New York In The Time Of Monsters - NY Waterway Ferry Terminal

[gone_byebye]

The problem with whole herds of prehistoric monsters is that sooner or later you're gonna lose track of a few, and they aren't always really good at keeping up with the rest of the herd. Not when there's tasty tasty prey about and a nice convenient off-ramp from the elevated highway down to the land of tastiness.

New York is currently in the middle of a blackout. New York Waterway is currently operating ferry service off the island of Manhattan.

Or they were, before all the screaming started.

Comments

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah, I'm fine -- I didn't get bounced off a bus," Sam tosses back.

"What about you?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Peachy."

Dean grabs Sam's shoulder, careful but tight, just to check.

He is in no way favoring one arm. Nope. Not this Winchester.

"You see anything else around?"

Dean doesn't. Yet. Except for some more panicking civilians. Those're probably dangerous enough.

[gavemea_45]

"No, but--"

There's a loud squeal of static from the half-forgotten satchel, followed by a broadcast over the NYPD police band radio that Ray had handed over.

"-- you have got to be kidding me."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Rico?"

Dean always concentrates on the important stuff.

"What the hell?"

[gavemea_45]

"You can ask her about it once we get there, okay?"

Sam looks around, then points toward the ferry terminal.

"Come on!"

[gone_byebye]

The terminal is a building designed with open spaces and lots of natural light in mind, an open rectangular space walled in by glass. The river is on one of the long sides, and the ticket sellers' booths are on the other. They're quite empty, of course. Nobody in their right mind was going to stay around when that thing was on the loose.

There are, however, a few people left on the river side of the doors. This is because they figured- correctly- that the beast couldn't or wouldn't bother itself to come out and attempt to get on one of the ferries. The smallest ferry, named the John Lindsey, is the one closest to the docks. Its pilot is watching the land side warily, his flare gun in his hands in case the beast comes back.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yo, dude!"

Dean figures sometimes the straightforward approach works.

And if not, at least he's keeping the pilot-guy busy so Sam can be sneaky. Or whatever.

"Mind if we borrow your boat?"

[gone_byebye]

The pilot's head whips 'round and he stares. "What the hell do you- what just happened over there?" he asks, jerking his flare gun towards where the creature's bones can still be seen. "Was that you?"

[gavemea_45]

Sometimes explaining is faster than anything else, he knows.

"Yeah, that was us. And we've got to get to Chelsea Piers now to help deal with the rest of it so that things can get back to normal, okay?"

Or as normal as things ever are in New York, that is.

"So -- are you gonna take us there, or are we piloting ourselves?"

[gone_byebye]

"Buddy," says the pilot, "I've never seen anything like it and I don't ever think I wanna. Welcome aboard."

As he throws down the gangplank for the two of them he adds, "So, you guys with the Ghostbusters or what?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Pretty much, yeah."

Dean grins crookedly, slinging his shotgun into a more comfortable carrying position and climbing on board.

"Independent contractors, or something, right Sammy?"

[gavemea_45]

"Something like that, yeah."

Even in the middle of everything, Sam gives Dean a quick grin as he steps onto the ferry.

"I guess you could say we're colleagues from out of town."

[gone_byebye]

"Sweet. Man, with all the weird crap we've had this year, it's about time they got some help in..."

He's gonna talk all the way south to the pier if he's left to his own devices.