[Venkman is also visibly drunk, with a big stupid grin on his face. Today's flavor of drunk Venkman is happy affectionate drunk, it seems.]
Ray. Ray. Ray. You and Egon- you gotta see this. Look.
[He picks up the Pokegear, and the camera goes wildly out of focus as he turns it around in his hands and starts walking to... whatever he's trying to show them.]
So! So you know how I, uh, I got the egg from that guy? The kitten egg? The- the Litten egg? The Litten kitten? ... Oh my God, and it's called that because it's a fire thing- it lights things on fire, so it's. "Lit". Who named these things?
But um. It's- lookit.
[Venkman finally remembers to actually focus the Pokegear camera and, wow, look at that! It's an egg! It's wrapped up tightly in a bundle of blankets, and it's got one massive crack in the side. Venkman's not really doing a good job at holding the camera steady, but Ray can still tell the egg is wiggling slightly.]
I had to carry it from, uh, Pallet Town to this one, and I had to keep it wrapped in my coat. I got a lil worried it would be too cold, but! It's been wiggling for a while now and that big crack showed up a few minutes ago.
[Egon pops into the frame at the sound of his name. The only thing that betrays the fact that he's drunk is the fact that his face seems redder than usual, but that can also be attributed to the cold.
In the background, Venkman may be able to see a Zubat clinging ferociously to a can of sparkling grape juice and trying to pierce it with its fangs. Faraday watches it with a concerned but curious expression.]
A cat hatching from an egg. [Huh.] Does that mean none of them have belly buttons? I will have to check and see if any Pokémon have any evidence of once being attached to an umbilical cord, or evolved to appear that way. That may be vital in discovering the emergence of predominantly egg-based breeding....
[He trails off, muttering under his breath and trying to scratch his chin with an incredibly swollen hand. Don't worry about it.]
[If Peter were to also look closely, he will see Jackie floating around spinning and singing to herself as if she was drunk (she isn't. she's only been drinking grape juice all night) and Dickens is sleeping soundly on Ray's head.
He, however is rudely woken up as Ray practically presses his face against his Pokégear]
Oh my god I didn't know you were hatching a little cat! He looks adorable already!
[Meanwhile, the unnamed Fletchling lands on the egg with a soft chirp. It pecks at the shell curiously. Venkman waves her away.]
Hey, get offa there! ... Oh, right. I got a bird, by the way. But, uhh. This little guy should be hatching soon. I guess we'll see about the belly button situation, huh?
... Egie, what happened to your hand. Are you dying? Don't die. We like, just met you. But not really, because you're still Egon. But we just met this version of you. And I don't wanna live without any version of Egon.
... I miss Winston.
[There is a non-zero chance that he found the Pokemon-universe equivalent of weed here somehow, somewhere, and is a little high as well as drunk. But you didn't hear that from me. Mostly because I'm not entirely sure if weed exists in VR.]
I am not dying yet. I'm observing the effects of the Zubat's poison on the human body. I've decided to name it Doppler.
[Egon blinks slowly, staring at the screen.]
If Winston were here, he'd say something about subjecting myself to unknown poisons is dangerous. [He sounds almost...wistful???] It really isn't the same without him.
[A pause. Egon's expression barely changes when he says--]
It hasn't even been a week and you're dosing yourself with unknown poisons and refusing medical attention. Good job.
Ohhhhh my God.
[Venkman groans, digging the heel of his hand into his face.]
This kitten's not even born yet and you want to hurt it like this? You want this newborn baby to be sidled with the worst possible name for it? I can't believe you. You're- you're both monsters. Why are you so mean to this baby.
Ray can be a father to as many animals as he wants. He's well suited for the job.
[Egon pauses, and Venkman can practially see the gears in his head turning and trying desperately to come up with another answer than the one he currently has. He clears his throat, mumbling the words under his breath in an attempt to have Venkman avoid hearing it.]
Upon hearing your voice for the first time, I couldn't help but notice that you sound strikingly similar to Garfield.
[Venkman listens to Egon speak, straining his ears to hear it. And he does.
Following that, there's a long moment where he tries to process this information. In that time, his expression goes from curious, to confused, to befuddled, then mildly horrified, then existential terror.
When he speaks again, it's in a strained, somewhat disturbed whisper, like he's genuinely unsettled and afraid for his life.]
[Egon is good with this arrangement, thanks. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards as he watches Venkman react. He leans against Ray, somewhat embarassed.]
Oh, good. I was worried that Garfield did not exist in your world at all. In addition to the comic strips, there is a cartoon on television depicting Garfield and his friends. I believe Ray--ah, my universe's Ray used to leave the TV on upstairs and watch it occasionally.
I... don't think we have that cartoon? We just have the comic strips. That's. That's a really weird difference between dimensions?
[There's a quiet purring noise on Venkman's end, and he looks up, confused.]
What's up, Roach?
[Then-]
Oh. Oh!
[Venkman turns the camera back around to face the egg. The Wimpod- "Roach"- is running furious circles around it, vocalizing excitedly. The egg has tilted to one side, and there's a glint of reddish fur visible through one of the wider cracks.]
[But his line of thought is interrupted when he's nudged by Ray. Egon practically presses his face against the screen, staring intensely at the egg.]
Quick, Venkman--write down whatever observations you can gather about the hatching process. Any differences between a domestic cat and this cat, any sort of unusual noise or feedback. Garfield may be crucial to understanding the reproductive biology of these creatures.
[All of this is said in a completely serious tone.]
Oh, I'll give you feedback, Spengs- the name sucks and you should feel bad.
[The Fletchling lands on top of the Wimpod, who is still running around in excitement. It chirps merrily as it rides the isopod around.
A large crack appears, and a tiny paw sticks out and flexes its claws. Then- huh. A bright light envelopes the egg, and the camera jerks back as Venkman stumbles.]
Whoa, hold on, why's the baby exploding-
[The light fades. Where the egg once was, there's now only scattered eggshells, and one tiny Litten curled into a ball.]
[Egon flinches back at the light, then stares at the screen with a renewed vigor.]
Incredible. The light seems to indicate there was an extreme output of energy or...something to do with energy. Perhaps the cat itself was transformed instantaneously upon hatching. I'll have to observe if Ray and I's eggs hatch in a similar manner.
...
See if the cat responds to the appropriate stimuli. Perform an Apgar test.
[Which is usually used for humans but now he's nervous about the baby]
[Venkman sets the Pokegear down a few feet away, so both he and the Litten are in view. He picks up the Litten by the scruff, who mewls curiously.]
Um... God, I don't even remember most of the steps for that with a regular baby. Appearance is normal, I guess? I've never seen one of these before. It's, uh, fully-furred and fur condition looks good, eyes are still closed-
[Right on cue, the Litten opens its eyes, and looks up at Venkman. It mewls again, batting a paw up at his face. Venkman tries to hide the dumb grin on his face.]
Never mind. Eyes are open, and overall precocial compared to, uh, a normal cat. So that means these things develop a lot in the egg.
[He holds two fingers to the pulse point under the chin- the facial artery.]
Pulse is, uhhh... Feels fine to me? I've never really done work with cats before, Egon, you know this! Oh, whatever. Resp rate seems fine, too, breathing regularly and it's crying without problem. I don't exactly have a stethoscope to listen properly, but-
[He holds the Litten up to his ear, shoving his face into the chest. It meows in protest and digs its kitten claws into his face. Venkman frowns at it.]
Purring a lot, hard to really hear, but heartbeat sounds normal, no abnormalities I can recognize. It's not gasping for breath or anything. And activity is fine, it's definitely moving around a lot. Clawing me to death. Oh, and I don't really see a cord, but obviously there should've been one attached to the inside of the egg, right?
What's left? What's the G stand for? Uh, uhhhhh- grimace! Right.
[He pinches one of the Litten's toe beans. It squeaks in protest and yanks its foot back, glaring at Venkman. It then coughs up a small fireball in his face.]
JESUS-
[Venkman jerks back, luckily not losing his grip on the kitten as he stumbles and falls on the floor. The fireball dissipates after a few seconds, only singing the ends of his hair and the tip of his nose, but Venkman looks bemused.]
A perfectly healthy specimen, as far as we're aware.
[A pause. Then, in a slightly amused tone--]
I'm surprised you got so far without me having to prompt you. I look forward to meeting Garfield myself and running my own tests on him. Having a fire Pokémon like that would be invaluable towards surviving the winter.
Being born completely precocial seems particularly beneficial to the survival of these creatures in the hands of trainers who may not have the equipment to raise a young animal. This supports my theory that Pokémon have evolved to expect intervention from trainers and other human beings in this realm.
[Faraday swoops over to the screen, tilting her head and peeking curiously at the newly born kitten. She makes a questioning chirrup, blinking.]
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call me when you get a chance its important
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That's concerning.
Ray turns on video chat as soon as he gets this. When Venkman sees him he looks visibly drunk but also worried.]
What's up Pete? Don't tell me you died already.
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Ray. Ray. Ray. You and Egon- you gotta see this. Look.
[He picks up the Pokegear, and the camera goes wildly out of focus as he turns it around in his hands and starts walking to... whatever he's trying to show them.]
So! So you know how I, uh, I got the egg from that guy? The kitten egg? The- the Litten egg? The Litten kitten? ... Oh my God, and it's called that because it's a fire thing- it lights things on fire, so it's. "Lit". Who named these things?
But um. It's- lookit.
[Venkman finally remembers to actually focus the Pokegear camera and, wow, look at that! It's an egg! It's wrapped up tightly in a bundle of blankets, and it's got one massive crack in the side. Venkman's not really doing a good job at holding the camera steady, but Ray can still tell the egg is wiggling slightly.]
I had to carry it from, uh, Pallet Town to this one, and I had to keep it wrapped in my coat. I got a lil worried it would be too cold, but! It's been wiggling for a while now and that big crack showed up a few minutes ago.
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In the background, Venkman may be able to see a Zubat clinging ferociously to a can of sparkling grape juice and trying to pierce it with its fangs. Faraday watches it with a concerned but curious expression.]
A cat hatching from an egg. [Huh.] Does that mean none of them have belly buttons? I will have to check and see if any Pokémon have any evidence of once being attached to an umbilical cord, or evolved to appear that way. That may be vital in discovering the emergence of predominantly egg-based breeding....
[He trails off, muttering under his breath and trying to scratch his chin with an incredibly swollen hand. Don't worry about it.]
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He, however is rudely woken up as Ray practically presses his face against his Pokégear]
Oh my god I didn't know you were hatching a little cat! He looks adorable already!
[It's an egg.]
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Hey, get offa there! ... Oh, right. I got a bird, by the way. But, uhh. This little guy should be hatching soon. I guess we'll see about the belly button situation, huh?
... Egie, what happened to your hand. Are you dying? Don't die. We like, just met you. But not really, because you're still Egon. But we just met this version of you. And I don't wanna live without any version of Egon.
... I miss Winston.
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[Egon blinks slowly, staring at the screen.]
If Winston were here, he'd say something about subjecting myself to unknown poisons is dangerous. [He sounds almost...wistful???] It really isn't the same without him.
[A pause. Egon's expression barely changes when he says--]
You should name that cat Garfield.
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[Ray rests his head on Egon's shoulder, suddenly depressed.]
I miss him too! I want to show him all the new animal friends I made here but he can't see it. He's such a good friend and I love him-
[And then he hears that last comment by Egon.]
Pete.
Name him Garfield!
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Ohhhhh my God.
[Venkman groans, digging the heel of his hand into his face.]
This kitten's not even born yet and you want to hurt it like this? You want this newborn baby to be sidled with the worst possible name for it? I can't believe you. You're- you're both monsters. Why are you so mean to this baby.
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[Egon raises an eyebrow, taking a small sip of beer.]
I thought it thematically appropriate, given the fact you sound like--
[He stops himself, a slightly morfitied expression on his face. He clears his throat.]
I was given an egg, as well. It's been shaking since nightfall.
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Egooon please let me at least put a bandaid on it!
[However, he is quickly distracted by egg talk.]
Mine's been trembling too, Pete! I'm so excited I've never been a real dad before!
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Wait, hold on. Hold on. What- what do I sound like? Egon. What do I sound like.
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[Egon pauses, and Venkman can practially see the gears in his head turning and trying desperately to come up with another answer than the one he currently has. He clears his throat, mumbling the words under his breath in an attempt to have Venkman avoid hearing it.]
Upon hearing your voice for the first time, I couldn't help but notice that you sound strikingly similar to Garfield.
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Following that, there's a long moment where he tries to process this information. In that time, his expression goes from curious, to confused, to befuddled, then mildly horrified, then existential terror.
When he speaks again, it's in a strained, somewhat disturbed whisper, like he's genuinely unsettled and afraid for his life.]
How do you hear the comic strips.
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You should voice act some of the strips, Venkie! I wanna see it!
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Oh, good. I was worried that Garfield did not exist in your world at all. In addition to the comic strips, there is a cartoon on television depicting Garfield and his friends. I believe Ray--ah, my universe's Ray used to leave the TV on upstairs and watch it occasionally.
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[Venkman looks genuinely relieved.]
I... don't think we have that cartoon? We just have the comic strips. That's. That's a really weird difference between dimensions?
[There's a quiet purring noise on Venkman's end, and he looks up, confused.]
What's up, Roach?
[Then-]
Oh. Oh!
[Venkman turns the camera back around to face the egg. The Wimpod- "Roach"- is running furious circles around it, vocalizing excitedly. The egg has tilted to one side, and there's a glint of reddish fur visible through one of the wider cracks.]
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[And then egg, Jackie seems to show interest too as she's now nudging the Pokégear. Have fun with the camera now shaking, Venkman.]
Oh! Garfield is almost here Egon!
[He gently nudges him.]
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[But his line of thought is interrupted when he's nudged by Ray. Egon practically presses his face against the screen, staring intensely at the egg.]
Quick, Venkman--write down whatever observations you can gather about the hatching process. Any differences between a domestic cat and this cat, any sort of unusual noise or feedback. Garfield may be crucial to understanding the reproductive biology of these creatures.
[All of this is said in a completely serious tone.]
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[The Fletchling lands on top of the Wimpod, who is still running around in excitement. It chirps merrily as it rides the isopod around.
A large crack appears, and a tiny paw sticks out and flexes its claws. Then- huh. A bright light envelopes the egg, and the camera jerks back as Venkman stumbles.]
Whoa, hold on, why's the baby exploding-
[The light fades. Where the egg once was, there's now only scattered eggshells, and one tiny Litten curled into a ball.]
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[Ray sounds way too excited about that.
Then he sees the kitty and nearly starts crying right there.]
Welcome to the world, Garfield! Pete will take great care of you!
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Incredible. The light seems to indicate there was an extreme output of energy or...something to do with energy. Perhaps the cat itself was transformed instantaneously upon hatching. I'll have to observe if Ray and I's eggs hatch in a similar manner.
...
See if the cat responds to the appropriate stimuli. Perform an Apgar test.
[Which is usually used for humans but now he's nervous about the baby]
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[Venkman sets the Pokegear down a few feet away, so both he and the Litten are in view. He picks up the Litten by the scruff, who mewls curiously.]
Um... God, I don't even remember most of the steps for that with a regular baby. Appearance is normal, I guess? I've never seen one of these before. It's, uh, fully-furred and fur condition looks good, eyes are still closed-
[Right on cue, the Litten opens its eyes, and looks up at Venkman. It mewls again, batting a paw up at his face. Venkman tries to hide the dumb grin on his face.]
Never mind. Eyes are open, and overall precocial compared to, uh, a normal cat. So that means these things develop a lot in the egg.
[He holds two fingers to the pulse point under the chin- the facial artery.]
Pulse is, uhhh... Feels fine to me? I've never really done work with cats before, Egon, you know this! Oh, whatever. Resp rate seems fine, too, breathing regularly and it's crying without problem. I don't exactly have a stethoscope to listen properly, but-
[He holds the Litten up to his ear, shoving his face into the chest. It meows in protest and digs its kitten claws into his face. Venkman frowns at it.]
Purring a lot, hard to really hear, but heartbeat sounds normal, no abnormalities I can recognize. It's not gasping for breath or anything. And activity is fine, it's definitely moving around a lot. Clawing me to death. Oh, and I don't really see a cord, but obviously there should've been one attached to the inside of the egg, right?
What's left? What's the G stand for? Uh, uhhhhh- grimace! Right.
[He pinches one of the Litten's toe beans. It squeaks in protest and yanks its foot back, glaring at Venkman. It then coughs up a small fireball in his face.]
JESUS-
[Venkman jerks back, luckily not losing his grip on the kitten as he stumbles and falls on the floor. The fireball dissipates after a few seconds, only singing the ends of his hair and the tip of his nose, but Venkman looks bemused.]
... So that's a good reflex response, huh?
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Pete I love him! I hate how I can’t see him in person and cuddle him because he’s so precious.
[He just spat out a fireball at Venkman.]
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[A pause. Then, in a slightly amused tone--]
I'm surprised you got so far without me having to prompt you. I look forward to meeting Garfield myself and running my own tests on him. Having a fire Pokémon like that would be invaluable towards surviving the winter.
Being born completely precocial seems particularly beneficial to the survival of these creatures in the hands of trainers who may not have the equipment to raise a young animal. This supports my theory that Pokémon have evolved to expect intervention from trainers and other human beings in this realm.
[Faraday swoops over to the screen, tilting her head and peeking curiously at the newly born kitten. She makes a questioning chirrup, blinking.]
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