost turned into a high-pitched shriek, and it immediately broke free from the capture streams and shot up through the ceiling.

That wasn't what Ray was currently focused on, however. The moment the slime touched the paper, the book had practically exploded with spectral energy (and slime). Clutching his wounded arm protectively and doing his best to keep the ectoplasm away from the cut, Ray watched as the murdered ghosts poured from the book and swirled up the stairs. "Guys?" he called, scooting back toward the wall. "Guys!"

"We're coming, we're coming, we only spent the last five minutes struggling with that thing only for it to-- woah."

Ray spared a moment to be impressed that even Venkman was rendered speechless.

The ghosts finished their procession, and the room felt impossibly silent after the chaos of the last several minutes.

"...Fascinating."

"That really all you have to say?"

"For now, yes. We should probably follow them."

Ray nodded agreement, while Winston and Peter exchanged nervous glances.

"I dunno about you, but wherever those guys were going, is where I would like to not be," said Venkman.

"Pete, we're the Ghostbusters. It's sort of our job," Ray chided.

"You're still bleeding, by the way."

"It's not so bad, I'll be fine. We should hurry and catch up to those class 3's!"

Egon immediately started up the stairs, with Venkman reluctantly following. Ray got up to follow, but found a firm hand holding him back. Winston shook his head at his friend. "Nuh-uh. You go back to Ecto-1 and take care of yourself, first."

"I'm fine!"

"No, you're not."

Ray pouted for a moment, but it was clear that Winston wasn't backing down on this. He sighed and headed up the stairs with a different destination from the others. At least the Ecto was parked pretty close by.

In the meantime, Egon and Peter had caught up to the glowing mob and found a sight that was equal parts interesting and disturbing. The victims' ghosts -- a little over a dozen strong -- had caught up to the larger ghost of their killer, and nobody was happy about this.

"They're... absorbing ectoplasm from the killer," Egon said quietly, his face showing something between disgust and fascination.

"Ew."

"I think he was drawing power from that journal, his ghost getting stronger with each victim trapped inside."

"Guess they're taking back what's theirs, then, huh?"

"So it would seem. I think it would be unwise to intervene for now."

It was evidently a long process, and a painful one for all involved if the screams were anything to go by. (Then again, these ghosts seemed to really like screaming in general, so who was to say?)

Winston soon caught up to them, followed a few minutes later by Ray, his arm now hastily bandaged. At the sight of the ghosts, he let out a low whistle. "Looks like I was right about the book's connection. He was feeding off of them!"

Venkman glanced back as his friend spoke. "Hey, you doin' alright there?"

"Yeah. Like I said, I'm fine -- it looked a lot worse than it was. How long have they been at this?"

"A few minutes now-- hey! Something's happening!"

Ray slid his ecto-goggles on as the ghosts started to disperse. He could still see tendrils of energy connecting the killer to his victims, but it was clear that he was just about tapped.

"Should we trap them all?" whispered Winston.

"No, it looks like they're dispersing peacefully. I think once we trap the killer, they'll be able to rest," Ray replied.

Venkman effectively broke the spell by swaggering toward the much weaker ghost left in the center, his particle thrower leveled. "Look buddy, I get that you're a big Jason Voorhees fan, but Friday the 13th already has way too many sequels. Just let it die." He feigned an expression of innocence. "Oops, bad choice of words?"

The ghost lunged at him, but four proton streams stopped it in its tracks. "Got it!" Venkman called, grabbing a ghost trap off his belt and tossing it. A moment later, the trap's blinding light enveloped the ghost, drawing it in.

The trap's doors closed, and the air was filled with a sigh that was felt more than heard. The victims' ghosts, which had all been hovering nearby, were simultaneously overcome by an incredible calm, all looking up and spreading their arms as if to welcome the clear, bright moon above. Then, one by one, the ghosts dissipated, free to move on now that their final connection to the mortal plane was gone.

The Ghostbusters stared for a minute, before once again Venkman broke the silence. "Well, that was dramatic. Who's for pizza?"

On the way back to the Ecto, Ray fell into stride with Peter. "Friday the 13th? Really?"

"What? Dude with a knife doing the stabby thing to a bunch of people?"

"Fine, I'll give you that," Ray chuckled. "Hey. Thanks for looking out for me in there."

Peter rolled his eyes. "It was my turn to make sure you didn't get yourself killed. Don't start getting the idea that I like you or something." He couldn't hold back a little grin at the last bit.

Ray playfully punched him in the arm, then hurriedly joined the others in stowing the proton packs. Nobody wanted to delay pizza.

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Good News and Bad News

Good news: Classes are over, and I only have one final left! Rejoice!

Bad news: I’m participating in a two week long summer internship workshop thingamathing and I’m not sure how that’s gonna affect my energy levels yet.

However, I’m pretty confident I can get back in the swing of things on this blog soon. Thanks for your patience everyone, and apologies to @scientificallystarving and @worldoftheskeptic for leaving our RP threads hanging for so long!

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Can you reblog/like this if you don't mind late responses

What I mean by this is if I become really busy and can’t respond to all of my rps, I want to know that it’s okay that I respond when I have the time. Some people easily lose interest in threads and will drop them if they become too old, which is why I’d like to know who is okay with me responding whenever.

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ooc;

in case folks were wondering, it’s end of semester crunch time and i am dying inside a little.

we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled ghostbusting shenanigans in about two weeks, when finals are over

thank you all again for your patience and stuff!

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“Since when do I read, Winston?“ Pete hung his head out the passenger side window, watching the water as they floated across, his hand trailing in the wind.

"Uhh, somebody committed suicide, right?” A lot of haunted houses had suicide in their past. It really didn’t prove he’d read anything. “And something about the mob?”

Peter tapped his fingers against the paint on the edge of the door. He was bored already. “Hey Winston?”

Venkman looked over at his coworker, his face completely blank.

“Are we there yet?”

Winston snorted and rolled his eyes at Venkman’s reply. Typical. Instead of responding right away, he reached over to the glove compartment and retrieved a manila folder containing the basics of the case. He slapped it pointedly onto Peter’s lap.

“Well, how about you start now? I’m gonna get some fresh air.” He pushed open the door and stepped onto the deck, stretching in the brisk wind. They were at the front of the boat -- perks of being important -- so the view was actually decent as he leaned against the roof of the car. He shook his head at Venkman’s guesses. “Swing and a miss, Pete. No suicide on this one-- not directly, anyway. I guess you’re sort of right about the mob though. There was a smuggling ring, someone ratted them out, ghost of one of the criminals killed the rat. Reports indicate a class 4, according to Ray.” He shrugged and straightened up, pointing through the open window at the folder. “You got a half hour to catch up on the rest.”

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