paradisa | 008// Back from the edge

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008// Back from the edge

[For all intents and purposes, it was what one would call an average day in Paradisa, or as average as things could be called within the confines of the castle. However, such normality was short lived, and in the case of today, that calm sense of tranquility would be broken by an odd sound that began to buzz around the castle's foyer. At first it would sound like nothing more than a light hum, but as the minutes passed, the hum began to grow in intensity until eventually one could hear what sounded like screaming behind it. With as little warning as the noise had been given, a small patch of air began to waver and distort as if caught in a heatwave.

Slowly, it began to writhe and contort more and more erratically until finally, a figure emerged, landing on the floor with a wet thud. There in a puddle of ectoplasmic goo lay Peter Venkman, now fully intact, but obviously very unhappy with what had just taken place. Wiping a glob of ethereal glop from his face, it could be seen that the normally calm and composed man was visibly shaken. He knew where he was of course, but he wasn't exactly happy to be in a place where one could just be taken in and out of existence at will. Anyone looking at their journal might notice a thin film of the same goo covering Venkman form over the pages, and when he spoke, it sounded as if he was speaking underwater]

W...what in the hell just happened...?

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[hearing Peter's voice over the journal produced a remarkably bipolar effect on Ray: his heart both leaped into his throat and dropped down into his toes, all at the same time. maybe the left ventricle ended up in his toes and the right in his throat, it was hard to say. but either way, he abandoned the pile of books and maps of the Dead Zone he'd been poring over, fumbling for his journal]

Venkman?! VENKMAN! Oh, thank GOD, I thought you'd - I mean, I was beginning to think this place sent you back, but I checked and your name was still there and I wasn't sure if you -- I mean -- with that guy getting killed a while ago, and everything changing into that camp on the lake and our memories getting shuffled around, and --

-- Wait, is that ectoplasm?

What the hell happened? Where are you? And where'd the ectoplasm come from? ... Gimme just a minute to grab my meter - are there any vapors, am I gonna need my pack??

No...just get...get...

[There was a sound of violent retching as Venkman lost what little was left in his stomach, and from over the journal, anyone could tell it was downright painful. After a few minutes of further retching and pained moans, he managed to get his voice back, hoarse as it was]

Just get down here...would ya?

Ohhh. That doesn't sound -- where are you, though?

Foyer...it's like the Sedgewick all over again...only worse if that's even possible...

Crap.

[and without another word, he's barreling down the stairs, PKE meter in hand. once he gets to Peter, he's holding out a hand to help him up, regardless of how much goo he's covered in]

You didn't -- you're not -- you didn't break anything, did you? It's just slime...?

[Broken? No, but he felt like he hadn't been out of bed for weeks, and the ensuing atrophy caused him to fall against Ray rather unceremoniously as he used his friend's shoulder to keep him upright]

No...no I'm in one piece...I just feel...bad...

[A little vague, but it was all Venkman's addled brain could come up with at that moment]

Okay. You think you need the clinic, or.... [Ray didn't mind being leaned on one bit.... He also knew that Venkman had his pride. If nothing was broken, he might not be too keen on the clinic...]

Nah...nah just...I need to just...walk...and lie down...guh...

[Half of Venkman knew that his legs weren't going to get any better if he just went and lied down, but he felt so positively horrible that lying down was all he really wanted to do]

I just wish...I had a beer to get this nasty taste outta my...

[No sooner had he wished for a beer did a crisply cold Miller Light appear in his free hand, courtesy of the castle that had whisked him away to god only knows where for who even knew how long, leaving him speechless for a few seconds]

[Unfortunately, that speechlessness turned quickly into a burning rage unseen by most people. Peter was normally a fairly even tempered man, but when he was angry, his temper was explosive, as his old friend knew all too well. He angrily hurled the bottle as far as his arm out let him as it smashed against a nearby wall, though his actions caused his feet to come in contact with the ectoplasm slick floor, sending him sprawling once again to the floor. He was shouting, but most of it was unintelligible rambling laced with as many foul words as he could muster.]

[okay, THAT was new and unexpected. Pete had never had a problem with wishing before, from what Ray had seen - they'd wished up a whole lunch, for Godsakes. it was all he could do not to go crashing down to the floor alongside his friend, but he scrambled to try and help him up again, eyes wide]

Pete! Geez, calm down, it's okay! It's just the castle, yanno, the wishing system, and --

[he swiped the PKE meter over him once more, just to be sure, trying to figure out what was going on]

[Pete knew what was going on, and he knew that the wishing system was probably more akin to a knee jerk reaction than the castle having any real thought behind it, but it was just he principle of the matter. He had essentially been unmade for no given reason, and having that beer pop up had felt like the Castle had been trying to apologize...which pissed him off. Thankfully he was able to get a hold of himself and his shouting stopped as he put a hand to his face while he took a few deep breaths]

Sorry buddy...its just been...its been just one long, unpleasant trip for me...I just need a little time to just...get a grip on things, y'know?

I guess! Geez. [still a little goggle-eyed, he wished up a towel and knelt down to clean up the broken glass]

Pete ... we really oughta get you to the clinic. You ... whatever the hell happened, you need a rest. [his friend wasn't himself - that much was plain, and it worried him]

[Venkman nodded as he managed to sit up, putting a hand to his face. This was the first time in a long time he had felt this out of control, this...helpless. He had always been able to have a plan no matter the situation, but what had just happened...there was nothing he could have done, and the thought shook him deeply]

Yeah...I think that's a good idea...some R&R would be nice right now.

Arright. Come on, let's get you up there. Can you walk, or should I go get a wheelchair or something ...?

[Danny just stares at the journal for a moment. His ghost sense hadn't gone off, but there was something weirdly familiar about the goo.]

Where the heck did all this ectoplasm come from?

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Beat's me kid...I don't even know where I was...

[As calm as Venkman was trying to sound, it was rather easy to tell how pained and stressed he actually was. Being warped out of existence was never fun, and unfortunately there hadn't been a wild west town to greet him this time around

That sounds ominous. [In Danny's experience random disappearances combined with ectoplasm never ended well.]

Hey, do you mind if I take a look at where all this ectoplasm came from? It looks a little different from the stuff I'm used to.

*cough*...by all means...have fun with that...I'm just gonna lie here and try to get the feelings in my limbs back...

Awesome!

...Where is it?

...Foyer...

On my way.

That's not normal ...

[A pause as he pokes at this goo >:[ Yeah, that's what he thought it was.]

Oh, hell.

[An unfamiliar voice talking about hell...?]

Hell huh...? I'd say that sounds about right...but I've been there...and it was a bit more tolerable...

[Oh -- jeez, did that mean this person was the one who expelled this ectoplasm? That's even worse!]

Are you alright?

I've been better...not dead though...so I s'pose that's a plus...

Not being dead is usually pretty good.

Do you need any help?

A hand up would be nice...and some help down to the infirmary...and some psychological treatment...last one seems like it would be asking too much though.

That one's a bit out of my jurisdiction, but I can probably swing the other two.

Are you in the lobby? [Stuff like this usually happens ... in the lobby....]

...Bingo...sounds like this isn't the first time...something like this has happened...

The lobby's pretty standard fare for weird stuff. But specifically, no, I can't say this has happened since I've been here ...

Hang on, I'll be there soon.

[It takes him a few minutes, because Hellboy lives up in one of the towers, but eventually he makes his way down to the lobby.

He maybe should have warned Pete about ... himself. But hindsight is 20/20.]

[Peter waited patiently for his mystery helper to arrive, though when he did...a giant, hulking, mountain of red muscle was not what he was expecting to see. He looked up from his spot on the floor, wondering idly what circle of hell this guy had crawled out of]

Well...this is new...normally guys like you are tryin to kill me...

[Dryly] Well, lucky for you, I'm in a good mood today.

[He leans down to offer his hand, though he probably would have been better off bringing down a towel. Wowza.]

Thanks...I'll bet you've had your fair share of that...big slugger like you, you've probably had it worse...

[Venkman chuckled wryly as he grabbed hold of the hand being offered and was hoisted up...only to fall against the man's arm, his atrophied legs not able to support his body weight]

Well...shit, this might be a problem...

[Hellboy just blinks and catches him. He's pretty used to supporting people, so he's not that bothered.]

It's alright. I can help you to the clinic, or -- well, wait, I probably should have asked this first. Are you new here?

No...I just got taken on a little trip is all...speaking of...is it normal to just kind of...vanish?

In this place? Pretty much. Happens all the time. Did you, err ... "go home" or anything? Any new memories?

Home? Ha...I wish...I was pretty much just floating in darkness for...I don't even know how long... It was like I didn't have a body...but I was conscious for all of it...

[That's a new one ...]

I've never heard of that before. Looks like the castle's taken a real shine to you. Lucky. [so much sarcasm........]

Anyway, let's get you to the clinic.

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