27 traps filled with new memories

[ectobabble]

[… "MARSHMALLOW. Now wake up, before your day gets any worse!"

There were stranger words to hear right before regaining consciousness, but Ray was at least pretty sure that now was NOT the time to be thinking of them. as he opened his eyes, instead of emptying his mind, he filled it as far as it could go. marshmallow marshmallow marshmallow marshmallow marshm--

the stone altar was a lot more comfortable than he remembered. and this didn't look like Central Park West.

and the people around him didn't look a thing like Idulnas ....

it was all a trick, had to be. Raymond Stantz, chosen Selector of Gozer, forced his mind back on track and uttered the only word he dared, as he glanced around the clinic.]

Marshmallows.

((OOC: And with that, Ray is canonbumped! Clearly, this is open to the clinic, but it's open over the journals, too!))

Comments

[workaphilic]

[Hey, bro! You're sounding kinda cray-cray today.

Sherlock seems to think it's pretty funny.]

Not a fan, myself.

[ectobabble]

[you would be too if the demonic minion of a Sumerian god just socked you in the jaw so hard he sent you back to Paradisa with three years' worth of new memories.

memories that are making him think EVERYONE's a hallucination from the same minion]

Too bad, I'm still making it happen.

[workaphilic]

Are you? Seems a bit rude.

[ectobabble]

No, rude is kidnapping me through the back window of my own car, dragging me to the top of a high-rise, tying me to a stone altar, and knocking me out so I can redetermine the manifestation of Gozer.

Which is going to be - you guessed it. Marshmallow.

[so there, hallucination-of-friend.]

[workaphilic]

Could've at least picked something more appetizing.

I'm partial to meringue, personally.

[ectobabble]

It's not supposed to be edible - by the time we destroy it it won't be, anyway. C'mon, Idulnas, you know that. Stop messing with me and just accept the fact that you're not gonna change my mind.

[workaphilic]

Just offering my scientific opinion. You're free to take it or leave it.

Though I had hoped you'd do a better job recognizing my voice by now, Dr. Stantz.

[As much fun as it is to prod at the crazy, he needs to make sure it's just temporary and not some side effect he needs to be concerned about.

Paradisa to Ray, come back Ray.]

[ectobabble]

Last I checked, lesser minions of Sumerian gods didn't have scientific opinions, even if they were pretending to be old friends.

[he's working on it. he might need a few more things to grab at to be able to pull himself back -- keep at it, buddy]

[workaphilic]

Oh, but I've got plenty. Shall I start with the physiology of the so-called "lobsters," follow-up theories and observations from Libet, or my own research concerning the effect of Paradisa's influence on plant and animal samples?

[He can't actually share most of those things, but that's not the point.]

[ectobabble]

[lowly] Oh, you're good.

My answer's still marshmallows.

[workaphilic]

[A hum.]

Let me know when you aren't so fixated, then. I'm interested in your thoughts.

[ectobabble]

Mmkay. [he smirks. once he's not fixated, that'll just mean that they've vanquished Gozer - again. we'll see how interested you'll be in his thoughts THEN]

[workaphilic]

In the meantime, tell me -- why marshmallow?