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Mid-January, 2008
RCMP/Ministry of Extraordinary Threats Emergency Hangar
Alert, Nunavut, CA

Even in times of the highest tension and most danger, people find ways to keep themselves busy, and neither the Ghostbusters nor the men and women of the world's northern watch bureaus were any great exception. "Ray? Ray! Ray, check it out." Venkman shook his friend's shoulder. "Egon's in a fight with one of the Inquanok guys."

Ray opened an eye and glanced sideways. Several of the Danish contingent and a couple of the Pohjola Project's Sami members were gathered in a semicircle centered on Egon and a broad-faced, dark-eyed man in Danish uniform. "Wow. Spengs is looking kinda..."

"Green," Winston finished for both of them. "That's freaky. What are they fighting about?"

"The worst thing they've ever eaten," said Venkman. "Eske's winning."

Ray and Winston exchanged glances. They both knew Egon's eating habits. "How?" Ray finally asked.

"That's not food," Egon suddenly said, loud enough to be heard over the snickering Greenlanders. "That's biological waste. You can't consider anything with that level of ammonia in it to qualify as edible."

"This from the man who admits to eating casu marzu," said his opponent with the serene smile of a man who knows he's won. "Hákarl is nothing-"

Winston shook his head. Ray gave up on the possibility of a nap and stood up. "Has anyone seen where Captain Korpan went?" he asked, and one of the Finns pointed. "Thank you."

He found the Canadian in the tiny office attached to the hangar, one hand pressing his headset against his ear and the other taking frantic notes. As Ray walked in Korpan lifted his eyes, winced, and held up a piece of paper that read:

Magnetic fields flaring
Deep ones report Russian helicopter near 82.7° N 114.4° W
Radio comms dorppinng like brick

A moment later Korpan scribbled one last line:

Dammit, I can spell. Marines on the way. Tell the others. We're going in.

Ray shuddered, nodded, and went in search of a better door.

[OOC: Assume everyone will be arriving from Milliways within five minutes of each other. Also, don't click on the food links above if you have a weak stomach.]

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"Thank you Miss Flying Squirrel ma'am." He looked at the older superhero and set the device into his belt, right near the front for quick and easy usage. "Since, you, Mr. Korpan, and Ray know my identity...could you guys please just call me Moon Shadow outside?"

Edited 2008-01-26 21:49 (UTC)

"Ah. Gotcha." She cringes a little. "Sorry about that."

"Sorry," Ray says, ducking his head.

Captain Korpan says, blandly, "I don't believe I ever heard another name, Moon Shadow."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. Is there anything else?"

"Try not to die," says Korpan. "There's a real possibility that a human or Deep One death in the vicinity will qualify as some kind of blood sacrifice to entities we really don't want to see come through."

"Nobody's dyin' on my watch," says the Flying Squirrel with confidence.

"Good," says Korpan. "In that case, the snowmobile's right this way..."

[OOC: Okay, did you guys want to continue in this thread, or do you want a new thread for the ACTION!!!, or what? I'm good either way.]

Edited 2008-01-27 00:11 (UTC)