New York In The Time Of Monsters - Port Authority

[gone_byebye]

The door opens onto the corner of Thirty-ninth and Eighth streets on a bright and sunny afternoon. It's a cluster of what most Americans would consider alarmingly large buildings- strictly average for New York, you understand. Forty and fifty floors, tops. You get much taller ones further south, in the Financial District. You get more people here, though- lots of them, in and out of the buildings- and a lot more cars, most of which are being driven by desperate people all striving like hell to beat each other to the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel.

None of the electric signs are working. None of the street lights are functioning. The buildings' shadows are only penetrated by headlights, taillights, and reflections of sun- which is probably exactly as the creatures roaring to each other somewhere nearby like it. It's hard to tell where they are, what with the throngs of people and cars-

Well. No.

The ones who're screaming and running like hell are probably a really good directional clue.

"I got a radio for you from the Bar," says Ray. "Call me or the other Ghostbusters on it if you need anything, okay? I'm going back to the Bar to see who else can lend a hand."

Comments

[slayer_fray]

...slashy death!

Mel's sort of, kind of doing this for the audience now. She holds the scythe under the blade, and slice up from low, slicing cleanly across the tiger's throat.

Smirking all the while, now.

[gone_byebye]

Paff.

The dust rains down on all sides, and the bones clatter to the floor.

And the people- cops, pedestrians, and medical types alike- applaud like mad.

(Later there will be a widespread conviction that this was the work of an overzealous movie publicist, and people will swear up and down that there was a film based on the Jurassic Park premise in the works using ancient mammals, and the studio was forced to can it after lawsuits caused by the events of today. This incident is going to figure large in their arguments, believe us. It's too pretty not to.)

[slayer_fray]

Mel lifts her head, proudly, and slides her scythe home, hitching her trophy skull up onto her hip.

As she starts forward, she's forcing herself not to limp, and to let the crowd be - well, her people, sort of.

"You people don't having some fleeing in terror to be doing?"

[gone_byebye]

"We tried that," one of them says. "The streets're too backed up to get through anywhere."

One of the cops, though, is listening carefully to his radio; he glances up and calls out, "Hey! They've just cleared that monster bear thing out of the 42nd Street Ferry!"

... and this is what it looks like when several thousand New Yorkers all start trying to migrate into a single street at the same moment. (Except for the ones who're calling out questions about the movie and asking for Mel's autograph.)

[slayer_fray]

Mel steps back, especially from the autograph hunters. She's not willing to start coming up with excuses - that's Ray's job.

But the crowd's too strong, and she doesn't know where she's heading, and..

...oh well, to hell with it. Mel drops her hand to her Security badge and taps it hard, stepping back into the terminal so no one sees her vanish into thin air.

There's no place like home.