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gone_byebyeAugust 15, Sometime in the 1980's
Evening
14 North Moore Street, Manhattan
"Trust me," said Egon. "All the calculations are coming out correct. Now all we need is some experimental evidence, and we'll have everything we need for a paper that'll blow the walls off every dimensional theory ever compiled."
Ray looked up at the frame of intertwined electronic elements that comprised the Firehouse's modified dimensional doorway. "I dunno about this, Egon," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. "This isn't like hopping into the containment unit, you know."
"You'll be fine," said the physicist, taking a moment to tuck a bit of white-blond nair back up out of his face. "Go on. I'll be at the controls the whole time."
Ray grimaced, then nodded. "Well, okay," he said, stepping forward. "I'll do it..."
The rest of his sentence was lost in air, light, mass, and space briefly warping into a single coherent whole, then popping back into separate parts with a plangent bong that echoed through the basement lab. Egon smiled faintly to himself, turning to note down what had just happened.
bong went the doorway again, moments later. He looked up sharply.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're dressed like a Chinese pirate," he said at last, after a few moments' staring. "I would like to know why you thought carrying a trapped ghost back here through the dimensional portal was a good idea, though."
Ray grimaced. "There was a party," he said. "I didn't mean to come here afterwards, but-"
"Oh, don't tell me," said Egon, covering his face with one hand. "Dimensional countercurrent balancing again?"
"Unfortunately so."
"This is not going to look good when we submit the results to Semiconductor Spintronics," Egon muttered.
"Submit-" The weirdly dressed Ray blanched, almost dropping the trap in his haste. "Okay, uh, we have to talk. Like, right now." He paused. "All of us."
Egon lifted an eyebrow.
"Things have gotten a heck of a lot bigger than either you or I could ever have realized. Everyone needs to know- Slimer and Janine, too."
"Peter's still mad at you, you know," Egon said neutrally. "You know he lets that affect his scientific opinion. What makes you think he'll listen?"
Ray ran both hands over his hair, grimacing to find it still felt the wrong length. At least his palms were still scarred; he'd grown a bit attached to the markings, somehow. "I'll speak to him first," he said. "I don't like to do it, but... I'll make him listen, if I have to."
Egon lifted the other eyebrow. "This is serious, isn't it..."
"More serious than I can summarize in a single sentence, yes."
"I'd like to ask a question first, if I may."
"Shoot."
"What happened to you out there? You weren't like this when we first met."
"I've had to do some serious growing up," said Ray. "Call the others. I'll explain it to all of you at once."
Evening
14 North Moore Street, Manhattan
"Trust me," said Egon. "All the calculations are coming out correct. Now all we need is some experimental evidence, and we'll have everything we need for a paper that'll blow the walls off every dimensional theory ever compiled."
Ray looked up at the frame of intertwined electronic elements that comprised the Firehouse's modified dimensional doorway. "I dunno about this, Egon," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. "This isn't like hopping into the containment unit, you know."
"You'll be fine," said the physicist, taking a moment to tuck a bit of white-blond nair back up out of his face. "Go on. I'll be at the controls the whole time."
Ray grimaced, then nodded. "Well, okay," he said, stepping forward. "I'll do it..."
The rest of his sentence was lost in air, light, mass, and space briefly warping into a single coherent whole, then popping back into separate parts with a plangent bong that echoed through the basement lab. Egon smiled faintly to himself, turning to note down what had just happened.
bong went the doorway again, moments later. He looked up sharply.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're dressed like a Chinese pirate," he said at last, after a few moments' staring. "I would like to know why you thought carrying a trapped ghost back here through the dimensional portal was a good idea, though."
Ray grimaced. "There was a party," he said. "I didn't mean to come here afterwards, but-"
"Oh, don't tell me," said Egon, covering his face with one hand. "Dimensional countercurrent balancing again?"
"Unfortunately so."
"This is not going to look good when we submit the results to Semiconductor Spintronics," Egon muttered.
"Submit-" The weirdly dressed Ray blanched, almost dropping the trap in his haste. "Okay, uh, we have to talk. Like, right now." He paused. "All of us."
Egon lifted an eyebrow.
"Things have gotten a heck of a lot bigger than either you or I could ever have realized. Everyone needs to know- Slimer and Janine, too."
"Peter's still mad at you, you know," Egon said neutrally. "You know he lets that affect his scientific opinion. What makes you think he'll listen?"
Ray ran both hands over his hair, grimacing to find it still felt the wrong length. At least his palms were still scarred; he'd grown a bit attached to the markings, somehow. "I'll speak to him first," he said. "I don't like to do it, but... I'll make him listen, if I have to."
Egon lifted the other eyebrow. "This is serious, isn't it..."
"More serious than I can summarize in a single sentence, yes."
"I'd like to ask a question first, if I may."
"Shoot."
"What happened to you out there? You weren't like this when we first met."
"I've had to do some serious growing up," said Ray. "Call the others. I'll explain it to all of you at once."
