005// Odd Occurrences (Open)

[ectoparody]

[Whether or not Venkman knew it, his journal had fallen open on his desk and his voice could be heard filtering out in his usual deadpan. However, it also carried an undertone of contemplation to it, as if he was deep in thought...which for all intensive purposes he was. During his roaming of the castle he had found quite a few things that had caught his attention...mostly because he had been given no other option /but/ to notice them. At this point, he felt the need to think aloud in order to gather his thoughts, though he'd welcome any kind of explanation for all of it]

Stairways to no where...and ones that go up but lead down, doors that vanish after you go through them, doors that lead to the room you just left both ways...walls that spring up in random places...and for some reason it always feels like there's something watching me from around corners. Jeez...is this place an Escher painting? I wonder if anyone else runs into these things or if I'm just lucky.

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[eat_me_beat_me]

[With a smirk]

Were you here when the lobby basically turned into an Escher painting?

[ectoparody]

[Oh great, the book was talking to him again]

Can't say I was, seems like parts of it haven't left yet though.

[eat_me_beat_me]

{She chuckles]

It was so funky. You could walk up the stairs on the walls and everything. I was standing on the ceiling and painting the wall.

[schrodingersghost]

As long as the local ghosts decide to stick to being glorified butlers I don't care. That's practically normal.

[ectoparody]

Ghost butlers, huh? I wish it was always that simple back in New York...though I guess in that case we'd be out of a job.

[schrodingersghost]

...New York?

[ectoparody]

Yeah, New York. Never heard of it?

[schrodingersghost]

Of course I've heard of it. [His tone is annoyed. He hadn't slept through THAT many geography classes.]

But never heard of many ghosts there. Mostly they're in Amity Park. Or Wisconsin.

[ectoparody]

[A light chuckle]

Jeez, I know the whole marshmallow incident was a sore spot, but I guess news didn't hit everywhere. New York has it's quite moments to be sure, but when things get hot...lemme tell you kid, they get /hot/.

[schrodingersghost]

...Marshmallow incident? [Danny briefly considers some of his encounters with ghosts over the last year.] Please tell me you don't have a marshmallow ghost out there.

Hot how?

[ectoparody]

Well...it was less a ghost and more a dimension hopping demi god bent on destruction, just in marshmallow form. And how hot...imagine coating the inside of the statue of liberty with slime, hooking it up to a joystick, and then joy riding it through New York so you could smash your way into a museum where an Carpathian warlord's soul trapped in a painting was trying to resurrect himself into the baby of your Ex girlfriend so that you could stop him...

[Stops to take a breath]

Yeah, that hot.

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny winces.]

Note to self, keep a closer eye on New York. That almost sounds like some of the crazier stuff that goes on at home.

[ectoparody]

That ain't even /half/ of it.

[True story]

[schrodingersghost]

It never is.

[Danny had pretty much given up on trying to hide the ghost weirdness in his life. It was impossible, without being able to lie. As long as no one asked him straight out about his ghost side he figured he was safe.]

[ectoparody]

Well, at least someone gets it. Sounds like you've had your fill of weird stuff.

[Venkman could tell just by voice that whoever this was, he knew what he was talking about. It was just a tone one gained through experience, and boy did he have the experience]

[schrodingersghost]

My parents are ghost hunters. [Technically the truth. Maybe he was getting the hang of this protecting his secret without lying thing.]

[ectoparody]

Ah, well I guess it was only a matter of time before other busters popped up. You followin in their footsteps or something?

[schrodingersghost]

Trying to avoid that, actually, Isn't really working.

[ectobabble]

It happens sometimes, yeah.... have you been getting PKE valances? .... Geez, no wonder I haven't been able to contact you. [ahem] Your pack is done!

[ectoparody]

Yeah, I've been using your doohicky. Odd thing is it seems picky about what it wants to spike on. Some things that should have readings have none...and some things that seem barely strange bury the needle, any thoughts?

[He was interested in his pack, for sure, but for the moment, he was focused on getting ideas on these new developments, and he always felt it difficult to change his focus once he was fixated on something]

Yeah, thanks for that Ray. Once I get some notes on this stuff I'll be down.

[ectobabble]

Yeah, that's par for the course. I have a theory that Paradisa likes to - [he coughs] - to ...

[more coughing. he grabs a pen and tries to write it out. a puddle of ink forms.]

... It doesn't like to let people share theories, for one.