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14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
December 31st, 2008
Afternoon
"Good luck, you three," said Venkman, his hand on the Firehouse door. "Times Square on New Year's Eve? I don't envy you."
"And here I thought you were the party animal," Winston answered. "You're getting old, Pete."
"Hey! I am still the party monster you've always known," Peter returned. "There's just not enough money in the city budget to get me to work in Times Square on New Year's Eve, that's all."
Ray smiled. "I don't mind," he said. "This is going to be the first New Year's I've ever spent at a party that big. Even if we are on duty."
"Have fun, Uncle Peter," Ecto chimed in. "And say hi to Dana for me."
"Sure thing, kiddo." Peter flashed Ecto a grin, waved to the others, and ducked out.
Winston shook his head. "Lucky skunk," he muttered. "You're seriously looking forward to this, Ray?"
"Sure! It'll be interesting to be part of something this big. It's not every day you're in the single most densely populated location on the entire planet, unless you live in Hong Kong."
"You're out of your mind." Winston shook his head. "Anything shows up that we have to respond to, we're gonna have to get through a million and a half screaming tourists too drunk off their butts to see us coming."
"We'll manage. One way or another." Ray smiled. "Right, Ecto?"
"I promise not to step on anybody," the hearse said.
"There you go."
"Whatever." Winston rolled his eyes and slid into the driver's seat. "Meanwhile I just wanna know what Egon's doing. Janine's with her family out in Canarsie, right?"
"I don't know, honestly," Ray said. "If he's not in his lab he's probably either up at the Met or over at the Soho synagogue."
"The thought of that man walking into a house of worship and nobody ending up in a fistfight-" Winston shook his head again. "Is it just me, or does that just seem wrong somehow?"
"He's probably just going through their libraries. I checked out their website after I saw him going in. They offer courses in aspects of kabbalah considered safe for the general public, so I'm betting they've got onsite reference materials that caught his attention. Ever since all the stuff that happened back in 1905 he's been stocking up on books on that particular approach to the paranormal."
"... yeah, okay. I can see that."
Manhattan
December 31st, 2008
Afternoon
"Good luck, you three," said Venkman, his hand on the Firehouse door. "Times Square on New Year's Eve? I don't envy you."
"And here I thought you were the party animal," Winston answered. "You're getting old, Pete."
"Hey! I am still the party monster you've always known," Peter returned. "There's just not enough money in the city budget to get me to work in Times Square on New Year's Eve, that's all."
Ray smiled. "I don't mind," he said. "This is going to be the first New Year's I've ever spent at a party that big. Even if we are on duty."
"Have fun, Uncle Peter," Ecto chimed in. "And say hi to Dana for me."
"Sure thing, kiddo." Peter flashed Ecto a grin, waved to the others, and ducked out.
Winston shook his head. "Lucky skunk," he muttered. "You're seriously looking forward to this, Ray?"
"Sure! It'll be interesting to be part of something this big. It's not every day you're in the single most densely populated location on the entire planet, unless you live in Hong Kong."
"You're out of your mind." Winston shook his head. "Anything shows up that we have to respond to, we're gonna have to get through a million and a half screaming tourists too drunk off their butts to see us coming."
"We'll manage. One way or another." Ray smiled. "Right, Ecto?"
"I promise not to step on anybody," the hearse said.
"There you go."
"Whatever." Winston rolled his eyes and slid into the driver's seat. "Meanwhile I just wanna know what Egon's doing. Janine's with her family out in Canarsie, right?"
"I don't know, honestly," Ray said. "If he's not in his lab he's probably either up at the Met or over at the Soho synagogue."
"The thought of that man walking into a house of worship and nobody ending up in a fistfight-" Winston shook his head again. "Is it just me, or does that just seem wrong somehow?"
"He's probably just going through their libraries. I checked out their website after I saw him going in. They offer courses in aspects of kabbalah considered safe for the general public, so I'm betting they've got onsite reference materials that caught his attention. Ever since all the stuff that happened back in 1905 he's been stocking up on books on that particular approach to the paranormal."
"... yeah, okay. I can see that."