Dream 01
Warnings: INTENSE GHOST HUNTING ACTION
Dream effects: Maybe a vague feeling of nostalgia, but none otherwise.
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"Danny, watch out, would you?" Sam said, tone mildly irritated. "You can't just go charging headlong into this sort of thing. Right, Tucker?"
She cast a sidelong glance to the guy standing next to her, and instead of agreeing, he just shrugged mildly. "It's worked pretty well for him so far."
It was some ambiguous late hour, the sky dark and moon hidden by clouds. They were in the middle of a park, though it seemed to be closed, or at the very least just completely empty.
"Thank you, Tuck," Danny answered, casting an almost smug look back at Sam, who simply gave a good-natured roll of the eyes. He was dressed in a gray jumpsuit, had goggles pushed back into his hair, and shifted slightly under the weight of the heavy machine on his back. A very prominent Ghostbuster's logo was patched onto the side of his sleeve. "Besides, it's just the Box Ghost. It's not like he's any real threat."
"That's how they get you, though," Sam started, and heard the lecturing tone in her own voice. "You let yourself get suckered in, and then, bam, it's like finding your mom on a date with Mr. Lancer."
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Sam starts awake, eyes wide, and then presses both of her hands to her face with a groan. "Oh my God," she whispers, "that didn't even make sense." Hastily, and almost as an afterthought, she cuts the recording.
Dream effects: Maybe a vague feeling of nostalgia, but none otherwise.
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"Danny, watch out, would you?" Sam said, tone mildly irritated. "You can't just go charging headlong into this sort of thing. Right, Tucker?"
She cast a sidelong glance to the guy standing next to her, and instead of agreeing, he just shrugged mildly. "It's worked pretty well for him so far."
It was some ambiguous late hour, the sky dark and moon hidden by clouds. They were in the middle of a park, though it seemed to be closed, or at the very least just completely empty.
"Thank you, Tuck," Danny answered, casting an almost smug look back at Sam, who simply gave a good-natured roll of the eyes. He was dressed in a gray jumpsuit, had goggles pushed back into his hair, and shifted slightly under the weight of the heavy machine on his back. A very prominent Ghostbuster's logo was patched onto the side of his sleeve. "Besides, it's just the Box Ghost. It's not like he's any real threat."
"That's how they get you, though," Sam started, and heard the lecturing tone in her own voice. "You let yourself get suckered in, and then, bam, it's like finding your mom on a date with Mr. Lancer."
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Sam starts awake, eyes wide, and then presses both of her hands to her face with a groan. "Oh my God," she whispers, "that didn't even make sense." Hastily, and almost as an afterthought, she cuts the recording.