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[ectopportunism]

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

Did you two want to take a drive down the highway? Or were you both too busy pretending I don't exist?

[2. Phone: Open to all.]

Apocalypse part two, right? Part two of how many? Isn't anyone tired of this yet?

You know, where I come from, I've seen my share of the "End of Days". What I'm trying to say is... how do you know which one's it? The big it, the it to end all its. This could be it, or it couldn't. Who knows. ♪ ♫ So be good, for goodness sake. ♫ ♪

Come one! Where's your Christmas spirit?

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[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[there's a lengthy pause. when Ray finally responds, his voice is flat and more than just a little apathetic - oh well.]

It's not ringing any bells.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

...asshole.

[Hangs up.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[...okay, that catches him offguard. not the reaction he was expecting; less laughing and more sullenness, which isn't the kind of trait most of the people who enjoy harassing him possess.

he's too curious for his own good. the unexplainable has always been his one weakness, and while this definitely doesn't venture into supernatural territory, Ray can't quite let it go. that's why he decides to call back about ten or so minutes later after he's had a chance to think it over.]

Hey, I wasn't trying to piss you off. I'm serious about what I said, but... [he sort of trails off for a moment, his tone becoming a little dismissive when he speaks again:] ...I guess I just don't like hearing things that sound too good to be true.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Theres hesitation in his response.]

You're seriously telling me that you have no idea who I am?

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Nope. I've never met anyone named Peter Venkman in my life. Where are we supposed to know each other from?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Oh, let's see. We met in college, we were room-mates. You took me home to meet your family. I took your sister Jean out for the night, causing you and Carl to get into a heated argument that ended in you calling him a fag. We worked together at Weaver Hall, were eventually fired, and then I convinced you to mortgage your house in order to start up a business where we caught and contained ghosts for cash. Let's see... what else. We saved the world a few times... aaand we had to ban pets from the office because your pet tarantula, Betty, got lose one night and as a result I vowed never to sleep at the firehouse again until I saw her dead.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

...What?

[the response is automatic the moment the words "college" and "roommate" are said. Ray's roommate in his freshman year - his only roommate - was a guy named John Emerson, and thank goodness he isn't here now. he's not sure that he could stomach being around such an idiotic, lowbrow, mean spirited jock for longer than five seconds; even back then he could recognize it before the taunting and bullying reached a fever pitch, getting so bad that he refused to so much as live on campus in the following years. that's the first contradiction in Peter's story.

by the second and third ones, he's already feeling his blood boil.]

Ghosts, huh? [he snorts derisively.] That's so typical. I guess I do kind of believe you to the extent where you've gotta be someone from the university. No way you'd know who my brother and sister are if you weren't.

But, y'know... It's great to know that even after the apocalypse and this whole multiuniversal abduction plot, you're finding new, progressive ways to make fun of me. Now THAT'S dedication!

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[There's another long pause from his end. He's not sure if he's more upset or pissed. Not that it really matters.]

I don't have time for this. I don't care if this is some assinine way at getting back at me or if you really don't remember it. Believe it or don't. Ask yourself where that proton pack you've got came from, maybe it'll spark a memory.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Proton what? [you can hear the scowl in his voice.] I don't even know what that is. If it's something I'm supposed to have from home, save your breath. I don't have anything.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He'll just hang up on you again, sir.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[WELL, FINE. IT'S NOT LIKE HE NEEDS YOU ANYWAY.

but before the line goes dead, he'll just get one last little quip in:]

- But if you're all I'm getting, I'd feel happier settling for nothing at all. It's not like there's anything left back in the city anyway!

[yeah, he'll just slam that phone down now. sulking seems like a good way to spend the rest of the evening.]