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[ectopportunism]

[Action- 752 Partridge Drive ]

[It's Peter's birthday, and his creepy Drone-Wife has prepared him a cake. After coming home from work, she's placed a paper birthday hat on his head and invited him to the kitchen. He pauses momentarily to look at the hat in a nearby mirror and frowns at the red and blue balloons. He sighs heavily before following her into the kitchen to blow out the candles of the cake... which he will not eat in fear of it being poisoned. Maybe his Mayfield-assigned children are nearby to witness his embarrassment, or maybe they're more interested in the cake.]

[Action- Around Town ]

[Venkman leaves his house in a hurry, Egon promised to treat him to a meal at the diner and there is no way he's going to pass that up. Being in a rush, he completely forgot about the stupid party hat and is still wearing it. How embarrassing, someone should probably bring it to his attention.]


[Action- Neutron Diner ]

[By now, Peter has thankfully noticed he was still wearing the hat, crumbled it up, and shoved it in a trash can. He enters the Diner, waving for a hostess to seat him. Egon should be there any minute.]

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Neutron Diner

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[He's left Venkman sitting there a little longer than he said he would and when he finally enters the diner and comes over to sit with Venkman it's hard to tell if he feels badly or not.]

Sorry I'm late. Lab accident. [And he leaves it at that.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Nothing he's not used to, okay. He figures Egon is only in this for the idea of cake being served.]

It didn't involve power tools and your cranium, did it?

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Smirk.]

Not this time. You're just hoping to prove me wrong someday, aren't you?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I'm just hoping you don't kill yourself in the process.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Only has to glance briefly at the menu to decide what he wants.]

If I ever do kill myself I'll be donating my body to science. That way I'll continue to be useful even after death. I've got it all worked out.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but chuckle to himself.]

Has the thought ever occurred to you that you might be more useful alive?

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

Peter. You do care.

[Teasing smirk.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He rolled his eyes. He ignored Egon's smirk out of spite and waved for the waitress to signal they were ready to order.]

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[He orders an appropriately greasy burger and chocolate malt shake from the waitress and waits for Peter to order.]

I feel obligated to ask the obvious question... it could be out of masochistic curiosity. If you could have anything for your birthday, what would it be?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He orders his own burger, but with a soda instead.]

Here? [He pauses, messing with his silverware.] Would it be cheesy to say a way home?

[He shrugged, back home he didn't even have any real need for any elaborate gift. He smiled a bit before speaking.]

In general? Maybe to be a couple years younger, I don't know.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

Who knows? With the way things work around here, we could possibly arrange that for you.

[Again with the creepy I-have-a-crazy-scary-idea-for-an-experiment face, one eyebrow raised.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He sees that face. He knows that face. Oh God what has he done.]

Let's not.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Disappointment.] Ray would have jumped at the opportunity.

[Guilt trip, guilt trip.]

752 Partridge Drive

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[you should really leave your door locked, Venkman. there's no effort on Ray's part at all when opens the door and walks in.]

Hiya. You ready for work, Ve -

[he stops, taking in the sight unfolding before him, looking from the party hat to all the balloons. the expression that grows on his face speaks volumes even when he himself remains silent.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Oh great. And he thought nothing could possibly have made this entire scene worse.]

...great to see you, Ray.

Around town

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa sees him with the hat. She actually wrestles with herself about telling him or not, but it's not like she hates him... and if it is his birthday, he needs to have someone who's aware to acknowledge it. ]

Nice hat. Your birthday?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[His face twists a bit with confusion at the first comment, and then a bit of embarrassment when he realizes he's still wearing the thing. Venkman snatches it off of his head in one quick sweep, crumbling it into a ball in his fist.]

...yes. It is.

[ooeeooahah]

I hope it's a good one, at least as good as you can manage here.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Thanks. The old lady made a cake, but I'm not sure if I trust her cooking.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa sighs, and shakes her head. This is one of Egon's friends, after all. ]

What sort of cake do you like, then?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I'm not picky... [He raises an eyebrow.]

...Oh no, you don't have to do that.

[ooeeooahah]

And have you waste away without someone noticing? Not likely. I'll just ask Egon, then.

[ Yes, you're being adopted, Peter. ]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He peeks down at his own beer gut before replying.]

Something tells me I won't be wasting away any time soon.

Besides, Egon's meeting me for dinner. Any time he's involved it automatically involves cake of some sort.

[ooeeooahah]

That's good, I hope the two of you have a nice dinner.

[ Waves and heads on her way, with one parting shot. ]

If not, come by the house this weekend, I'll cook.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Yea? [He nods to her wave, watching her as she walks off.]

I'll knock this time.