[Venkman waves Bond off his head and wanders off screen while talking.]
Huh. Cool difference between universes, I guess. We got a movie, you got to live a life without Slimer in the firehouse. Kinda wish I'd gotten yours.
[He comes back into frame with a bottle of beer, which he raises in acknowledgement before taking a sip. Garfield, still in his arms, swats at the bottle. He glares at it.]
Hey. You're like, half an hour old, you're not allowed to drink.
But yeah. The movies were... well, they kinda got some stuff right. They got the basics- [He counts off on his fingers.] library ghost, kicked out of Columbia, moving into the firehouse, Dana, Slimer at the hotel, hiring Winston, dickless, Dana getting possessed, Gozer, and Mr. Stay Puft.
[Ray slinks down slightly and takes a sip of his beer.]
A few people did that. And I had to hide in the firehouse for practically a week from the paparazzi. But soon after that the Stay Puft marshmallow company contacted me! Apparently they’re cool with the... whole thing with Gozer, and wanted to do an ad campaign about it.
Of course your Venkman did- any version of Dr. Venkman worth his PhDs knows to make a profit. At least, I'd hope.
The people who made the movie did some merchandising, and that and the Stay Puft deal drummed up enough good publicity that we didn't get completely bankrupted. Uh, yet. And usually we're still pretty busy- sometimes ol' Dickless and his buddies raise hell and get negative opinion pieces in the news again, and business dries up for a bit.
But a few public Class 5's usually remind everyone we're a good service to keep around.
We never got any Stay Puft deal. Perhaps this is another difference between your world and my world, and an important one, at that. In my dimension, we were completely bankrupt for a few years. Of course, Venkman did his best to keep business churning, but under the scrutiny of the public eye and the pressures of such an intense capitalistic society, it was ultimately decided that we best close up shop. [He smirks slightly.] Though it wasn't a complete loss of time--I gained several invaluable experiences through my psychoanalytic research at Columbia.
[He pauses as he reaches for his bag for some snacks. Doppler skitters out of the way, vocalizing angrily. Egon ignores him.]
I'm curious to hear of any other specters you've encountered in your line of work--after all, it seems as though you have had more time to actually do some ghostbusting.
Aww dang, if only we had cable from our dimension here, I think they still play them on TV where we're from!
[They were cheesy and great, Egon!!!]
Well we already told you about Slimer if you wanna know more about him. Then there was that one ghost that fed on electricity... as it turns out Walt Fleischman didn't actually die mysteriously, he just brought his cartoons to life and one of them kidnapped him... we went into and ended up destroying the New Jersey Parallelogram... we met the Boogieman once...
Oh right, you probably already know about the Boogieman, Egon.
[Who. Who the fuck is Walt Fleischman???? Egon blinks, turning to stare at Ray. It takes about a full thirty seconds for him to continue what he was saying.]
The Boogieman? I didn't know there was a singular entity that responded to that name.
We also found out that all of Manhattan is held up by a spinny-thing thats lubricated by some orange slime, a ghost pirate ship tried to rob a museum, trolls took over the Queensboro bridge, we became crime fighting vigilantes a couple times-
Oh, hey, there's a difference. Our Egon heard the name "Boogieman" and flipped out. But yeah, we took care of him- blew up his whole dimension so he'd stop scaring kids- and Egon. Uh, other Egon.
Yeah, our Egon was pretty upset when we had to destroy it too. He really wanted to study it-
Hey wait a minute!
Our Egon got interested in the study of ghosts because the Boogieman terrorized him as a kid. If you don’t recognize him at all, how did you get into ghosts?
So the Pillar of New York exists in your world? Fascinating. Did the slime have any psychokinetic properties, or were you able to get a reading on it?
[Egon opens his mouth to speak and then closes it again. He scratches the back of his head, pulling a Twinkay from his bag and unwrapping it.]
I conducted extensive research when I was younger, and I logically concluded that spirits and other supernatural phenomena existed. [...] I also wanted to be able to harness the psychokinetic energy for my own purposes--such untapped energy could be highly beneficial to the furthering of human technology, if it was able to be stabilized.
Ehhh, that's not really a question I can answer. That was a while ago- plus, our Egon's the one who took the actual readings. And Ray's the one who went down in the sewers alone to find the source of the slime.
[Pointed look at Ray on the screen. He takes another swig from the bottle.]
Huh. So basically: our Egon had a tragic backstory, but you just wanted to make ghost bombs.
[Venkman's been around Egon enough to know what "harnessing x for my own purposes" means.]
Hey I didn’t do it just for fun! Those earthquakes could have killed us all! I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for someone to pay us to do what’s right.
[Also because he’s five and wanted to see what was happening.
Ray takes another sip of his beer before he perks up.]
I think it’s really neat! This is practically proof that fate exists! That even without a traumatic incident, Egon was still drawn to the supernatural and to us!
Not ghost bombs. Concentrated parcels of psychokinetic energy that, upon activated, would discharge this energy within a confined radius.
[A very subtle difference. He adjust his glasses when Ray says that. Is he blushing, or is that the alcohol? It's hard to tell. When he speaks, his voice is notably softer.]
Ray, I would rather not get into my opinions on the predetermination of human life and the agenda of a higher being that may or may not be a chicken. [A dry smile appears on his face.] Though, in all honesty, I would not mind if it were fate that drew us all together.
Aww. There's a romantic sap under all that stuffy science jargon, after all. Makes me wish I could be there to kiss ya both when the New Year turns over.
[Venkman glances briefly at the clock on his Pokegear, an affectionate grin on his face. A grin that very quickly slips away, replaced by mild panic. He leans into the Pokegear and grips it urgently, displacing Garfield and nearly dropping his beer in the process.]
Oh shit- shit! It's 12:03, we missed it- quick, make out with each other, it's not too late!
[Garfield squirms away from him and hops onto the table as Venkman doubles over, wheezing with laughter as he rests his head on the table's edge.]
I thought- I thought you stopped that in undergrad- oh my GOD-
[He bangs a fist on the table, his shoulders shaking as he keeps giggling at Spengler's expense. The Pokegear shifts a bit at the impact, and the Litten sticks its face into the camera, peering at Ray and Egon with interest.
After a few more moments, Venkman finally manages to look up again, grinning widely.]
Does this mean- does this mean our Egon still calls it that, too, and I just don't know about it? Because when we find him again, I'm teasing the hell out of him for this.
[A vaguely horrified expression appears on Spengler's face as he slowly starts to sink out of view from the camera. He's muttering something under his breath--]
--merely a lapse in judgement under the influences of ethanol, known for its ability to lower mental inhibitions, and even so, it would still be an accurate descriptor of such behavior--
[He doesn't answer Peter's question, nor does he seem to realize that he's asked a question. Congrats. You've killed Egon.]
[Egon's reaction just spurs on another fit of drunken giggling.]
Spengs, I dunno if you've noticed, but I don't think either of us ever kissed the other version of you with the intent of, uh- [He looks at Garfield. Venkman puts the bottle down and reaches over to gently cover the Litten's ears.] mating in the traditional sense. Since, that usually implies there's a baby at the end, right? That's like, the definition of "mating". [He'd do airquotes if his hands weren't occupied.]
You're a stickler for using the right terms for stuff, so you can't go around using an inaccurate term, right? How about copulation rituals? Coupling, pairing...? Or, even better- fornication rituals.
[He's very clearly just trying to get under Egon's skin at this point. At least he whispers the last words so that hopefully none of the Pokemon can pick it up.]
Anyway, I think this is the closest we've come to having kids. And it's about as close as I want to come to having kids.
... Speaking of, Ray, put your weird animals in their containment things and kiss Spengler for me, before he digs a bigger hole for himself.
[Ray had actually been busy burring his face into his hands for the past few minutes. He wasn't exactly shy but between the alcohol and Venkman's teasing, it was hard not to get a little flustered.
And honestly he was starting to wonder if Venkman forgot he was here before he calls his name. Ray sits up a little straight as he seems a little offended by that remark.]
They're not weird! They're my children, Pete.
[But he takes out his Pokéballs anyway. He first turns to Jackie and wishes her a good night and a happy new year, before kissing her on the forehead. She whines slightly but gets into her Pokéball with no issue.
Ray then gently pats Dickens (who was still on Egon's hair sleeping) before also wishing him a happy new year and putting him in his Pokéball too.
[Throughout Venkman's talking, Egin makes a few noises in protest, intermingled with "Well," and "That's not--" and so on and so forth. He eventually gives up, slumping against Ray for both physical and emotional support.
Upon being asked, Egon nods in response to Ray, still struggling to come up with a complete sentence. Needless to say, his ability to form coherent thought had long flown out the window when Venkman began to talk.
...He holds out two Pokéballs to Ray, and gestures towards Faraday and Doppler.]
...Please.
[A pause as an idea hits him and he slowly lifts his head to look at the PokéGear.]
Well, if you're so insistent on me using correct terms, perhaps I should use fornication rituals as a term from now on.
[Ray takes the Pokéballs from Egon and puts Faraday and Doppler away, giving Faraday a gentle pat on the head and a "Happy New Year" to her and just... awkwardly tossing the Pokéball at Doppler, worried about the possibility of getting bitten by him.
And then he hears about the "fornication ritual" again and he wants to Die.]
Egie please, I love you but I really don't want to think about the possibilities of "fornication rituals" when we're camping out in freezing weather.
[But Ray still completely loves him so he's going to gently kiss him on the lips the moment he's certain all of the Pokémon are put away.]
[Venkman roles his eyes, stupid grin still plastered on his face.]
Sure, Spengs. Least it doesn't kill the mood as bad as "mating rituals" does. But please don't use that word around anyone that's not us. Ever.
... Actually, please do, but tell me ahead of time. I wanna record it for posterity. I wanna see people's reactions.
[And then Ray kisses Egon, and he just. Moves his hands that are over Garfield's ears to cover his eyes instead. Don't look at your other new dads kissing, you're just a baby.]
You know, its like, 12:10 now. You guys are pretty late, now- gotta make up for it.
[Egon's eyes widen a bit when Ray kisses him--after all, this is still one of the first few times he's kissed an alternate version of one of his boyfriends. It's...familiar, though, and he almost immediately relaxes. After a few moments, he pulls away, draping an arm around Ray's shoulders.
He's...Good lord, is he grinning? What the hell, Spengler?]
As I said earlier, time is relative.
[And he plants another gentle kiss on Ray's lips.]
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In our universe, they had a movie based on our adventures. It's pretty inaccurate, but at least we got some royalties out of it.
[He stares at Egon for about ten seconds.]
You know, you look a lot like the guy who played Egon in that movie!
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Huh. Cool difference between universes, I guess. We got a movie, you got to live a life without Slimer in the firehouse. Kinda wish I'd gotten yours.
[He comes back into frame with a bottle of beer, which he raises in acknowledgement before taking a sip. Garfield, still in his arms, swats at the bottle. He glares at it.]
Hey. You're like, half an hour old, you're not allowed to drink.
But yeah. The movies were... well, they kinda got some stuff right. They got the basics- [He counts off on his fingers.] library ghost, kicked out of Columbia, moving into the firehouse, Dana, Slimer at the hotel, hiring Winston, dickless, Dana getting possessed, Gozer, and Mr. Stay Puft.
Made me look like a creep, though.
[He takes another swig of beer.]
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[Also the fact they got hit with so many lawsuits and fines after the Gozer incident they couldn't help but close for an extended period of time.]
Yes, please avoid giving the cat alcohol. I have heard that it is greatly detrimental to their health.
...Anyways, that does seem to follow my general timeline, as well. Did you get several hundred people and companies suing you afterwards?
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A few people did that. And I had to hide in the firehouse for practically a week from the paparazzi. But soon after that the Stay Puft marshmallow company contacted me! Apparently they’re cool with the... whole thing with Gozer, and wanted to do an ad campaign about it.
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The people who made the movie did some merchandising, and that and the Stay Puft deal drummed up enough good publicity that we didn't get completely bankrupted. Uh, yet. And usually we're still pretty busy- sometimes ol' Dickless and his buddies raise hell and get negative opinion pieces in the news again, and business dries up for a bit.
But a few public Class 5's usually remind everyone we're a good service to keep around.
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We never got any Stay Puft deal. Perhaps this is another difference between your world and my world, and an important one, at that. In my dimension, we were completely bankrupt for a few years. Of course, Venkman did his best to keep business churning, but under the scrutiny of the public eye and the pressures of such an intense capitalistic society, it was ultimately decided that we best close up shop. [He smirks slightly.] Though it wasn't a complete loss of time--I gained several invaluable experiences through my psychoanalytic research at Columbia.
[He pauses as he reaches for his bag for some snacks. Doppler skitters out of the way, vocalizing angrily. Egon ignores him.]
I'm curious to hear of any other specters you've encountered in your line of work--after all, it seems as though you have had more time to actually do some ghostbusting.
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[They were cheesy and great, Egon!!!]
Well we already told you about Slimer if you wanna know more about him. Then there was that one ghost that fed on electricity... as it turns out Walt Fleischman didn't actually die mysteriously, he just brought his cartoons to life and one of them kidnapped him... we went into and ended up destroying the New Jersey Parallelogram... we met the Boogieman once...
Oh right, you probably already know about the Boogieman, Egon.
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[Who. Who the fuck is Walt Fleischman???? Egon blinks, turning to stare at Ray. It takes about a full thirty seconds for him to continue what he was saying.]
The Boogieman? I didn't know there was a singular entity that responded to that name.
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Oh, hey, there's a difference. Our Egon heard the name "Boogieman" and flipped out. But yeah, we took care of him- blew up his whole dimension so he'd stop scaring kids- and Egon. Uh, other Egon.
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Hey wait a minute!
Our Egon got interested in the study of ghosts because the Boogieman terrorized him as a kid. If you don’t recognize him at all, how did you get into ghosts?
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[Egon opens his mouth to speak and then closes it again. He scratches the back of his head, pulling a Twinkay from his bag and unwrapping it.]
I conducted extensive research when I was younger, and I logically concluded that spirits and other supernatural phenomena existed. [...] I also wanted to be able to harness the psychokinetic energy for my own purposes--such untapped energy could be highly beneficial to the furthering of human technology, if it was able to be stabilized.
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[Pointed look at Ray on the screen. He takes another swig from the bottle.]
Huh. So basically: our Egon had a tragic backstory, but you just wanted to make ghost bombs.
[Venkman's been around Egon enough to know what "harnessing x for my own purposes" means.]
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[Also because he’s five and wanted to see what was happening.
Ray takes another sip of his beer before he perks up.]
I think it’s really neat! This is practically proof that fate exists! That even without a traumatic incident, Egon was still drawn to the supernatural and to us!
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[A very subtle difference. He adjust his glasses when Ray says that. Is he blushing, or is that the alcohol? It's hard to tell. When he speaks, his voice is notably softer.]
Ray, I would rather not get into my opinions on the predetermination of human life and the agenda of a higher being that may or may not be a chicken. [A dry smile appears on his face.] Though, in all honesty, I would not mind if it were fate that drew us all together.
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Aww. There's a romantic sap under all that stuffy science jargon, after all. Makes me wish I could be there to kiss ya both when the New Year turns over.
[Venkman glances briefly at the clock on his Pokegear, an affectionate grin on his face. A grin that very quickly slips away, replaced by mild panic. He leans into the Pokegear and grips it urgently, displacing Garfield and nearly dropping his beer in the process.]
Oh shit- shit! It's 12:03, we missed it- quick, make out with each other, it's not too late!
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[And then he hears the part about it being past midnight]
We missed it?! Damn, first Christmas and now th- [Wait what?!] Pete you can’t tell us to make out on the spot! There are children here.
[The children are his Pokémon.]
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Yes, children-- [He clears his throat and coughs.] I do not think partaking in that extreme aspect of a mating ritual would be--would be good.
[His words just left his brain. Bye. He fiddles with his glasses again.]
Then again, time is relative.
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[Garfield squirms away from him and hops onto the table as Venkman doubles over, wheezing with laughter as he rests his head on the table's edge.]
I thought- I thought you stopped that in undergrad- oh my GOD-
[He bangs a fist on the table, his shoulders shaking as he keeps giggling at Spengler's expense. The Pokegear shifts a bit at the impact, and the Litten sticks its face into the camera, peering at Ray and Egon with interest.
After a few more moments, Venkman finally manages to look up again, grinning widely.]
Does this mean- does this mean our Egon still calls it that, too, and I just don't know about it? Because when we find him again, I'm teasing the hell out of him for this.
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--merely a lapse in judgement under the influences of ethanol, known for its ability to lower mental inhibitions, and even so, it would still be an accurate descriptor of such behavior--
[He doesn't answer Peter's question, nor does he seem to realize that he's asked a question. Congrats. You've killed Egon.]
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Spengs, I dunno if you've noticed, but I don't think either of us ever kissed the other version of you with the intent of, uh- [He looks at Garfield. Venkman puts the bottle down and reaches over to gently cover the Litten's ears.] mating in the traditional sense. Since, that usually implies there's a baby at the end, right? That's like, the definition of "mating". [He'd do airquotes if his hands weren't occupied.]
You're a stickler for using the right terms for stuff, so you can't go around using an inaccurate term, right? How about copulation rituals? Coupling, pairing...? Or, even better- fornication rituals.
[He's very clearly just trying to get under Egon's skin at this point. At least he whispers the last words so that hopefully none of the Pokemon can pick it up.]
Anyway, I think this is the closest we've come to having kids. And it's about as close as I want to come to having kids.
... Speaking of, Ray, put your weird animals in their containment things and kiss Spengler for me, before he digs a bigger hole for himself.
i come back from a movie to This
And honestly he was starting to wonder if Venkman forgot he was here before he calls his name. Ray sits up a little straight as he seems a little offended by that remark.]
They're not weird! They're my children, Pete.
[But he takes out his Pokéballs anyway. He first turns to Jackie and wishes her a good night and a happy new year, before kissing her on the forehead. She whines slightly but gets into her Pokéball with no issue.
Ray then gently pats Dickens (who was still on Egon's hair sleeping) before also wishing him a happy new year and putting him in his Pokéball too.
Finally he turns to Egon and he hesitates.]
You alright with this, Spengs?
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Upon being asked, Egon nods in response to Ray, still struggling to come up with a complete sentence. Needless to say, his ability to form coherent thought had long flown out the window when Venkman began to talk.
...He holds out two Pokéballs to Ray, and gestures towards Faraday and Doppler.]
...Please.
[A pause as an idea hits him and he slowly lifts his head to look at the PokéGear.]
Well, if you're so insistent on me using correct terms, perhaps I should use fornication rituals as a term from now on.
[Is that a smirk?]
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And then he hears about the "fornication ritual" again and he wants to Die.]
Egie please, I love you but I really don't want to think about the possibilities of "fornication rituals" when we're camping out in freezing weather.
[But Ray still completely loves him so he's going to gently kiss him on the lips the moment he's certain all of the Pokémon are put away.]
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Sure, Spengs. Least it doesn't kill the mood as bad as "mating rituals" does. But please don't use that word around anyone that's not us. Ever.
... Actually, please do, but tell me ahead of time. I wanna record it for posterity. I wanna see people's reactions.
[And then Ray kisses Egon, and he just. Moves his hands that are over Garfield's ears to cover his eyes instead. Don't look at your other new dads kissing, you're just a baby.]
You know, its like, 12:10 now. You guys are pretty late, now- gotta make up for it.
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He's...Good lord, is he grinning? What the hell, Spengler?]
As I said earlier, time is relative.
[And he plants another gentle kiss on Ray's lips.]
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