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14 North Moore St
Manhattan
Mid-Afternoon

The door opens on a cloudy day in New York City; the air is cool, the winds are stirring, and the alley, as usual, has more than a few discarded papers and plastic bags blowing around. "Looks about right," Ray comments, stepping through. "Welcome to New York City, folks."

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Ryan will gladly let River play with the dog.

"Is Ecto here now? Or is she out on a call?"

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River peers at the little bot's sensor units and antenna array. "It's very sophisticated." It doesn't register as 'dog' with her though.

She stands up and brushes her hands off, coming to stand next to Ryan as she peers up at the façade of the firehouse. Again, she does a little spin, holding one hand over her eyes as she follows a helicopter overhead.

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"She's here," Ray says. "Francis, signal Ecto, please."

"WHURF," Francis answers, and cocks his head. A moment later the garage door opens, and "Hi, Dad!" rings out.

Ecto's taken the step of upgrading her voice synthesizer to sound more like an adult now than her original five-year-old girl voice. It makes certain things easier- like rolling into the street and introducing herself to newcomers.

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River's eyes go wide as she takes in the full sight of Ray's Cybertronian offspring. It -- she looks just like an automobile.

Her shoulder touches Ryan's as she speaks. "That must come in terribly handy in remote situations."

That being the K-9 remote sensors.

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Ryan's watching the psuedo-car curiously as it rolls out, standing still for River. He's familiar with the image, not so much the voice behind it.

I always rather wanted one myself, he tells his mate privately, misunderstanding the comment.

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"Hi, everybody!" Ecto adds. "Dad, who've you got this time?"

"Ecto, honey, these are Captain Richard Ryan and Dr. River Song, from Milliways," Ray says. "They're both werewolves, but not the Lupusville kind. Dr. Song, Captain Ryan, this is my daughter Ecto."

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you," Ecto says solemnly. "Dad, can I-"

"Go right ahead," Ray says, and there's a brief set of possibly familiar electronic noises as metal slides over metal and the car stands up.

Ecto would grin if she had the face for it, but despite the icon she's more like a movie Cybertronian in design. The best she can do is put the smile in her voice as she notes, "It's easier to shake hands this way."

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River's eyes do not get any smaller. (She'll ask Ray about Lupusville.)

"The pleasure is all ours, Ecto. I mean, I've heard so much about you, but to see you -- you look smashing in white."

She reaches out a hand in greeting.

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It is one thing to see a video of this on a phone.

It is another entirely to see it first hand. BIG.

"Agreed," Ryan says once he stops having to gape up. He'll shake hands (finger?) once River has. "Ray is always pleased to mention you."

He has to admit this is rather incredible. (He still wants one.)

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"Thank you both," says Ecto cheerfully, shaking first the one hand and then the other. "I figured I'd better get changing out of the way. Dad tends to forget to warn people about that." She cocks her head curiously. "So what brings you guys here, anyway?"

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"Just a visit to the firehouse. And possibly the aquarium? Oh and maybe the library, if there's time."

Did they have a set agenda? Hmm.

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Ryan rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "I'm afraid we're playing tourist, once we get some initial testing out of the way."

He arches an eyebrow at the other two humans sized folk.

"Is that correct?"

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"About the size of it," Ray agrees. "If there's anybody you want to meet, let me know now. Egon's on his way home from an antique book fair at the old Armory on Sixty-fifth, but the other guys are mostly out."

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River cocks an eyebrow at Ryan, a smile blossoming at the mention of antique books.

"Let's get the necessaries out of the way first, and then we'll go adventuring. Possibly for dinner. If I know Captain Ryan, he'll be hungry enough to eat a horse by dinner time

It's an expression.

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"Entirely possible," Ryan allows innocently before telling Ray, "I'll be sure to let the ones across the street alone."

He would like to see Winston, but he feels there's little point when the other man won't know him. It would just be...strange.

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"If you're really dead set on horsemeat there are a few vendors on the island who can provide it," Ray says. "Otherwise we'll see what we can do. In the meantime, come on inside, and try not to look like you have jellybeans in your pockets."

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"I was kidding! It's only an expression." She loops her arm through Ryan's, blushing a bit. "He knows I was kidding, doesn't he?"

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"I think he's used to dining with those with odd food tastes," Ryan says thoughtfully, guiding River after Ray.

"I can tell you he wasn't kidding about the jelly beans." He's already keeping a sharp eye out for a certain ghost.

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"In my line of work it just doesn't pay to assume anything," Ray says. "Between the Deep Ones, the ghosts, my dead grandfather, and the French ambassador to the Deep Ones, things can get a little odd when it comes menu time. And then there's Slimer, who eats anything that's not nailed down or made of chromium steel."

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River's eyes widen a touch at the sincerity in Ray's scent. "But... if he's non-corporeal? Why would he want to ingest anything? And can he? And you never mentioned your dead grandfather, did you?"

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"Because that's what Slimer does." He's grumbling a bit. Don't mind him. He's starting to rethink his decision to hide scents and not notice the ozone coming.

He looks to Ray. "At least the one in the universe I visited. Is this one any different?"

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"He's not as smart as the one in the animated continuum," Ray says after a moment's thought. "He understands English reasonably well but he's only got pet-level intelligence at best. The other Slimer was capable of reading and the occasional act of assisting in household maintenance. This spud... well, he's about as bright as you'd expect a reasonably intelligent personification of the concept of 'appetite' to be, no more."

"I'm not sure if I did or not. Grandpa Maxim manifests once a week at Ben's Kosher Deli up on Thirty-eighth. He was a Marine- died when I was thirteen years old, buried in his uniform. Somehow or other he managed to sell the uniform so that he could manifest at the deli and be a paying customer with full right and reason to appear on the premises instead of being a mere haunting. We meet on Thursdays. He likes pastrami."

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"Oh my goodness. Well, I see your aversion to him, then." She's looking around a bit, taking in the sights of the firehouse.

"And Ray that's -- wonderful. How amazing to be able to meet him and converse with him. I bet there are war stories aplenty."

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Ryan glowers a bit at nothing in particular as Ray finishes describing Slimer.

He sets it aside soon enough to listen to Ray answer the question.

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"Oh yeah. Grandpa Maxim fought in the Pacific theater during World War 2. He's great conversation, but he takes constant advantage of the fact that he's a non-corporeal entity now to disappear whenever my back is turned and the check arrives. Not that he doesn't leave partial payment, but okay this is the part where you duck and cover your heads, all right?"

"GRBLAH!" yells Slimer cheerfully as the spud descends through a patch of ceiling quite close to what appears to be a full-sized hanging carnosaur skull of some kind.

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River, for her part, does as instructed, using Richard as a shield. The snarl that boils up in her throat is completely involuntary.