PARADISA

[It had been a good few days since Venkman had been dropped back in Paradisa, and despite the short time needed to readjust to life in the castle, combined with Ray's help in getting his usual confidence back and one or two trips to the floor, it was as if he had never really left. To point, it became obvious that his wanderlust had taken no leave of absence and the knowledge that a carnival has come around made Peter more than a bit nostalgic of his childhood. He was still laid up in the Infirmary as his legs weren't quite working as well as they normally did, but he was sure that with a little help, it should be an easy feat to wander some carnival grounds. He grabbed his journal and wished for a pen, being thankful Ray had gotten him back to using the castle without getting unnecessarily angry, as he tried out that filtering business his friend had mentioned]

[Ray Stanz]
Hey Francine, I'm feelin a little cooped up in here, wanna go check out that Carnival I've been hearing about?
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[Should anyone be actively listing to their Journal at this point...or well, just have it anywhere in the general vicinity of themselves, they would be hearing a rather strange noise. An odd grunting was filtering through, followed by the sounds of pages trying to flip, only to fall back down again, which would quickly be accompanied by a frustrated sigh. Eventually though, it sounded as if the person had finally managed to get his journal open and anyone who knew Peter could tell it was him, though his normal deadpan was punctuated by a certain tone somewhere between frustration and oddly enough, worry, which was highly unusual coming from him]

So...I uh...well I'm not really sure what to do here to be honest. Looks like someone thought it would be funny to up and run off with a certain few parts of me here. Anyone think they could come and gimme a hand here? ...Or two, two would be nice.

(Pete's suffered his first secondary loss! Feel free to help, fret, or just laugh at him, and anyone is invited to take part, so have fun~!)

[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.

[It had been an interesting few days in town, but at Ray's behest, they had both decided for now to split up and explore in order to cover more ground. Sure they would be keeping in touch over their journals, but as far as Peter was concerned, he was flying solo for the time being. Or at least as solo as one can fly while being followed by a floating ball of gas with a face. He had found that his Gastly rather disliked being inside of its Pokeball, preferring to float about freely, as one would expect from a ghost; and Peter himself was far from cruel, so unless he was misbehaving, he opted to let his Pokemon do as it wanted, and it seemed to appreciate the gesture, cackling in its own mirthfully creepy way]

Gas, Gasgasgas~

Oh, is that so? Insightful commentary as always buddy.

[The Gastly cackled again and floated above Venkman's head, rolling lazily in the sunlight as the two continued down the path, the abundance of items and equipment Ray had poured on him before he had gone his own way jingling around his backpack. Perhaps such noise would attract a wild Pokemon, or even a hopeful Trainer looking to get stronger? Only time would tell how this little foray into the unknown would end]

[It had been a good week for the Ghostbusters, so good in fact that they had been able to pay this month's rent 3 weeks in advance, something they hadn't been able to do in a few months; and no one was happier about this success than Peter Venkman. He was currently walking on his way back from the Chinese Food Place on Church Street, Matsu...something, he could never remember the name, but the food was good, and he was feeling generous. With a triumphant shout and a forceful kick, he knocked the door open and practically exploded into the firehouse with a grin]

Hey boys! Food's...here...?

[He stopped his sentence with a tentative pause, looking around slightly. This most certainly wasn't the firehouse, it didn't even look like the interior to any building he'd find in New York. His expression changed from one of happiness to his normal deadpan as he walked a little further into the building, looking around in a slightly bemused fashion]

Not too shabby...could use a little work here and there, but I've seen worse. I wonder what kind of distortion or whatever Egon's caused now... and what, do we have here?

[Peter's foot collided with something small, yet solid, causing him to look down as he noticed a decently sized Journal that was just lying on the floor. He looked around a few times, seeing if anyone had dropped it before bending down and picking it up]

Well, no one's around to see...no harm, no foul I suppose. Might give me a clue as to where I am at any rate.

[He flipped open the book, only to find the pages blank much to his disappointment. He was about to close the book before the words "Nothing interesting after all." appeared on the first page, causing Peter's right eyebrow to cock itself as he stared quizzically at this odd book. He would have pondered that for a few seconds more, but it was then that he noticed his arms were feeling lighter than they had been a few seconds ago, and to his immense dissatisfaction, he found that whatever trip he had taken, the food he had bought hadn't made it with him. This revelation left him feeling rather displeased as he tossed the book to the floor before shouting angrily]

Oh COME ON, I paid damn good money for that food!