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[Egon's predicament just makes Venkman laugh again. He lets go of their hands and stands up, coming around to Egon's side of the table to help him up. As he does so, he leans in close to Egon's ear.]

Looks like one of the universal constants across dimensions is that you look damned good when you're flustered, Egie.

[He kisses Egon's cheek before leaning away slightly and addressing both him and Ray.]

So. What a bunch of revelations today, huh? Makes me wish we'd had this mood slime back home. And I bet you wish we had, too, right Ray?

Edited 2019-02-06 05:48 (UTC)

[Egon is helped up onto his feet by Venkman (and Ray, who provided emotional support and his hand). He raises a hand to touch the cheek that Venkman kissed him before clearing his throat and smoothing down the wrinkles in his clothes.]

Thank you. [Said in a quiet tone as he sits down again and--oh.

Once Venkman says that, he lets out a resigned groan, placing his head in his hands.]

[Ray, meanwhile, Glares at Venkman.]

I'm breaking up with you, Pete.

[He's joking but >:(]

No, you're not.

[He sticks his tongue out at Ray.]

If you didn't break up with me for anything I did in college, then I'm pretty sure we're stuck with each other forever.

Especially since the two of you fucking sewer slime on the job isn't a dealbreaker for me.

[At Venkman's comment, Egon clears his throat loudly, covering his hand with his fist. His face burning, he shifts his gaze to his still unfinished food.]

May we talk about something other than the slime experiments? Anything else, please?

[he's dying]

[Ray grips Egon's hand.]

See Pete? You're making Spengs embarrassed too, you oughta be ashamed of yourself.

[Is he even being serious right now]

Implying that I have ever in my life felt shame about making one of you blush. Especially Spengs. That right there- [He points at Egon's reddened face.] that's an achievement.

But yeah, I was gonna stop, don't worry. We are still in public, after all. I can always ask more questions later. [He winks.

More seriously, Venkman actually was about to stop. No use in dragging the jokes on too far. He may love teasing his partners, but not to the point of causing them genuine discomfort.]

So Egon, you wanna hear about the time we temporarily solved all the crime in New York?

[He rubs his thumb against the back of Ray's hand, glancing up towards Venkman. That gets his attention--at least it's not slime-related. His face is still red though. Jerk.]

Were the crime rates supernatural in origin? I had a theory that the crime rate of New York City could be attributed to the negative energy accumulating beneath the island and manifesting itself in increased police brutality and apparent "crimes".

[Ray does perk up at this and already seems to have forgotten about the slime thing.]

Nope! Just regular crimes.

Actually the reason why we got into solving crimes because there was so little supernatural activity in New York that we needed something to do.

But I imagine stopping crimes in nonviolent ways did wonders to help the crime rate.

[Venkman, meanwhile, goes to return to his side of the table, then pauses. He grabs a fork and spears some of Egon's dissected cake on it, and sits back down to eat his stolen prize.]

It was one of those weird lulls, you know? Where there's weeks of no calls, no spectral activity- like all the ghosts in New York have up and left. Most of our calls were just Class II's at best. And we were broke. So Ray and the other you, designed some ghost trap variants that contained humans, instead.

Come to think of it, I'm amazed we didn't get arrested during that time. Guess that was before that Frump guy got hired.

[Egon glares at Venkman briefly before addressing Ray--]

Interesting. So it is possible to capture physical matter within the ghost traps? I would like to learn of the specifications and adjustments you made.

[Just not going to address the whole moral dilemma behind that.]

If anything, this shows the incompetency of the police force as a whole--

[And then he pauses, and turns to stare at Venkman.]

You did say...."Frump", yes? With an F?

Sure! It's really simple if you know what you're doing, just a simple rewiring of the proton packs-

[?]

"With an F"? Do you know him with another name in your universe?

Yes. His name is Trump. Unless he is somehow not an entirely different millionare with lucrative and unnecessary gaudy residential buildings, this is an incredibly strange difference between dimensions.

... That sounds more like Plump. The guy who runs Plump towers- remember that, Ray? Deadcon and the dentists?

But nah, I'm talking about Frump. NYPD. Real sweetheart.

[Venkman grimaces, putting his fork down.]

First time I met him, he came stomping into the firehouse and basically accused me of attempted manslaughter, with a ghost as my accomplice. Since then he's been an occasional thorn in our sides. Mine especially.

....Dentists.

[He doesn't even sound surprised at this point.]

Never heard of Frump, though. The only person who's ever come close to interfering with our work consistently has been-- [He grimaces slightly and lowers his volume.] --Peck.

Oh I remember that. Janine still hasn't quite forgiven me for making her release Stay Puft during Deadcon.

[Well more like she teases him about it every now and again but HE STILL HATES IT.

Ray suddenly glowers, in an almost uncharacteristic way.]

I remember dickless; I guess some things never change, huh? I'm guessing he let all the ghosts out of the containment unit too and then tried blaming it on us?

Ray, you unleashed a giant marshmallow man on New York twice. At least the second time he just wanted to make farmer's daughter jokes.

Ol' dickless. We haven't seen him around in a while, though. Not since his last lawsuit fell flat.

[The corner of Egon's mouth twitches up in a half-smirk.]

It's good to hear that insults and the failure of Walter Peck remains consistent throughout--

[...]

You released Gozer for a convention?

I still can't believe Peck tried blaming the Stay Puft thing all on me...

[:C]

I didn't mean it! We were infiltrating Deadcon and Janine called me complaining about one of the requests and I told her to do it anyway! I didn't know she was talking about releasing him until after he was released!

It's a good thing Dickless never got stuck in a room alone with me.

Hey, if it helps, Stay Puft apparently chilled out a lot in containment. Learned to talk and tell jokes. We got him to fight a giant praying mantis for us, once.

I dunno if that means Gozer calmed down, or if he has no residual connection to Gozer anymore, or what.

[Egon just sort of stares at the two of them for a few moments, glancing back and forth between Ray and Peter.]

An ancient Sumerian god, reduced to telling sexual jokes and fighting giant praying mantids.

[He folds his hands together, looking incredibly pensive.]

It leads one to wonder what happens between all of those ghosts in the containment unit. And how you contained Gozer in the first place--I'm pretty sure he just...exploded when we dealt with him.

[He looks over at Venkman and whispers:]

How did we get Gozer into the containment unit again?

[Venkman raises his eyebrows.]

You forgot? Damn. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, then.

... It was the uniforms that got covered in bits of Stay Puft and turned into weird copies of us. When we captured them and put them in the containment unit, there was something about the spirit energy residue... I can't remember the exact wording Egon used.

But basically, when the fake versions of us went into the unit, they all meshed together to form a new Stay Puft.

Hmm. Yes, I do remember you speaking about your failure to dispose of the jumpsuits following the Gozer incident. [Crosses his arms.] This would align with the idea that ghosts can leave ectoplasmic "fingerprints" of PK energy, in a manner of speaking.

...Though, as this was only an "impression" of Gozer and not a complete manifestation, it would also follow that his personality or mannerisms would change drastically given enough time isolated from his native dimension.

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