First Floor Lobby, Friday Afternoon

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

Three men in grey-brown jumpsuits and rather bulky backpacks walk in through the main doors of the dorm building.

"The experts have arrived!" Venkman announces, looking around the lobby.

"Venkman? I really don't think that shouting is going to get the little green buggers to come out of their hiding places." Ray says, sticking a cigarette in his mouth.

"I concur," Egon adds. "Their behaviour usually is to avoid extreme ruckus unless they sense weakness or food."

"Food?" Venkman asks. "So all we gotta do is order some pizza, leave it out, and they'll come like rats to mousetrap?"

"This is a high school. We leave pizza out, and the kids are gonna scarf it all down before I can way before any gremlins poke their ugly noses out." Ray responds.

"Well, that's definitely a set back. Specially if we proton pack any of the student body, right? I don't think our insurance covers that." Venkman deadpans.

"We don't have insurance any more." Egon replies.

"Right, right." Venkman scratches his chin. "Hey, tell you what. You two can go to the basement, I'm gonna go explore the school and see if there's any women trouble up there." He pats Ray and Egon on the shoulder. "I trust your expertise to handle this."

"Right, thanks." Ray says, raising an eyebrow.

"I knew you guys would be proud." Venkman says, already on his way out the door.

"He's going to try to get laid." Egon says, powering up his proton pack.

"That's Venkman for you." Ray says, powering up his own. "To the basement!"

Comments

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I had a feeling they were who you were gonna call...]

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

[ooc: You missed Smith's Office (http://www.livejournal.com/users/agent_principal/2564.html?thread=58628#t58628) yesterday, didn't you.]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Yes. Yes, I did.]

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Despite the fact that I put a golf cart on your desk, I love you for this.]]

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: That's okay, I love you for putting a golf cart on his desk. *goes to find post*

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: In Sweden, putting a golf cart on somebody's desk is a flirtatious gesture.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

[ooc: he's not my type. I like 'em green or undead.]

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *dies*]

[swerval_zero]

((Zero wants to know, "Where are the rest of the links for a human chain when you need one?"))