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...Well, judging by the PKE meter response, you were hit by a psychic force much greater than that of a speeding truck.

[The corner of Egon's mouth quirks upwards--just barely. The small smile disappears when a hairline fracture appears on his glasses, and he frowns. Egon moves to help Venkman up onto his feet.

He feels a twinge of sorrow when he stares at Sigourney and realizes he can't understand her. He thought he unlocked the secret--the supposedly unknowable language of Beheeyem. But ever since returning to human form, any sort of understanding he once had became garbled nonsense.]

Do you know what happened? [A pause.] Can you walk, or do I have to carry you?

I remember... I was getting Kildarby and Sig to train with each other, since I just evolved Kildarby- and Sig wanted to try to hit her with one of her Psychic moves, even though they're not supposed to effect Dark-types, right?

And she kept trying, and it kept not working, and she started getting frustrated, so I was gonna get them to stop- then there was this flash-

[He blinks. His face lights up, the way Egon's does at a particularly abnormal spectral phenomenon- or an interesting speck of mold.]

Sigourney!

[Venkman reaches out and grabs the newly evolved alien's hand in his, beaming.]

Holy shit!

[It takes him a second to actually register Egon's other question.]

... Yeah, I think I can- [A beat.] I mean, no. Carry me.

[He doesn't know why he bothered asking, but he doesn't complain. He scoops Venkman up into a bridal-style carry and starts walking towards the hotel. He stops to gesture for Sigourney to follow.]

She must've evolved out of the sheer output of power she experienced. [He sounds rather excited about this, actually.] This is incredible, can you imagine the increased amount of power she can harness now?

[A brief pause. His glasses are still askew on his face.] I actually wanted to show you something I found in my PC, but this--this is far more important.

[This is all Venkman could've asked for. He wraps his arms around Egon's neck gratefully, nuzzling his partner's neck. His brain is still a little fried from all the psychic interference, but at least he can still be gay.

He adjusts Egon's glasses as they move.]

Here's hoping she knows how to harness it. And that she doesn't forget that tampering with our brains is bad.

[He raises his voice on the last few words, so Sigourney can hear him.]

What'd you find in the PC?

[Before Egon can answer, Kildarby lands on Egon's head and peers down at her trainer, obviously relieved that he's not dead.]

"Good morning."

... That's gonna take some getting used to.

[The Honchkrow's talons are digging into Egon's scalp.]

[Egon gives Venkman a grateful nod before Kildarby lands on his head. He winces as her claws dig into his head. He speaks to the bird in a stern voice.]

Do you want me to drop your trainer?

[Egon lets out a small huff, turning his attention back to Venkman.]

I found two nudibranch-like creatures in the PC. I must have picked them up during that...strange weekend.

[He pauses a moment to kick open the hotel door and awkwardly shove himself through.]

They're called Shellos. I've been wanting to study them for a long time--apparently, they were the first breed discovered to have any sort of "regional variant", in a sense. The type of food they eat can influence their appearance, though these variants don't show much difference in ability, unlike Alolan variants. I was hoping to show you, but I got...sidetracked by the fungus sampled I picked up during my walk yesterday, and then Sigourney....

[He's clearly very excited about these good sea slugs.]

[More croaking. She doesn't seem to be able to form a verbal response to Egon's words, but the withering look she sends his way is enough. Not that he can see it, since she's still on his head.]

Sea slugs, huh? Definitely sounds like the kind of thing you'd get as a surprise gift for your future self. The only thing I picked up that weekend was a water spider that Roach fell in love with.

I'm gonna have arthropod grandkids. What a world.

[Once they're inside, Kildarby hops off Egon's head and lands on the nearest flat surface, her feathers ruffled. Sigourney floats up to her, projecting thoughts tinged with excitement... and immediately lies down on the table and goes quiet, her eyes still wide open. Kildarby clacks her beak curiously, tapping at the Beheeyem with one claw.]

... I think she just fell asleep.

An Araquanid, you mean? That's incredible. Would you allow me to study your specimen at a later date?

[...Oh. Egon turns to look at Sigourney lying still on the table like some sort of strange doll. He sighs, making his way over and kneeling down slightly.]

Do you think you can carry her or put her back in her containment unit? We still have to go upstairs, you know.

[He would pick her up, but, like, his hands are full.]

She was a Dewpider, at first. Roach bullied me into catching her, and I thought, ok, she's only like a foot tall, she's not a hulking monster of a bug like him, it's almost kinda cute seeing him fawn over this tiny bug girlfriend.

And then she immediately evolved.

I'm still bitter.

[Venkman digs in his pockets and clicks the release on Sigourney's containment unit, returning her with a flash of light.]

And yeah, of course you can look at her. Just don't be weird about it.

[you know he's still a little out of it because he didn't take the opportunity to make a stupid "you can study my specimen any time ;)))" joke.]

[ :^(

Egon makes his way to the elevator and waits. There's a few people lingering about the lobby, and only a few glance their way. He assumes it's more of a "why are you carrying a grown adult into an elevator" sort of questioning glance. Whatever fear lingers in the back of his mind has slowly begun to peel from his psyche, but of course, it'll take some more time to get completely used to the attention--or, uh, lack thereof.]

You know, they quite closely resemble diving bell spiders, except, of course, the diving bell spider uses a pocket of air to dive underwater while Araquanids use a pocket of water to survive on land. [A pause.] Most of the so-called "spider" Pokémon don't even have eight legs, and most of the Bug-type Pokémon only have four legs...perhaps it is a dimensional anomaly that the creatures have evolved to have fewer legs than in my native dimension.

[When they get to their floor, Egon steps out into the hallway, still carrying Venkman. He's somewhat grateful for the fact that he's spent the last few years of his life carrying around heavy nuclear reactors on his back while running around Manhattan.]

Do you feel any lingering effects following the psychic blast? Any numbness, headache, or strange and unusual visions?

[Venkman lazily waves at anyone who gives them odd looks. The same fear still burns in his own head, and he's honestly not sure if it'll ever completely go away. But at the very least, he's reached a point where he can brush it off.]

Fascinating, Spengs. I'll look forward to your dissertation on arachnid evolution in this universe.

[Kildarby swoops into the elevator just before it closes, and perches on Venkman's knee. She stares at Egon for a long moment, before reaching up and tugging at his glasses with her beak.]

My brain still feels like I ran it through a blender, but it's not as bad as it was when I woke up on the beach. No hallucinations, unless it turns out I don't have a giant crow on me right now.

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