Day 52: Doctor's Office 5 (Dr. Venkman) [Fourth Shift]
Lunch had been good. It was amazing how far some decent pastrami could go toward mellowing Venkman out after a session. He wouldn't have called the round with Jimmy all bad, considering they hadn't ended things in a standoff or yelling at each other, but it hadn't exactly been a rip-roaring good time, either. Those bruises were a hard thing to ignore, and Jimmy's increase in attitude hadn't been fun to deal with. But damned if a full stomach and some fresh air couldn't work miracles on him when the planets were in line. Or something like that.
Now he got to deal with one of the new guys. "Okay, let's see who we're dealing with here," Venkman said to himself as he settled back into his office chair and pulled out the next file for the day. Langdon Caul, age 30, speaker of multiple languages, highly intelligent...
He had to put the file back down at that, tilting his head at it like it had just told him a bad joke. What was with all these super geniuses he kept getting? Did everyone in the whole damn institute break down because they couldn't stand the thought of an A-sans-plus on their school papers? Or did Landel just somehow figure that a disgraced former Ghostbuster would be the absolute perfect person to soothe the souls of people with embarrassingly high IQs? Was it because of his work with Ray and Egon? There was a difference between being friends with a couple of overachieving eggheads and wanting to spend every waking moment with those sorts of people.
"Here's hoping you're more Jimmy and less Danny or Ingram," Venkman sighed to himself as he started leafing through the file again.
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Now he got to deal with one of the new guys. "Okay, let's see who we're dealing with here," Venkman said to himself as he settled back into his office chair and pulled out the next file for the day. Langdon Caul, age 30, speaker of multiple languages, highly intelligent...
He had to put the file back down at that, tilting his head at it like it had just told him a bad joke. What was with all these super geniuses he kept getting? Did everyone in the whole damn institute break down because they couldn't stand the thought of an A-sans-plus on their school papers? Or did Landel just somehow figure that a disgraced former Ghostbuster would be the absolute perfect person to soothe the souls of people with embarrassingly high IQs? Was it because of his work with Ray and Egon? There was a difference between being friends with a couple of overachieving eggheads and wanting to spend every waking moment with those sorts of people.
"Here's hoping you're more Jimmy and less Danny or Ingram," Venkman sighed to himself as he started leafing through the file again.
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