Who you gonna call? ...us!
One of the best things about weather like they'd been having, once you'd gotten yourself all tired out playing in the snow, was heading inside and settling down with a cup of hot cocoa and a good movie. Ray had been busy most of the day with the first part, bundled up in layer upon layer and trekking all over the island. He'd made snow angels, had impromptu snowball fights with whomever happened by and was willing to join in, and gone sledding. He'd even taken a pair of skates out on the frozen waterfall pool and pretended he was at Rockefeller Center, skating circles and loops and figure eights over the ice.
Now that it was getting towards evening and he'd tired himself out pretty completely, it was time for the second part, and after a nice hot shower to warm himself up Ray threw on a thick cable-knit black sweater and jeans, made himself a hot cocoa with extra in case anyone wanted to join him, and went to check out what movies he could get from the shelf. He was hoping for something like Star Wars or Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but instead he found himself looking at canister after canister of...Ghostbusters.
"Huh," Ray said, with a confused sort of look, as he pulled out one of the reels labeled Ghostbusters and another labeled Ghostbusters II. Had there been a documentary of some sort made about them? Maybe sometime after he'd come to the island, sometime in his future? Ray debated a couple minutes over the impact of knowing his own future on the space-time continuum, and in the end curiosity won out and he set up the first movie on the projecter, saving what was apparently its sequel for next.
As soon as the film started, though, Ray knew it couldn't be what he'd initially thought. Columbia Pictures? And the music was far too dramatic for a documentary. He watched wide-eyed as the librarian that had started it all had her ghostly encounter, and when their logo faded onto the screen combined with their song, it was made all too clear. They were fictional. In at least some universe, somewhere, they were fictional. It made sense, really, given all the people on the island Ray knew as such. It was a shock to find he was among them. And still, he couldn't help but snicker at the shot of their office door and "VENKMAN BURN IN HELL" scrawled across it in red.
[Canon puncture! Feel free to come in at any point during either movie; he's watching them both back-to-back. You can also run into him earlier, outside, doing any of the snowy day activities described in the first paragraph. New tags accepted through Friday, Jan 2.]
Now that it was getting towards evening and he'd tired himself out pretty completely, it was time for the second part, and after a nice hot shower to warm himself up Ray threw on a thick cable-knit black sweater and jeans, made himself a hot cocoa with extra in case anyone wanted to join him, and went to check out what movies he could get from the shelf. He was hoping for something like Star Wars or Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but instead he found himself looking at canister after canister of...Ghostbusters.
"Huh," Ray said, with a confused sort of look, as he pulled out one of the reels labeled Ghostbusters and another labeled Ghostbusters II. Had there been a documentary of some sort made about them? Maybe sometime after he'd come to the island, sometime in his future? Ray debated a couple minutes over the impact of knowing his own future on the space-time continuum, and in the end curiosity won out and he set up the first movie on the projecter, saving what was apparently its sequel for next.
As soon as the film started, though, Ray knew it couldn't be what he'd initially thought. Columbia Pictures? And the music was far too dramatic for a documentary. He watched wide-eyed as the librarian that had started it all had her ghostly encounter, and when their logo faded onto the screen combined with their song, it was made all too clear. They were fictional. In at least some universe, somewhere, they were fictional. It made sense, really, given all the people on the island Ray knew as such. It was a shock to find he was among them. And still, he couldn't help but snicker at the shot of their office door and "VENKMAN BURN IN HELL" scrawled across it in red.
[Canon puncture! Feel free to come in at any point during either movie; he's watching them both back-to-back. You can also run into him earlier, outside, doing any of the snowy day activities described in the first paragraph. New tags accepted through Friday, Jan 2.]