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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]

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.]