Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Big Blue

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The IBM Supercomputer Benchmarking Plant in Poughkeepsie lies at the center of an enormous corporate campus on the northern side of town. As far as Ray can tell, that's where the really hairy readings were coming from, although he could of course be wrong.

He's about to find out. Ecto pulls to a stop just outside the main entrance to the IBM property. "Are we good?" Ray asks.

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Peck is staring at Ray with the sort of horrified expression normally reserved for "Congratulations, ma'am, you've given birth to a bouncing baby Chthonian". Not that Ray notices; he's back in the box up to his shoulders, prying the interior panels off. "Yep," he says, lifting his head. "Hey, Peck, come here and have a look at this. This thing's all rebar."

"What?"

"Well, technically not rebar. More like interior framework with gold plated wood paneling. Built, I might note, out of cold riveted dowels with what looks very much like cores of pure selenium- Andrew!" He lifts his head and shouts. "Andrew! Who do we know who builds things out of cold riveted girders with pure selenium cores?"

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew, who has just managed to stop laughing, starts afresh.*

... Oh you have GOT to be putting me on.

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"No, sir," says Ray, "I am not. GARION! DO SOMETHING NOW!"

Because they might be laughing their asses off, but Peck? Still has that switch.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

All it takes is one word.

"Rock."

Not that it was an especially elegant word, but elegance is overrated.

...and while that stalagmite now standing next to Peck might in fact have a lovely pattern of limestone, it is not an EMP generator anymore. Nor can it function as such.

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Peck?

O____O

Because really, what the hell else is he supposed to do?

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda has an excellent idea of what he's supposed to do.

It starts with shooting twenty feet up in the air in under three seconds.

And then being shaken like a rug, upside-down, for another quarter minute or so.

When he's feeling sufficiently like a rag doll in the hands of a temperamental child - and really, it's an apt comparison - she holds him perfectly still at roughly Ecto's head height.

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Ecto isn't grinning, exactly, although she's coming very, very close. She's also tilting her head to one side and peering at the screaming man. "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings," she says, "but I kinda think you abused yours just a little bit." She does something complicated behind her back and produces a very, very small object in one hand, and a jug of water in the other.

(In the distance, the observant will note that there are approaching sirens. Peck's remaining henchmen are not observant. This is not entirely their fault. THey were so busy watching the goings-on that they failed to notice that they were being backed into corners by Ray's pseudo-shoggoths.)

Ceremoniously, Ecto punctures the jug of water and pours its contents into the tiny object on her hand. Then she puts the jug away. "Garion?" she says. "I hope you picked a really good species."

One huge robotic hand snakes out and snatches Peck out of midair, and holds him head-down over the palm of her other hand.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"I like to think I did," he says with a smile that really shouldn't look so wolfish. He looks so nice usually.

Then he turns to Peck.

"You know, when my Aunt did this, she also made the woman immortal."

He scratches at one ear.

"Except I really really don't like you."

Then he points at the man above the bowl, focuses his intent, and speaks.

"Fish."

And what drops into the bowl but the most surprised beta fish ever to swim around in a tiny tiny bowl.

...while there might be a special hell reserved for child molesters and people who talk at the movies, Walter Peck's will involve a quart of New York's best tap water and a tiny fluorescent pink ceramic castle. And Garion is pretty damn pleased with that.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's grinning.*

And that, gentlemen and ladies, is how we do that.

*He raises his voice a little and addresses the nearest of Peck's people, who by now are staring rather pop-eyed.*

And guys? When your boss gets turned into a fish, I think that means you can go home now.

[basic_powers]

Tyler approaches the bowl, tapping the side of the glass lightly.

""Mr. Walter Peck? As the Representative of ps238, and one of Ecto's friends, I would like to heatily welcome you to the rest of your life as an ornamental fish. You deserve much worse, jerkface."

There may be some truly grosteque face-making at this point, before turning to stand next to andrew and add. "Unless they'd like to participate in a superhero training program. I've still got 7 tazer shots left."

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The fish does this. It's hard to give a kid the finger when you haven't got fingers any more.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Andrew," says Ray, who's still standing up on the flatbed next to the fake Ark. "The cavalry's arrived."

And sure enough, it has. Those sirens in the distance are here, at every street and path and aperture leading to the park, and men with guns and uniforms- decent uniforms- are pouring out of cars and vans in every color, shape, and size. One such van discharges an apparently unarmed, un-uniformed man instead... "Yo, Ray!" shouts Peter Venkman, clambering up onto the van roof. "I brought the state troopers!"

"FBI over here," calls Winston, surrounded by angry-looking men in suits.

"And the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms wants to ask some of these gentlemen a few questions, too," says Egon from a third pathway, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Ray smiles and looks to the others. "I think," he says, "that we'll let these guys take it from here. Come on. Let's get you back to the Bar. I'll be there as soon as I've introduced Mr. Peck to our Federal friends."

And that, as they say, is that.