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[ectopportunism]

[1. Phone: Filtered to Egon & Ray.]

I hope you called in sick today. We're going for a ride somewhere. I'll pick you up.

[2. Phone: Filtered to Rick Grimes.]

I told you I was serious about that beer.

[3. Action: Around Mayfield]

[He's glad the drama is finally over. No more death. No more destruction. At least not for a little while. He's sure Mayfield will find some way to raise his blood pressure in the near future. But that day was not today.

Mayfield had a special delivery for him, and while it wasn't something that was necessarily his, it was something that he had a strong enough connection to and it was something from home. And that was enough.

So he drove it proudly down the streets of Mayfield. Not with the sirens on. Not yet. He would wait and give Ray or Egon the honors of sounding those for the first time.]

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[drspengler.livejournal.com]

It had better be worth missing a day's pay.

[Thinks about it a second.]

I'll call in sick.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

You do realize who you're talking to...

Great. On my way.

[ACTION]

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Okay okay fine, took the day off. Egon's waiting inside the house, tinkering with something on the kitchen table but keeping his eyes and ears peeled for Peter's arrival.]

[ACTION]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't get out of the car. Instead, he pulls up out front and beeps the horn a few times. Egon should get the hint.]

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[That must be Venkman. As he's rising from the table, though, he realizes that horn sounded strangely familiar, like something from a distant memory. He knows he hasn't heard it in a while, though. It can't be Venkman's Mayfield car.

The instant he opens the door it becomes evident why it sounded so distantly familiar and his eyes widen.]

The Ecto! [He practically races down the driveway just to put his hands on the beloved car. No. Not car. Beast. He realizes that it must have been a postal delivery.] Peter, when did this get here?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He leans over and pushes the passenger side door open.]

"Who cares? Get in."

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[He agrees that the point is moot. It's here and that's all that matters. The door is pushed open and Egon quickly climbs into the passenger side.]

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? [Eying the siren switch.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I've been thinking it for the past half hour... but I was gonna wait for Ray.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

WOW!

[guess who just arrived?

it's one of those rare instances where Ray is perfectly okay with his expectations being dashed. this right here has nothing to do with steak nor waffles, and he's totally okay with that. scampering over to the car, he starts examining it, running his hand over the company emblem on the side.]

It's... It's really here! All of it! [awed? you better believe it.] I can't believe it. Don't tell me you got this in the mail!

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Always impressed by Ray's ability to outdo anyone's excitement, especially when it involves cars, Egon simply leans out the passenger side window, patting the car and smirking up at Ray.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Venkman was more impressed with Ray's ability to show up almost on cue. He grinned, opening the driver's side door and stepping out of the car.]

She's all yours, Ray.

[He slapped the other man on the back before opening the back door for himself.]

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[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Boy riding a go kart sees this.

He grew up in the 80's/90's, he knows what it is.

Now the boy with a go kart is following you guys.]]

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[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He's on his way to Egon's house, first... would he follow him there?]

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[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Of course.

This is fun. Cutting corners through yards to keep up. His go kart bouncing around.]]

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[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[The car pulls to a stop at a stop sign. He's glaring at the kid in his rear-view mirror... didn't he see that go kart earlier?]

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[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[He slows up and stops as well. He waves when he notices the guy glaring.

Nope, too excited about this. He might be humming a theme song to a specific movie. Quietly under the sound of his go kart engine.]]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Ok, weird kid. Venkman sticks his head out the window and looks back at him.]

Need something?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

Nope, just out for a joy ride.

[[And following a real live ghost buster.

Nothing to see here.]]

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[electrowhipit]

[ A blue sedan pulls up alongside him at a stoplight somewhere. The car clearly has no driver.

Also it talks. ]

New regain?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Peter glances out the window, searching for the source of the voice.]

...Hello?

[electrowhipit]

[ One of the doors opens and closes, almost like a wave ]

Hello!

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[What.]

...the car is talking to me.

[electrowhipit]

The car is right here and doesn't appreciate you talking about him like he's not.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Er... [He's not going crazy. He tells himself this because obviously this is Mayfield trickery.]


Sorry.

[electrowhipit]

Nah, I'm sorry. I get the whole "talking car" think a lot. I guess it's getting old.

So! I'll just save you the trouble of thinking you're crazy. I'm a giant alien robot who happens to turn into a car.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

That's new.

And you're a Chevy. Nice color, too.

[electrowhipit]

[ A chuckle ]

Thanks. I liked the blue a lot myself.

I'm Jolt, by the way.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Jolt. [He nods.]

Peter Venkman. And this... [Hand motioning to the car he's sitting in.] Is the Ecto-1.

[electrowhipit]

Nice to meet you, Peter.

... Quite the car. What do you use it for?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Business. It's a company vehicle. Ghostbusters Inc.

[electrowhipit]

Ghost... busters? You break ghosts?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

It's more like an exterminator job.

[electrowhipit]

Oooh, okay. I think I get it.

That sounds pretty cool!

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I guess it's pretty cool.

[electrowhipit]

... You're not headed off after a ghost now, are you?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Nah, picking up a colleague of mine.

[electrowhipit]

Just going for a drive, then? I recommend the highway. Lots of open space.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Great idea. Thanks.

[electrowhipit]

Sure thing. I guess I'll leave you to it then.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I'll see you around.

...you'll be hard to miss.

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[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[sick? buddy, every other day has been a sick day for him. Ray'd like nothing more than to take the rest of the month off.]

Where? Did a Sizzler's spontaneously pop up?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Something like that. Just get ready. I'm gonna swing by Egon's place and then we'll be right there.

[OOC- Jump into our action thread above?]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright. But if it isn't a Sizzler's, it better be a Waffle House.

[click!]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

You won't be disappointed.

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[wentthroughhell.livejournal.com]

[They can drink in the middle of the work day right? Or after? Because honestly the man on the other end of the phone is grinning wide. After all the shit and there being no beer left in the world he's totally down for getting that drink.]

And I was serious about taking you up on th' offer. Name the time and place. I'll be there.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Good. We can always meet at the Tavern... unless you had something else in mind.

[wentthroughhell.livejournal.com]

I honestly haven't had a chance to get that fully acquainted with the town before things started t' hit the fan. Meeting at the Tavern might be good if you know anyone else that might be wanting a little down time. I sure as hell know I would after all that.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I could ask a few friends of mine, if you want.