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[gone_byebye]

SUDDENLY, BANANAS! ... thousands of them!

No, seriously. They're pouring in through the door. Just- thousands of bananas, piling up in a huge yellow heap that at least promises to block the flow of even more bananas... at least until the heap starts moving and scatters more of the bananas in all directions.

For what it's worth, that's the fault

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[pickyourmoments]

"Uhm."

For a long while, Chandler can't come up with anything to say. He just stands by and watches in shock as the bananas pour in through the door.

"Problems?" he asks the strange man, watching as he pulls himself out of the pile.

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"All in a day's work, my good sir, all in a day's work." Ray's managed to manhandle the shopping cart over to the banana pile, so it's time to start shoveling the damn things up. At least they'll make good barter. "Watch where you step, by the way. Banana peels aren't actually slippery until they've had a few days to go brown, but stepping on unexpected fruit is still generally an unwelcome experience, as I'm sure any Korean grocery owner could tell you."

[pickyourmoments]

Chandler wonders if this is what people mean by Fucking Milliways.

Still, he steps forwards and starts helping get the bananas into the shopping cart.

"What are you, a zoo keeper?"

He feels like he's going to regret this question.

[gone_byebye]

"No, that would be entirely too easy," says Ray as he sets to work with the shovel in earnest. "I'm a Ghostbuster. We do paranormal investigation, elimination and defense for Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, the southern half of Manhattan, and the northern New Jersey area."

It's not his entire job description by a long shot, but right now? Bananas.

[doyousmellfudge]

HOLY FUCK BANANAS.

The pudgy, bearded Jewish man in the corner booth is out of his seat and up on the table in an instant. Even when the avalanche of produce stops he seems highly disinclined to come down.

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"Sorry! Sorry," Ray calls to all and sundry within hearing as he steps free of the fruit. "Wow. Now that's what I call a manifestation. Let's see what we can do about cleaning this up... I'm sorry, sir, did you get hit? My apologies."

[doyousmellfudge]

"Manifestation?" echoes Artie. "That's--what do you mean by that exactly?"

[gone_byebye]

"A class six fully solid materializiation of this nature hasn't been seen in the downtown New York City area since the frozen calamari incident of 2007," Ray says. "Generally our poltergeists can't be bothered to materialize anything more substantial than ectoplasm. This one appears to've portaled in the better part of a banana plantation's shipping output for the day, although I have yet to find a brand label..."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart has been sitting in a dark corner, with a small book in his hands.

The pile of strange fruit draws his attention, of course. They are yellow, they smell very strange, and Urquhart has never seen anything like it in his entire life.

And there are thousands of them

Urquhart reaches out to pick one up.

"These things are all yours?" he asks the man who come crawling from the pile.

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"Strictly speaking, only in the possession-is-nine-tenths-of-the-law sense," Ray says. "I didn't buy them, that's for certain. I doubt anyone's going to show up from a banana plantation with an inventory scanner and a claim for his product, though."

[scots_wolf]

"So I guess they're not really valuable," Urquhart says. "What are they good for?"

Banana. They are grown in plantations. So fruit from a tree, most likely.

And cheap fruit, used for fodder, perhaps, or to process them for some sort of drink?

Urquhart turns the one he picked up in his hands. The smell is still strange.

[gone_byebye]

"Potassium and carbohydrate intake, mostly," Ray says. "Although I wouldn't suggest trying to eat them without peeling them first. The skin's not something most humans care to attempt to digest."

[alwayshaveaplan]

Annabeth glances around the corner of her booth at the sound of continuous piling bananas.

"... wow. Did a fruit-stand explode?"

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"Possibly on the other side of the planet, but this is the result of a severely localized ectoplasmic manifestation in Tribeca," Ray says as he starts to shovel. "When I get back to the city we'll see if we can't trace these things to their source."

[alwayshaveaplan]

She blinks.

Now, she usually prides herself as a total genius?

But. Localized ectoplas-what?

"Sorry?"

In any case, she's up to help scoop some of the bananas into the shopping cart. Might as well be helpful.

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"An extremely specialized poltergeist with a weird sense of either humor or vengeance, I'm not sure which," Ray says. "All part of a day's work. My name's Ray Stantz, I'm a Ghostbuster. Pleased to meet you, miss."

[a1enzo]

Behold... potassium!

"... Dr. Stantz?"

[gone_byebye]

Seriously. Suddenly, bananas!

*ahem*

"Hi, Enzo," says Ray. "Poltergeist. Mind passing me a shovel or something?"

[a1enzo]

"Uh, sure. Just a nano."

Off to the Bar, and he returns equipped with a pair of snow shovels.

"You know your world's ghosts are even weirder than Dani's, right?"

[gone_byebye]

"When Optimus Prime asks you in all seriousness if you come to Milliways to get a regular dose of something approaching normalcy, it's generally time to evaluate the spooks you work with, among other things," Ray says. "Yes, I'm aware. At least it's not another screaming burrito."