"Lady's got the right idea," Venkman replied. "We got a way to get you out of here so we're gonna take. Everyone who can fit get on the bus!" That last part was mainly aimed towards Dear Lois.
"Don't worry about me." A pair of wings stretched out from her body. "I gleamed our destination from your mind so I should be able to find it."
"Well great, did you uuh...see something else in there."
"I did," She smiled knowingly. "And I appreciate the sentiment."
With that Winston sat down in the driving seat for the bus as they began herding the group into the bus. Everyone managed to fit inside and with the Ecto-1 taking point sirens wailing they were off. Considering that it was going to take awhile Winston flipped on the radio.
The weather was starting to get worser the road up ahead was barely visible. If anyone was expected a sightseeing tour they were going to be disappointed. Time was lost to the group as they drove on until finally reaching their destination.
"First and last stop the Firehouse. Thank you for riding Ghostbusters travels and wehope we'll see you again," Winston joked as he opened the bus door to let the group exit the bus. As they stepped out they even found that Dear Lois had managed to stay close to them no worse for wear.
"Come on let's get inside before we freeze our butts off." The Ghostbusters took point and lead the group into the firehouse where they were met by two women, one with red hair and glasses and one with long blue hair wrapped in a pony tail.
"Honey, we're home! And we brought some strays. Can we keep them?" Venkman replied as they stepped in.
"What are you talking about Pe-" As she turned to face the Ghostbusters she noticed the group behind them. "...Is this like the turtles or when we teamed up with all the Ghostbusters from different realities."
"Yeah."
"Kind of."
"Sorta."
"...Alright." The woman went back to doing what she was doing when they came in.
"Janine Melvitz, our receptionst." Ray went straight for the introductions. "And the one talking in the phone and reading the book is Kylie Griffin."
"Look I got to call you back, something big just walked through the door. Stay safe out there. Yeah, the boys just walked in, I'll tell them." Kylie hung up the phone and looked up at the group. "That was Melanie. She just said for every ghost they bag two others pop up. So far they are doing okay but with the weather as it is on top of the ghosts it's going to get ugly quick."
"Then we're going to head back out there. This is our city and we're not going to let any ghosts take over," Ray replied with confidence.
"Guess we're rolling out again, and I just started to get feeling back to my toes..."
"Wait. Are you leaving us here?" Hector had been awfully quiet but to just leave them here. "Some of us have knowledge and skill to face these creatures, if there is an invasion of undead then would not our help be a boon to you?"
The Ghostbusters looked at each other before Ray spoke up again. "While we appreciate it, it's clear that some of you are just regular civilians and we just don't have the equipment or time to get everyone up to speed. For now just stay here and hold the fort down and we'll try to figure something out when we get back. If you really want to help, help Kylie by cracking up some tomes to try and see if you can find anything about this whole situation."
"It's a it's not you it's me situation, don't worry about it," Venkman responded in turn.
"Look like I said, if we figure out how and why you guys ended up here then we can try to figure something out. Think of it like holding down the fort. The firehouse is really important to us and with you here we know it's in good hands," Ray added.
"Yeah sure ignore the two who were already holding down the fort," Janine snarked.
"Present company not excluded of course. We'll keep you posted." With that the four Ghostbusters headed outside and soon they heard the Ecto-1 sirens blasting and going further away before vanishing completely.
The group now stood alone at the entrance left to their own devices.
"...There's some Chinese food and pizza in the fridge if any of you are hungry," Janine replied to the group.
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"A vision of the future indeed. I know a scientist or two who'd kill to take a look at this science-y stuff, I'll bet," Ethan commented as he looked around inside the bus as it rode on, feeling self-consciously primitive. He definitely felt out of place, out of his element, but hey, if Grell was enjoying herself, maybe he should try it too.
Maybe he was ultimately the weird one for finding the horseless carriage stranger than Dear Lois sprouting wings and flying off, but at least with the latter, the sight resembled something he'd seen before back where he came from. Cripes.
Once they reached their destination, apparently where these so-called Ghostbusters operated from, after tipping his hat as a polite greeting toward the two women he and the group had passed by (actively choosing to not think much about the quip of them teaming up with turtles), it seemed that the four had left just as abruptly, as though the group were dropped off like an unwanted piece of... Well, anyway. Fair enough, Ethan figured to himself, if they were gonna go out to tend to their duties, which may or may not include solving how they all got here in the first place. With that all said, left to his own devices, Ethan decided to humor Grell.
"Heh, the usual," he said, causally putting a hand on his hip, "Just wandering, traveling. Running into all sorts of weird shit, which I suppose hasn't stopped at all. And of course... Always seeing a pretty little thing with red hair in my dreams, as fleeting as the best of my dreams."
When Janine spoke of some food that they had in the building for the group, it was one thing that they had Chinese food (did international trade really progress so much that food from there becomes commonplace?), but the man couldn't help but furrow a brow at the other food choice listed, having never heard the term before.
"Pardon me, miss," he started to Janine.
"... What's pizza?"
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"Interesting..." Jim hummed to himself, his brow tense. "A Lois... from a future beyond the 52..." At last, the pieces had began to fall into place. Even without his divine foresight, Corrigan was able to connect the dots laid out before him. For a man displaced in time by a mere year, seeing the destruction of a world yet to be in such cruel flames was enough to collect his full attention. To think he had allowed himself to focus his frame of vision so tightly as to ignore the future of his own timeline... shameful. His mission transcended the barriers between worlds- Lois world was as much his responsibility as hers. He wouldn't be blind anymore; his mind had been opened up to a wider multiverse, one much in need of judgement. When he addressed Lois for a second time, he spoke with a voice that was not his own, calling with the cry of one hundred men. "A crisis in another time... One I shall prevent, so says the Spectre! Once the crisis at hand is resolved, I shall be paying such a world a visit... to pass my verdict..."
"A vision of the future indeed. I know a scientist or two who'd kill to take a look at this science-y stuff, I'll bet," Ethan commented as he looked around inside the bus as it rode on, feeling self-consciously primitive. He definitely felt out of place, out of his element, but hey, if Grell was enjoying herself, maybe he should try it too.
Maybe he was ultimately the weird one for finding the horseless carriage stranger than Dear Lois sprouting wings and flying off, but at least with the latter, the sight resembled something he'd seen before back where he came from. Cripes.
Once they reached their destination, apparently where these so-called Ghostbusters operated from, after tipping his hat as a polite greeting toward the two women he and the group had passed by (actively choosing to not think much about the quip of them teaming up with turtles), it seemed that the four had left just as abruptly, as though the group were dropped off like an unwanted piece of... Well, anyway. Fair enough, Ethan figured to himself, if they were gonna go out to tend to their duties, which may or may not include solving how they all got here in the first place. With that all said, left to his own devices, Ethan decided to humor Grell.
"Heh, the usual," he said, causally putting a hand on his hip, "Just wandering, traveling. Running into all sorts of weird shit, which I suppose hasn't stopped at all. And of course... Always seeing a pretty little thing with red hair in my dreams, as fleeting as the best of my dreams."
When Janine spoke of some food that they had in the building for the group, it was one thing that they had Chinese food (did international trade really progress so much that food from there becomes commonplace?), but the man couldn't help but furrow a brow at the other food choice listed, having never heard the term before.
"Pardon me, miss," he started to Janine.
"... What's pizza?"
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Jack hung her dual-coats by the coathanger, alongside everyone's hats, probably. She proceeds to explore the fridge, then turns back for a bit when Grell striked up a conversation.
"When we woke up, Mother played us a nice tune on the piano. It's something we'll always remember. We continued on with the Holy Grail War, that was... until..."
Jack shed a single tear as a memory passed through her, before leaving the fridge.
"The one who called herself Atalanta... she was known as the Archer of Red in the Grail War we were in... we don't remember what she did at that particular point, but everytime we try to remember, we feel loss, the greatest loss of all actually. She took something from us, that we know. Afterwards, her arrow shot through our spine and into our heart. What happened after that... was hazy. But we believe that that was the end of our time in the Grail War. We lost, we never got the Grail, but worst of all, we haven't seen Mother since then..."
Jack rubbed her tears away.
"In addition to finding mother, we're out for Atalanta's blood, for what she did, and the something most valuable she took from us. She could be any class in the next Grail War we might find ourselves in - Archer, Berserker, maybe even Assassin. If there cannot be two Assassins, then we will give in to the Mad Enhancement of the Berserker class."
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"Bread, sauce, and cheese... Almost sounds like a sandwich when you put it like that, though it doesn't quite look like one," Ethan commented to Theo as he looked at the heated slice of pizza, his brow furrowed. "Still, smells pretty good. I guess my time hasn't gotten around to getting it yet; I'd certainly have known about that thing beforehand."
After getting around to heating up his own slice (pretty much doing exactly what he saw Theo do because he otherwise didn't know otherwise how to operate a microwave), he found himself embroiled in the exchange with Jim, crossing his arms as he got to work on pondering their situation. "1893 myself. I remember, last time this happened to me, there were lots of other people scattered saying they were from different times. Like now, there were some people saying they're from the damned new millennium, but there was also another fellow who said he was from the 1400s," he explained, thinking back to a certain Trevor Belmont for a brief moment, "But if there's a pattern, I'm not quite sure if I see it..."
Then he had a bite of his slice, and gave an approving nod. "... And to answer your question, Grell, it is pretty good. Want a bite?"
Then, as he held out his plate to Grell, Ethan froze in place as he turned to Serenity after she repeated his words from earlier, causing her to curse aloud.
"Uh..." He blinked, realizing that his penchant to cursing seemed to influence the little girl, "Y-Yeah. I do, but... like Grell said, you shouldn't say a word like... what I just said. It's... a grown-up word," Ethan said, before mentally facepalming, not having wanted to sound so condescending toward a child, assuming she could even understand why.
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It did not sit particularly well with Shuichi to sit on his hands in this situation, whether or not it was a dream. Frankly, being told to stay inside seemed like a pretty boring dream to him, but he wasn't about to complain. He still felt off-kilter and drowsy. His head buzzed as if he was suffering from some kind of cold. It was not a feeling Shuchi was used to when dreaming, which made him feel rather unsettled. It was a lot to handle, especially in a crowded firehouse with some particularly odd strangers.
"Hng..."
Shuichi wanted to be useful in some way and the doctors seemed pretty confident the answers to this situation could be found in their own collection of tomes. It seemed convenient, but that was the kind of logic that made sense in a dream. Shuichi made a move for Kylie and the library. As he approached her, he grabbed the tip of his cap and pulled it down snugly to obscure most of his face. "I wanted to look into some of your books," he said, making furtive glances to the tomes nearby, "but I'm not sure I'd know the first place to start for all... this."
He let out a small, nervous laugh.
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Monika had been mostly silent on the bus ride over to Ghostbuster HQ. It wasn't because she was shy or anything like that, though to be completely honest, she did enjoy being by herself once in a while, the game portrayed her as the most popular girl in school, and while she was more extroverted than say Yuri, she wasn't going get on stage at a comedy club and do stand-up in front of a large group of people. When she overheard Janine mention something about a fridge, she couldn't help but feel her mouth start to water, she had never really eaten anything before (aside from Natsuki's cupcakes) and she was eager to try something out. She just hoped they had something vegetarian.As she made her way to the kitchen she noticed Hazel standing off to the side.
"A vision of the future indeed. I know a scientist or two who'd kill to take a look at this science-y stuff, I'll bet," Ethan commented as he looked around inside the bus as it rode on, feeling self-consciously primitive. He definitely felt out of place, out of his element, but hey, if Grell was enjoying herself, maybe he should try it too.
Maybe he was ultimately the weird one for finding the horseless carriage stranger than Dear Lois sprouting wings and flying off, but at least with the latter, the sight resembled something he'd seen before back where he came from. Cripes.
Once they reached their destination, apparently where these so-called Ghostbusters operated from, after tipping his hat as a polite greeting toward the two women he and the group had passed by (actively choosing to not think much about the quip of them teaming up with turtles), it seemed that the four had left just as abruptly, as though the group were dropped off like an unwanted piece of... Well, anyway. Fair enough, Ethan figured to himself, if they were gonna go out to tend to their duties, which may or may not include solving how they all got here in the first place. With that all said, left to his own devices, Ethan decided to humor Grell.
"Heh, the usual," he said, causally putting a hand on his hip, "Just wandering, traveling. Running into all sorts of weird shit, which I suppose hasn't stopped at all. And of course... Always seeing a pretty little thing with red hair in my dreams, as fleeting as the best of my dreams."
When Janine spoke of some food that they had in the building for the group, it was one thing that they had Chinese food (did international trade really progress so much that food from there becomes commonplace?), but the man couldn't help but furrow a brow at the other food choice listed, having never heard the term before.
"Pardon me, miss," he started to Janine.
"... What's pizza?"
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