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[prone_to_panic]

Archie starts by dragging the unconscious, and not too battered brawlers into the cells as efficiently as he can, starting with the couple in the jumpsuits the first woman had pointed out as the instigators, putting them in cells opposite each other, and heading out for more.

((OOC: Consider this a general posting for brawlers, party-style

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[passthefudge]

To quote The Princess Bride, I don't envy Jack the headache he'll have when he wakes up.

"Uuuurrrggggghhhh!"

I don't think anyone would.

Jack's now short one boot. It's been replaced by a bandage around his instep which matches the one around his head.

"Maddie...could you get me some of the Fenton Analgesics. Last night must have been some party."

[notjustcookies]

Fortunately or unfortunately, Matrix's stun rounds are relatively short acting.

"Arrrrhhhh!"

Maddie's eyes flutter open behind her goggles to gaze at a completely unfamiliar ceiling.

"Jack...did we go out or something?"

[gone_byebye]

There's footsteps in the hallway. Ray missed the brawl entirely, the lucky geek. He happened to ask Bar today if he missed anything interesting.

Hoo, boy, did he ever.

Anyway, the note indicated that there were some people in the cells who he should probably talk to, all things considered, so he got permission to come and visit the new people. "Hello in there!" he calls.

[passthefudge]

Strange voice in his bedroom? That's weird. For that matter, why was he sleeping on the floor?

"Who the heck are you?" Jack muttered, trying to pry one eyelid open. "And how did you get past..."

Well, the eyelid finally opened, and Jack saw that he was most definately NOT in his bedroom with his big, comfy bed, his loving wife and his teddy bear. Both eyes snapped open, not caring if it made his headache worse.

"MAAAAAADDIIIIIEEEE!!"

[notjustcookies]

Nothing like a spouse's cry of distress to shake off stun rounds. Maddie springs to her feet.

"Jack! Where are you?!"

She spots Ray through the clear wall of the cell. Fortunately, it's not so clear that she doesn't realize it's there and tries to give Ray a flying kick as a "how do you do".

[gone_byebye]

Ray knows about the barriers and he still jumps backwards. "Whoa! Um, I come in peace, guys. Really." He's got both hands up in a gesture reflexive to the vast majority of New Yorkers. "There was a note at the bar that said two people started a fight and got put in the cells to cool off...?"

[passthefudge]

Memory comes flooding back.

"Starting a fight?!" Jack roars. "We were defending our home from invading ghosts!"

He starts rummaging through his hazmat. "I'll show you starting a fight...Maddie, are you packing! They took even the Fenton Ghost Fondue Fork!"

[gone_byebye]

Ray pinches the bridge of his nose and says something really unwholesome in Sumerian. A moment later he reaches into his pocket with his other hand (he doesn't really trust himself to take his hand away from his face yet) and holds up the duct-tape wallet for inspection, flipped open to his city ID and his Ghostbusters business card.

"Not quite, sir. Although that's a common enough mistake around here."

[notjustcookies]

Jack's still too busy trying to find one of his many weapons. Well, let's just say that Security did a good job searching him. He's completely ignoring Ray, but Maddie, from the cell across from him, speaks up.

"Danny...said something about an unstable portal." She squints at Ray, trying to make out the ID. "Jack, hold on a second."

[gone_byebye]

Ray drops his hand, but keeps the ID up. "My name's Raymond Stantz, and I'm one of a team of paranormal investigators and eliminators from New York City. We're the Ghostbusters. I can personally confirm the existence of wandering unstable dimensional portals leading from various points in time and space, primarily the late twentieth or early twenty-first century, to this place, and then back. You probably ran afoul of one yourselves by mistake. Am I correct in guessing that you would be Jack and Maddy Fenton, Danny Fenton's parents?"

[notjustcookies]

"They even took the Fenton Anti-Ghost Yo-yo!" comes a frustrated cry.

"Jack!" Maddie shouts back. "Stop rummaging and listen!"

The ID is at a slightly better angle for her to read, now. She scans it and nods shortly. "Another ghost hunter? Good. Yes, I'm Maddie Fenton and that's Jack over there."

"How the heck did they even FIND where I'd stashed the Spook String?!"

"Jack!" Maddie sighed, then turned a hard look on Ray. "How do you know Danny?"

[gone_byebye]

"Security can be on the thorough side around here when there's trouble," Ray says, putting the wallet away. "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am. The Bar's grabbed Danny out of a couple of situations in your world in the past and I happened to be here the first time he involuntarily arrived. I've been looking out for him whenever he's turned up here after that, since this really isn't the kind of place you want to let a kid run around in on his own."

[passthefudge]

"Not with all those ghosts running loose!" Jack mutters. He finally gives up his search...and notices his splitting headache again. "Oooof! One of them got me good, too. You okay, Maddie?"

[notjustcookies]

His wife's eyes narrow slightly.

"I see...and just how many times has this portal grabbed Danny? He hasn't mentioned a word about it."

Her baby, running around who-knows-where with who-knows-what? Oh, he's SO grounded!

[gone_byebye]

"Actually, the majority of the Bar's ghostly population behaves themselves on pain of the Barman getting out the ghost trap and giving them what for," Ray says. "I provided the trap myself last year at the Head Barman's request, and there's a proton pack in my rooms upstairs in case of emergency. As far as how many times the portal's grabbed Danny, I honestly couldn't say. I've had months go by at a time without seeing him wind up here."

He'd sit down if there were a chair available, but he forgot to grab one.

[passthefudge]

Jack...well "WTF?!" sums up his reaction rather well.

"They have ghost traps and...just let those ectoplasmic creeps wander around?!"