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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[redsnout.livejournal.com]

This place is possibly even more ocnfusing to Raptor Red's senses than Milliways. Her first reaction to start sniffing madly, trying to make sense of the jumble. But at Ray's question she jerks her head up, bobbing it in a quick nod. "Khhht." And then it's back to sniffing.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter just grinned at him, "Hell yeah. Let's pay our ol' pal, Dickless a visit, shall we?"

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha's hair is pulled back, she's wearing her dark lab coat(the one that doesn't show most stains), and she's toting an ominous-looking gun along with several smaller gadgets.

"Ready."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Here and ready for butt-kicking," Danny said. He hadn't gone ghost quite yet, but he was eager to, and go make with the scaring.

"I'm going to try multiplying when we find that Peck guy--every time I try it I come out looking like Tetsuo from Akira on a bad day." He'd totally wet his shorts.

[steadfastknight]

Kitt looked around, slightly squinting as well before nodding. A parking lot - thoughtful. He could fade into the maze of cars for a little bit and come back shifted. "Underground and three miles down..." he murmured. "That's stretching my sensors a little, but if I can talk to the local network, we'll see if I can't narrow it down a little."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew hunches his shoulders a little and nods in response to Ray's question.*

A mall. Why'd it have to be a mall?

*Maybe it'll be less creepy underground. One can hope.*

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht carefully sounds the ground.

"Johnny's right. Shall I play Key To The City?"

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

FX was, once again, non-corporeal but dressed in his best ninja-badass outfit.

"Would it be incredibly cliche to quote Shakespeare right now?" he asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

[stilljustandrew]

*interested* What'd you have in mind?

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

In a flash, the ninja suit is gone, replaced by doublet and hose with a lace collar.

He's also holding a skull.

"I was thinking about the old 'Cry HAVOK! And let slip the dogs of war!' But that might be overdone."

And also from an entirely different play than Hamlet.

[gone_byebye]

"I don't think we have any bears to pursue anybody with..."

[k_in_black]

K is off to one side, studying the display on his scanner with a look of contempt.

"And they call this a secure installation."

Not looking up, but loud enough for Ray to hear, K adds,

"Good to go, Chief."

[stilljustandrew]

So long as the villains don't quote Shakespeare, I think we're okay.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Egon (the blond one) comes racing out. He's got his proton pack, a few other devices, and, frighteningly, a flute in his belt.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to arrange for a few special measures. The time differential seems to be highly flexible."

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

FX snickers and morphs his clothes back.

"Yeah. Heros can quote Shakespeare but villians quoting the Bard is just cheesy. Come on! Time to tell Peck, 'Lay on your duff!'"

[gone_byebye]

"Um, Egon?" Ray says warily- he's been reading a bit too much Lovecraft lately. "What's with the flute?"

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

"Oh, this," Egon pulls it out. "It turns out that centuries ago, one of my ancestors bound a powerful beast in a well in New England. We woke it up once, and then put it back to sleep. Just in case we require that magnitude of power, I am prepared."

About this time, a pink Cadillac with an ENORMOUS robot dog head sticking out of the passenger-side back window pulls up. Driving it is the local-universe Egon (brown hair), wearing his work jumpsuit and an expression that, if looks could maim, would have Walter Peck's limbs fall off right there. He gets out, opens the rear passenger-side door, and looks sourly at his counterpart. "Everything's ready."

[stilljustandrew]

...you are so odd.

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Foxtrot only laughs.

Like this is news?

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda is [ooc: hopefully not too late to join] present and accounted for, with a bag over her shoulder containing more homemade explosives than you want to know about. "I'm good," she says cheerfully, patting the aforesaid bag.

[masterofsoresu]

Obi-Wan looks as composed as usual, albeit not quite like a Jedi in the white suit the Bar (for whatever obscure reason) provided. "I'm ready," he says, tucking his inactive 'sabre into an inside pocket.

[md_donighal]

The man in the gray suit radiates a nervous energy even standing still. If you look closely, you can see a faint heat-haze surrounding him. "If we didn't care about the shoppers, I could probably drill our way down," he says. It's not exactly a reassuring statement, nor is it particularly meant to be.

And we're under way!

[gone_byebye]

"We'll keep that in mind as a backup," Ray promises. "But that's what the Lieutenant here is for." He gestures to the Horta. "Naraht, just as soon as Kitt gets us a fix on the direction and location, could you maybe chew your way into an access tunnel? I don't expect you to do the full three miles, of course, but there's got to be a way for the humans to get in and out."

[gone_byebye]

Ray gives Egon a Look. Nothing good ever comes out of wells in New England. Ever.

"All right," he says- and then grins at the sight of his own world's Egon. "Fantastic. Here, Francis! Here boy!" As the robot dog trots up to Ray's side he says, "Let's get this party started."

[gone_byebye]

"Great," Ray says. "Need any introductions, or shall we get under way?"