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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.]

Comments

[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.]