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gone_byebye) wrote2008-01-25 10:39 am
gone_byebye) wrote2008-01-25 10:39 am
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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.]
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.]
Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter
He sets up a small rocket and throws several small balls inside before fiddling with the keypad. 5 shots come out of the tube leaving smoke into the air before moving around and leaving a firey sign in the sky.
HPLEH
Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter
One of the women talks with the President for a bit, then indicates the helicopter. She'll be flying him- and the incapacitated goons, and Matochkin- back to base. As for Tyler, he'll be riding with the other two, and he'll probably be glad of it.