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well. he may have (if you caught him on a good day) chosen other phrasing, but she ain't wrong by any stretch. that's how they are—venkman is, stantz is, spengler is, and he's...?

grounded. winston'll take it. "let me get on, before i start makin' it harder instead." he jokes. as much as he enjoys being firmly on the proverbial soil with a level head, there are three other less-than-level ones that may need him. he gives the obligatory heaved sigh and a check of the watch a man of his age requires before getting up from a table. "gotta make sure nobody's blown themselves up."

one last tilt of the coffee mug—here's to sanity—before she's left to it.

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Her earrings softly jingle when she shakes her head. He’s clearly not picking up what she’s putting down,. “I mean, don’t get me wrong– workshopping things with you always helps, but I mean…” Dolores’ eyes glance up to the patched over hole in the ceiling as she weighs her response carefully. The last thing she wants to do is embarrass Winston any further, but he needs to know.  “The guys are disasters.” She’s never been one to mince words. “Dr. Stantz is a pushover that’s terrible with money, Dr. Spengler would drill a hole through his head for science if left unsupervised for long enough, and Dr. Venkman is–” Another long suffering sigh, “Well, you know how he is. But you?”  Leaning forward slightly, her polished fingers lace together and with the utmost sincerity, she says; “Mr. Zeddemore, I worry less about y’all as a whole when you’re around because you keep these airheads grounded. And that makes my job a lot easier, so… Thank you.”  But before he has the chance to brush her off, Dolores returns her attention to the stack of papers in front of her, “Anyway, I really should get back to untangling this mess.”

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"...for sure." and it's genuine, really, believe her! even if fallon doesn't share the experience of being extraterrestrial and all, she's spent all of her short adult life feeling so totally out of her depth, it may as well be.

she shouldn't say that out loud. feels like a very good way to put her foot in her mouth. instead: "you kinda, like...feel like you know what's up? then, like, an entirely new set of stuff comes up and you find out you don't."

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[x]

being back in the planetarium is a good place for zora to be. it's comforting. and it's even more pleasant being actually invited by fallon to accompany her there. they hadn't expected that - made for a nice occasion overall.

they let themself be a little more vulnerable this time around. guess it helps that they had plenty of room here.

"i mean.. it's weird. i grew up on earth - but i grew up in a very, very weird town so my concept of everything is kind of.. different because of that. so when i moved out and started seeing the rest of what it is to be around here, it's been a lot. i learn a lot, i still do. but the more i learn, the more i feel sensitive to the differences i often can't even talk to people about. it just comes with the territory of me being who i am but.. it does leave me with some hard feeling sometimes."

it seemed like they didn't mind fallon asking, if only for the chance to say it - really say it. they might not expect her to really be able to understand or even remotely get it. but being heard if only for a moment has to be worth it.

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@dxsole - 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃

"definitely not. maybe last week?" it's impossible not to be lighthearted with tyson around. fallon's surely sworn up and down to donny when he's mentioned him in the gym before that she is NOT a dog person. and, perhaps, she isn't. maybe she's just a donny-and-the-living-creatures-who-adore-him tyson person.

"i am late, aren't i?" the baby (puppy?) talk is contagious, and she squats to tyson's levels—do those floppy ears need a scratch? "i'm always so busy watching your dad get punched, i've never seen him with you!"

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not everyone that loves horror is fucked in the head and you shouldnt assume they are!! i of course am but not everyone is

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⭐!

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 " ⭐ " 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢.

james and egon

alexandra and peter v.

harrison and erik

esther and ellie

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DAMMIT. peck's presence and title alone place fallon in dire, dire straits. the direct ask, nay, command is horrifying. she is subservient to authority, genuine or assumed, on her best day. and on a day where she's been caught on her ass eating pretzels? it's like war in her head. but, forget that. she needs to be convincing! confident! she knows exactly how to handle this!

"um—" fantastic start. "i don't think i can let you do that. like, dig in the office." it's also not advisable for human health and safety. not even the kinda-dickish physical representation of their supervising arm deserves to smell the things she has pulled out from under paperwork in that office.

she's got a wonderful alternative proposal, though. "i—we—can check the reception desk and see if there's anything, um, set aside for you?"

It seems it does not. A glower overrides Peck's already displeased expression, and briefly he finds himself bearing a pallid flash of his gums when his lips curl into a grimace. It's an unflattering expression on him. If it had been almost any other company in New York, the man could assume that the lack of any senior members of staff present upon his arrival was merely a mistake. But this was the Ghostbusters, so he assumes it's absolutely intentional.

Naturally, Peck finds himself on the cusp of erupting from the mounting frustration of this exercise in futility. He opens his mouth to bark something unpleasant, but suddenly falters, overcome by a thought.

Maybe, he thinks, this is an opportunity. Without any of the usual assortment present to equivocate, perhaps their underling could be convinced to find him the files he needed, and more. Since the Ghostbusters' fervently guarded so many from him, thriving on making his life that much harder. He didn't know this particular assistant, but she's not the usual ilk and that's a good start.

❛ Well, ❜ He readjusts himself, inclines his head, ❛ I'm a very busy man. If you let me file through Mr. Venkman's office, I can personally gather the forms I need. ❜

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"jilted?", as if she's said something about whips and ball gags. he flips his sunglasses down—don't tease him, now!

the terminal cycle of commitment-and-change ian has spent his entire adult life ensnared in is like a riptide in ocean water. he, and whoever else he has frolicked out into the waves with, is forever ensnared in it, dragged and torn by it. now, his cycle hasn't killed anybody. yet. that's an, uh, proven successful outcome, belinda.

his tone won't portray it, neither will the way he sits back and relaxes to take in her in. but he's a rubber band, ready to snap. he'll break, he'll die without her, he is certain. "what might happen is what might happen. but how would you know?'

places like this are a welcome haven for blin; although the glitz and glam of fame had its perks, sometimes it was a bit much to try and enjoy dinner whilst every tom, dick and harry were gawking at you and whoever you were with. still, she must admit she found the tabloids’ speculations quite amusing. belinda andilet’s new beau… et cetera.

she swigs her own beer, “no, i think it’d be bliss, i - yes, i’m sure you make a wonderful husband, sweetie. i think it’d be beautiful and wonderful, but..” she doesn’t take his proposals seriously, of course, best not to. “well, i think i rather like you too much for that.”

the food has done its job at hitting the spot, she leans forward with her chin in hand to smile gently in the dim light, “far too much to let you break my heart down the line. plus my track record isn’t stunning - might break yours, might leave you jilted.” she sighs through her nose, admiring the neon sign that refused to quit, kept flickering on - her feelings for ian were perhaps a little more complex than she’d admit right now, but she knew certainly that this man would not be a sour note in her memories. not if she can help it.

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i still haven't processed it all. i don't know that i will. - fallon

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄.

"like...being here?" fallon's voice is disembodied in the semi-dark—they've returned to the planetarium, this time actually inviting zora, rather than stumbling across them on happenstance. it is, once again, them and them only. DOESN'T ANYONE CARE ABOUT CIVIC ENGAGEMENT?

is it, like, rude to ask somebody about this? "...on earth, i mean?" that feels rude. "i'm sorry, you don't have to answer that."

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intrigued by the possibility of some second-gens/children of the roster from either an existing or new ships we could talk out

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night owl.

dialogue prompts from night owl by andrew mayne.

i can tell there's something special about you.

i don't like it. things don't feel right.

you're not exactly seeing me at my best.

i'm a bastard, but only professionally.

you'd be amazed by what 'good' people are capable of.

i don't need anyone lecturing me on how to do my job.

'unfortunate' and 'suspicious' are the same thing, in my book.

burglars don't generally bring groceries.

sometimes the absence of ego is the best camouflage.

no need for bribes. any chance to screw over that prick.

if you're going after someone, make sure you know what they're afraid of.

i don't really respond to threats. i just kind of tune it out.

that look in your eyes. you're visualizing how you'd kill me right now.

you're so old school. i love it.

you can hide great evil in the shadow of avoidance.

whoa. you're more direct than i am.

i ran out of polite ways to tell people to go fuck themselves. pardon my language.

firm questions get firm responses.

i still haven't processed it all. i don't know that i will.

if i'd never existed, ____ would still be alive.

i had no idea you'd been watching me so closely.

i want to be several steps ahead. like you.

i think i should be learning from you.

you want the bad news, or the worse news?

routine breeds laziness.

dumb question, but how are you doing?

they're dead because of me.

it's a perpetual miracle that you're still alive.

you want pity? call a therapist.

you play too fair. you have to fight dirty.

you always have to be somebody's hero.

this isn't a game for heroes.

i imagine everyone has something they're hiding.

you've been chasing shadows for too long. you can't even see the light.

you did the right thing, even when it was difficult.

remind me to never cross you.

you do live up to your reputation.

i want you to tell me about ____, when you have a chance.

i don't think two steps ahead. i created the fucking game.

do you even know what a conscience is?

when will you stop being the puppet and control your own strings?

if there's anyone i'm convinced completely about, it's you.

if all you know are strings, you're helpless without puppets.

if you push your mind too much, it will fill in the gaps with false information.

i can smell your fear.

i had a bad feeling, that's all.

you can't live your life worrying that the people close to you will betray you at some point. you have to be vulnerable sometimes.

the only direction is forward.

if i wanted a shrink, i'd hire one.

i can't watch the news without seeing you come up.

i used to keep a lower profile.

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" 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭! "

𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 & 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦 . 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵 ( 𝘩𝘦 / 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵+ ). 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 . c

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you always get to drive. - Egon saying this to Ray with the knowledge that he himself is banned from driving Ecto-1

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒)

it's late, dark, and they're currently on the most sorry gravel-and-pothole country backroad possible. ray's nerves are a bit shot from the job, and he is already steeling himself for whatever gore he may find in ecto's suspension tomorrow morning. they've had this conversation...well, once. after an incident.

so, all he has to spare for his esteemed colleague is a dry bark of laughter and a shake of his head, fiddling with the radio as he says, "oh, no, no, don't start with me, spengler."

and he means it! ...somewhat!

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[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need. - Niles for Alan or Ellie? He’s a psychiatrist and god knows the two of them could use one!!

𝑨 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑺 -- 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

[ ELM ] sender niles lends receiver alan aid in a time of urgent need.

"i just..." he just what?

places like this—offices, doctor's offices, hard lines of linoleum and fluorescent lighting with touches of 'home'—make alan antsy on a good day. on a shitty one, in a long series of shitty ones, he's downright skittish, in his own way.

he sits in the chair as if he is a giant trying not to snap it. stiff, hands tucked tight in his lap, wringing his bandana absently. he'd forgotten to take it off.

"...something temporary. for sleep. is that an option?" to not wake up at two a.m. and still think he's in a tree, in torrential rain, listening to chittering and screaming.

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the gratitude has winston pulling a face—not that he doesn't appreciate the acknowledgment. some aspect of his place in this organization, this collective, is just being. providing the basic answer, or saying nothing at all and trying to control his eyebrows while the others think things through. listening. he doesn't necessarily regard this as remarkable, in a place where he's faced with the extrasensory and unexplained everyday. it ain't really a thing.

"i mean, you know i always got you," he starts, a touch sheepish. "it's a lot here. but, it's never too much to just talk somethin' out?"

A long suffering sigh escapes Dolores. It's not directed at Winston (it's never directed at Winston), but rather his confirmation of what she had already suspected would be the case. "Dr. Venkman doesn't need me inflating his ego-- his head's big enough as is," she says in jest, straightening out one of the many stacks of paper in front of her, "but I can try talking to him." They've developed something of an understanding over the course of this business arrangement. It mostly involves snarking back and forth until one of them inevitably gets frustrated enough to cave. Dolores looks up from the document to the only other voice of reason around these parts. "Have I mentioned recently how much I appreciate you? Because I do."

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⭐ !!

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 " ⭐ " 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢.

fallon & david

levi & radar

GBs & sam

murph & marty or harry

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‘sweetheart, you have got to stop proposing to me.. otherwise i’ll do something equally silly and accept.’ / to barneys lover from belinda

"would that be so horrible?" and really, would it be, bel?

he's made his third, and most bold, attempt—that is, not immediately post-coital or while drunk. ian preferred to keep to the holes in the cities walls before, and the preference has firmly solidified into a need in these last few months.

the place is low-lit, save the occasional flicker from the dying neon of the restaurant's sign illuminating the dining room in red and green. crumbs of samosas and fork-marked smears of vindaloo sauce cover the plates in front of them. his tongue still burns absently with spice as he raises his beer to his lips.

"i hear i'm a pretty decent husband." for no more than two or three years.

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these days, ray more often than not does not have it in him to chatter folks' ears off.

too many regrets, and memories, and ghosts of the kind he would not care to chase, even if his knee hadn't gone out on him. the days are the same: a couple float in, float out. one might recognize him, make some tired crack that he forces a smile for. most throw a couple of the $2 crystals on the counter and go. and he sits, and he reads, and he thinks, before going home to sit in the dark, and think, and—

oh! he's being spoken to, and shown a copy of psychic self-defense. "$15.00." ray states, flat, matter of fact. but, when he goes to pick his own book back up, he hesitates. that book. well...

"...it's shit." he continues, equally as flat. "you shouldn't buy it." a scrape of the stool, and slowly, he's on his feet.

"what in particular are you trying to find information about?"

@l-ivestudioaudience // & RAY

He'd never been able to explain why the smell of bookstores was so soothing, but they were. Especially ones like this. Little places tucked away in the bustle of big cities, a quiet bubble in the chaos of modern life. They always seemed to have a soul of their own.

Ray's Occult was different, however, given that every single book inside was about the paranormal. It was fascinating.

But educational, too. That was the intention when Rufus stepped in, offering a polite nod of greeting to the owner. Over the years, he'd done a lot of research on this stuff. Mostly in libraries and online, but a whole bookshop dedicated to weirdness was the perfect place to get some new information. Or so he hoped.

He perused the shelves, lingering in the section on UFO's and aliens before deciding on a couple of new additions to his shelves back in Texas. Then he moved towards the section on psychic phenomenon and research. Both subjects were personal to him. And it never hurt to keep trying to understand his own abilities, even if he'd gotten to grips with how they seemed to work.

"Excuse me, sir. " He said, leaning back to look at Ray from behind the bookshelf. He raised the book he'd been looking at, showing the cover. "How much is this one?"