A trail of aching derrières- next time they'll be more thoughtful

[gone_byebye]

The door opens onto an expanse of asphalt, steel, and glass. Nearby a sign reads:

WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA

4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD

It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"

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[gone_byebye]

Ray nods and steps forward, twisting the proton pack's intensity dial up to 11.

(Yes, these go to 11.)

"Everybody-"

He takes careful aim at the doors at the far end of the hallway, takes a deep breath, and fires.

"MOVE!!"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter had given Egon a barely innocent look of 'What?' Even though he was definitely not happy about the water.

Funny thing. He seemed drier than most. Weird.

Which made the running part a lot easier, and finally close to the exit.

"Ok, that's the best thing you said all day, Ray!" Peter yelled back to him as he started encouraging the crowd of heroes to beat feet.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht pulls out in front of the pack and puts on speed as the crowd going through the doors abruptly parts to either side at Ray's "encouragement". Simply put, those doors are too narrow to let a good number of people through at once.

CRASH!

Amazing how proper application of Horta can expand an egress.

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Foxtrot is the next out...and he skids to a stop when he sees where this door leads. It's an office comlex at first look. But there are a good many more meeting rooms than you'd expect. There are some rather shell-shocked looking people scattered about holding clipboards and pencils.

The kitsune casually strolls up to the front of the office where FC bureaucrats are bolting through the main door...into the mall. He glances at the sign outside and snickers.

"A survey company!" he says. "Figures that a secret, evil organization would use an openly evil company for a front."

[gone_byebye]

Slowly- one by one- the employees of Mid-America Marketing raise their hands over their heads in the universal gesture of 'touchdown'-

Oh, no, wait, sorry, wrong gestural vocabulary set. 'Surrender', more like.

"Please don't shoot," says the woman behind the front desk. "We didn't see anything. We swear."

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

"Phhrt?" Raptor Red eyes the employees curiously for a moment, tilting her head from one side to another in a birdlike fashion. With a snort, she looks back to the rest of the group, doing her best to give them a questioning look-something that's expressed more through her posture than expression. She's not sure if these are the fun, chasable humans or not.

[gone_byebye]

"Not these guys, Red," Ray says firmly. "Just go home. Back to the Bar. Okay? Get out and go."

He gestures to the others. "Okay, people. We've spent enough of these good people's time. Let's boogie on back to the Bar and let them forget we ever darkened their doorstep."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew waves cheerily at the office denizens.* Sorry about this, folks. We'll be out of your hair in just a moment.

We got our door back to the Bar, Ray?

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"...We're done with the scaring people? Awww, maaan."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht chuckles as he tries to make his way through the desks without causing too much damage.

"All good things must come to an end," he says to Danny.
Then he accidentally jostles a desk and the man sitting behind it with his hands in the air squeaks and faints dead away.

"Ooops. Then again..."

[gone_byebye]

Ray points at the door back to the mall. "That's our way back," he says. "Head on through, everybody. Spengs, tell Ecto I'll be home as soon as I can, okay? And let the NYPD know I'd like my 'sabre back?"

He gestures to the others to head out as they wish.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Brown-Egon nods. "I'll do that, Ray. We'll see you when you get back."

The three Egons shake hands, with small smiles and a series of "Dr. Spenger"s, and then head through the door.

Blond-Egon says, "Fido, give." The Dragon bends its head down and drops Walter Peck on his head on the ground, the suit soaked with draconic spittle, then squeezes through the door. "See you in the bar, Ray. Dr. Spengler, if you will?" Black-hair-Egon bows a little and goes into the bar, and Blond-Egon follows along.

[gone_byebye]

Ray nods. "I'll be along in a second-" He looks back at the people of Mid-America Marketing. "Okay, everybody. Sorry we made such a mess around here. You can send the bill to one Mr. Alphonse Jannot, of the Environmental Protection Agency, care of Project Foliage Census. He'll be happy to lend a hand cleaning up."

He grins, counts over who's left, and waves. "You all take care now, okay?"

And then he's gone.

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Foxtrot is the last of the group. He begins to exit...but turns around at the last second with a manic grin on his face. Several employees start calculating the distance between them and the nearest solid object big enought to hide behind.

But that precaution turns out to be unnecessary. Suddenly there's a cartoon pig standing in place of the young man.

"A-bedea-badea-badea-That's All Folks!" he yells before he vanishes through the door.