Ghostbusters: Dallas Branch

i fucking HATE new york city dawg

Ooh when did you make it to the big apple?

-Emily

Hello? Is anyone there?

FINALLY

I̷̭͊͛͂s̸̻̾̄́͝ ̵̹͍͓̯̿̔͐̍̕ẗ̸̛̜́̚h̸͚͌͛̕i̴̮̭̼̹̬̐̇̅̃s̷̢͔͓̙̈̊̍͌̋ ̷̧̰́̋̿̉͜͜t̵̘̍h̸͕̒̍i̶͖̰͒̏͐ͅn̶̡̑g̷̟̳͎̙͛̍̓͘ ̵̞͗̀̀̍w̸̗̮͎͇͊̾o̵̡̳͚͈̎́̋̕͜r̸̲̈́͘k̷͉̖͖̅͛́́͆ḯ̵̀̐̋ͅn̶̨͖̥̥̪̅͂̿̓͘g̵͎̋?̷̧͙̱͍̦͋͒̿̚

C̶͜͝a̸̠̚n̴͚̈́ ̷̡͝y̷͕̋ỏ̸̢ů̷̳ ̶̤͐r̸̡͒è̷̤a̶̼̚d̴̥͆ ̵̅ͅt̶̬̋h̵̢̍i̵̟͐ș̴͑?̶̦͒

*THUD*

Damn computer. Wish some of that PR money could go into the technology budget... Anyway. Rocket? Is that really you out there?

-Emily

[Plain text: Is this thing working? Can you read this?]

#rp blog #ghostbusters rp #open rp #[OOC: The ask box is open once again!]

Oh shit yall are alive

Hey! Emily here!

Yep! I sure hope so at least. The PK activity really kicked up after the dust settled with Tiamat so we've been working around the clock to get things back to normal. Keith's been collecting lots of data and samples to send back to head office in Manhattan. Jackie's been dealing with managing the rookies and working hard to keep this place together. I got my certification to help Keith with some new experimental technology (this time not revealed to him in a vision from a chaos deity). And Cassidy has been busy for the past few months with wedding planning.

Also I forgot the password to this blog...

-Emily

#📻#text

>Connection stable

>Please enter your password

••••••••••••

>Logging in...

>Welcome "Dallas_Branch"

... 97.14%...

ProtonOS Installation Disc... Present ✓

SummerNet Boot Sequence Proceeding...

Estimated Time: 96 Hours...

Please wait...

I̷̭͊͛͂s̸̻̾̄́͝ ̵̹͍͓̯̿̔͐̍̕ẗ̸̛̜́̚h̸͚͌͛̕i̴̮̭̼̹̬̐̇̅̃s̷̢͔͓̙̈̊̍͌̋ ̷̧̰́̋̿̉͜͜t̵̘̍h̸͕̒̍i̶͖̰͒̏͐ͅn̶̡̑g̷̟̳͎̙͛̍̓͘ ̵̞͗̀̀̍w̸̗̮͎͇͊̾o̵̡̳͚͈̎́̋̕͜r̸̲̈́͘k̷͉̖͖̅͛́́͆ḯ̵̀̐̋ͅn̶̨͖̥̥̪̅͂̿̓͘g̵͎̋?̷̧͙̱͍̦͋͒̿̚

C̶͜͝a̸̠̚n̴͚̈́ ̷̡͝y̷͕̋ỏ̸̢ů̷̳ ̶̤͐r̸̡͒è̷̤a̶̼̚d̴̥͆ ̵̅ͅt̶̬̋h̵̢̍i̵̟͐ș̴͑?̶̦͒

*THUD*

Damn computer. Wish some of that PR money could go into the technology budget... Anyway. Rocket? Is that really you out there?

-Emily

[Plain text: Is this thing working? Can you read this?]

#ghostbusters rp #open rp #text #rp blog #OOC: just trying to gauge interest... anyone wanna play toys with me?

>Searching for updates... >System updating [1/436] >System updating [18/436]

>System updating [419/436] >System update complete >Attempting to reestablish connection...

While we recover from the Tiamat crossrip, we will be closing this blog. We'd like to thank everyone for their kindness and friendship. We'll continue to monitor the situation to make sure Tiamat's really gone, but we're 99.99% sure she won't be returning anytime soon.

It's been real y'all.

-The Dallas Branch

[The journey between worlds was a sensation unlike any other. It was scorching and freezing at the same time. The minutes seemed to race by. The seconds scraping by at a snail's pace. Finally, Emily emerged on the other side just outside the gate at the defunct Shandor mining facility. Golden light erupted from the horizon in the east. Emily took a deep breath and started towards the town.]

[They reached for their radio.]

"Alright, I'm in, Keith. Headed towards Summerville now. I'll let you know when I find Rocket. Over."

[Static]

"Keith, do you copy?"

[Static]

"Perfect."

[@summervillesrocket]

[ After reckoning with Gozer last night, Rocket’s bones are aching as it gets jolted awake by the sudden sensation that someone just entered its universe. Will this shit never stop? A line from The Last Jedi runs through its head. ]

“Ffffiiiiine…”

[ With her reluctant sigh, she slides out of bed, donning an old marching band shirt and jorts it wore yesterday, then slipping on socks and her boots. It’s only 7:30ish in the morning, so taking off with her gear is a no-go. She’s gonna have to take off with her wings as quietly as possible. Summoning them while standing in the empty street, she leaps into the air and gains height enough to glide into the fields. ]

[Emily rolled up their sleeves as the temperature began to rise with the sun. Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they wished they had Keith drop them closer to town. Off in the distance they spot something flying close to the fields. Too big to be a bird or drone.]

"What the?"

[ Gaining speed, Rocket recognizes the shape of a human and tucks in its wings a bit. There is, indeed, a denizen of another universe out in her hills. Using a little bit of its power, she prods on the human’s mind - ]

“Emily from fucking alternate Dallas?”

[ It can’t help itself. The words just come out. She pulls in its wings even more and dives, then alights in a way she hopes isn’t frightening. But then, she and her golden feathers are backlit by the rising sun… ]

[Emily stepped back to allow more room for Rocket to land. They took a quick scan with their PKE meter and gawked at the reading. If they didn't already know Tiamat had done something to her, they would definitely know now. They slid the meter back in its place on their belt and composed themself.]

"You, uh, have wings now. How'd that happen?"

[One thing was for certain: Emily was a terrible actor.]

[ Tucking its wings in, Rocket brushes the dust off its arms and legs, smirking a bit. ]

“Uh, buddy, you know how that happened. You kinda sent her our way. How did you get here though? How did that happen?”

[ She closes its eyes and puts its hands on her temples. ]

“Swear to God, you better not be here on purpose. I don’t wanna have to repair rips in reality.”

[They hardened their expression as Rocket spoke. Their eyebrows knitting together in confusion and worry. Their mouth agape, but no words leaving until she was finished.]

"We, uh, made contact with another Dr. Spengler. One experienced with interdimensional travel. He helped us build a stable portal."

[Emily sighed.]

"I came here because after I heard about what happened to you with Tiamat, I had to make sure you were okay. I couldn't sleep for a while without being attacked with images of you as one of her terror birds."

[They looked away and crossed their arms.]

"Rips in reality... The rift can stand a few jumps every once in a while as long as y'know you're careful and know what you're doing and not using random spells sent by strangers or whatever sticks to the wall when thrown. On my way here the first time last night I... I thought I saw you. They were only flashes, but it was you coming to the dimension I'm from. That's probably not it then if you're here. Maybe it really was just one of her terror birds."

[ Rocket waits until Emily finishes. God, there’s too many Egons… at least they were able to do it safely, though. She snickers at the comment about random spells, funny-in-retrospect memories flashing through its mind. It raises its eyebrows and places a hand on her right hip at the last part, though. ]

“Oh. Yeah, that was me. I went to the Finger Lakes branch a few weeks ago to see if I could help them with their, uh, situation regarding their leader. I had no idea I could even do that, and going there and back knocked me down for the count for like a week. Egon and I have been training to use our powers, and we’re definitely better, but we still have a ways to go.”

[ It realized she hadn’t taken a breath in a while, so she did, then moved on to the real question. ]

“For real, though. What’re you here for?”

"Well, I can't tell you exactly how or why I'm here in great detail because I don't trust that Tiamat wouldn't be spying. I mean you do have her terror birds' powers. I doubt she'd let you and Egon out of her sight and- wait a few weeks ago? They... they just opened their blog a few days ago!"

[Emily checked their watch only to find it had stopped working the moment they entered the portal.]

"Rocket, what's today's date?"

“Uh. June 20th, 2022. Yesterday was the 19th, and I finally got a grip on what day it was after those weeks of training at odd hours.”

[ She takes a few gentle steps toward Emily, concerned for them. Their distress seems to be rising at the sight of their watch. ]

“You good?”

"I was... When I left it was the second. And now it's the twentieth? Is that why I can't get a hold of Keith?"

[Emily began to pace around and muttering to themself about being gone for supposedly eighteen days. They completely forgot that Rocket was still there watching them rant and rave.]

"No, no, I'm not okay. If I've been missing from Dallas all this time, who knows how bad things must be now! If I can't reach Keith, I can't tell him when I need to be brought back or when I'm about to use the emergency recall."

[They looked back to Rocket.]

"I might be stuck here."

[The journey between worlds was a sensation unlike any other. It was scorching and freezing at the same time. The minutes seemed to race by. The seconds scraping by at a snail's pace. Finally, Emily emerged on the other side just outside the gate at the defunct Shandor mining facility. Golden light erupted from the horizon in the east. Emily took a deep breath and started towards the town.]

[They reached for their radio.]

"Alright, I'm in, Keith. Headed towards Summerville now. I'll let you know when I find Rocket. Over."

[Static]

"Keith, do you copy?"

[Static]

"Perfect."

[@summervillesrocket]

[ After reckoning with Gozer last night, Rocket’s bones are aching as it gets jolted awake by the sudden sensation that someone just entered its universe. Will this shit never stop? A line from The Last Jedi runs through its head. ]

“Ffffiiiiine…”

[ With her reluctant sigh, she slides out of bed, donning an old marching band shirt and jorts it wore yesterday, then slipping on socks and her boots. It’s only 7:30ish in the morning, so taking off with her gear is a no-go. She’s gonna have to take off with her wings as quietly as possible. Summoning them while standing in the empty street, she leaps into the air and gains height enough to glide into the fields. ]

[Emily rolled up their sleeves as the temperature began to rise with the sun. Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they wished they had Keith drop them closer to town. Off in the distance they spot something flying close to the fields. Too big to be a bird or drone.]

"What the?"

[ Gaining speed, Rocket recognizes the shape of a human and tucks in its wings a bit. There is, indeed, a denizen of another universe out in her hills. Using a little bit of its power, she prods on the human’s mind - ]

“Emily from fucking alternate Dallas?”

[ It can’t help itself. The words just come out. She pulls in its wings even more and dives, then alights in a way she hopes isn’t frightening. But then, she and her golden feathers are backlit by the rising sun… ]

[Emily stepped back to allow more room for Rocket to land. They took a quick scan with their PKE meter and gawked at the reading. If they didn't already know Tiamat had done something to her, they would definitely know now. They slid the meter back in its place on their belt and composed themself.]

"You, uh, have wings now. How'd that happen?"

[One thing was for certain: Emily was a terrible actor.]

[ Tucking its wings in, Rocket brushes the dust off its arms and legs, smirking a bit. ]

“Uh, buddy, you know how that happened. You kinda sent her our way. How did you get here though? How did that happen?”

[ She closes its eyes and puts its hands on her temples. ]

“Swear to God, you better not be here on purpose. I don’t wanna have to repair rips in reality.”

[They hardened their expression as Rocket spoke. Their eyebrows knitting together in confusion and worry. Their mouth agape, but no words leaving until she was finished.]

"We, uh, made contact with another Dr. Spengler. One experienced with interdimensional travel. He helped us build a stable portal."

[Emily sighed.]

"I came here because after I heard about what happened to you with Tiamat, I had to make sure you were okay. I couldn't sleep for a while without being attacked with images of you as one of her terror birds."

[They looked away and crossed their arms.]

"Rips in reality... The rift can stand a few jumps every once in a while as long as y'know you're careful and know what you're doing and not using random spells sent by strangers or whatever sticks to the wall when thrown. On my way here the first time last night I... I thought I saw you. They were only flashes, but it was you coming to the dimension I'm from. That's probably not it then if you're here. Maybe it really was just one of her terror birds."

[ Rocket waits until Emily finishes. God, there’s too many Egons… at least they were able to do it safely, though. She snickers at the comment about random spells, funny-in-retrospect memories flashing through its mind. It raises its eyebrows and places a hand on her right hip at the last part, though. ]

“Oh. Yeah, that was me. I went to the Finger Lakes branch a few weeks ago to see if I could help them with their, uh, situation regarding their leader. I had no idea I could even do that, and going there and back knocked me down for the count for like a week. Egon and I have been training to use our powers, and we’re definitely better, but we still have a ways to go.”

[ It realized she hadn’t taken a breath in a while, so she did, then moved on to the real question. ]

“For real, though. What’re you here for?”

"Well, I can't tell you exactly how or why I'm here in great detail because I don't trust that Tiamat wouldn't be spying. I mean you do have her terror birds' powers. I doubt she'd let you and Egon out of her sight and- wait a few weeks ago? They... they just opened their blog a few days ago!"

[Emily checked their watch only to find it had stopped working the moment they entered the portal.]

"Rocket, what's today's date?"

dre-deactivated

Spells Against the Evil Spirits of Babylonia (1903)

#save for later

[The journey between worlds was a sensation unlike any other. It was scorching and freezing at the same time. The minutes seemed to race by. The seconds scraping by at a snail's pace. Finally, Emily emerged on the other side just outside the gate at the defunct Shandor mining facility. Golden light erupted from the horizon in the east. Emily took a deep breath and started towards the town.]

[They reached for their radio.]

"Alright, I'm in, Keith. Headed towards Summerville now. I'll let you know when I find Rocket. Over."

[Static]

"Keith, do you copy?"

[Static]

"Perfect."

[@summervillesrocket]

[ After reckoning with Gozer last night, Rocket’s bones are aching as it gets jolted awake by the sudden sensation that someone just entered its universe. Will this shit never stop? A line from The Last Jedi runs through its head. ]

“Ffffiiiiine…”

[ With her reluctant sigh, she slides out of bed, donning an old marching band shirt and jorts it wore yesterday, then slipping on socks and her boots. It’s only 7:30ish in the morning, so taking off with her gear is a no-go. She’s gonna have to take off with her wings as quietly as possible. Summoning them while standing in the empty street, she leaps into the air and gains height enough to glide into the fields. ]

[Emily rolled up their sleeves as the temperature began to rise with the sun. Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they wished they had Keith drop them closer to town. Off in the distance they spot something flying close to the fields. Too big to be a bird or drone.]

"What the?"

[ Gaining speed, Rocket recognizes the shape of a human and tucks in its wings a bit. There is, indeed, a denizen of another universe out in her hills. Using a little bit of its power, she prods on the human’s mind - ]

“Emily from fucking alternate Dallas?”

[ It can’t help itself. The words just come out. She pulls in its wings even more and dives, then alights in a way she hopes isn’t frightening. But then, she and her golden feathers are backlit by the rising sun… ]

[Emily stepped back to allow more room for Rocket to land. They took a quick scan with their PKE meter and gawked at the reading. If they didn't already know Tiamat had done something to her, they would definitely know now. They slid the meter back in its place on their belt and composed themself.]

"You, uh, have wings now. How'd that happen?"

[One thing was for certain: Emily was a terrible actor.]

[ Tucking its wings in, Rocket brushes the dust off its arms and legs, smirking a bit. ]

“Uh, buddy, you know how that happened. You kinda sent her our way. How did you get here though? How did that happen?”

[ She closes its eyes and puts its hands on her temples. ]

“Swear to God, you better not be here on purpose. I don’t wanna have to repair rips in reality.”

[They hardened their expression as Rocket spoke. Their eyebrows knitting together in confusion and worry. Their mouth agape, but no words leaving until she was finished.]

"We, uh, made contact with another Dr. Spengler. One experienced with interdimensional travel. He helped us build a stable portal."

[Emily sighed.]

"I came here because after I heard about what happened to you with Tiamat, I had to make sure you were okay. I couldn't sleep for a while without being attacked with images of you as one of her terror birds."

[They looked away and crossed their arms.]

"Rips in reality... The rift can stand a few jumps every once in a while as long as y'know you're careful and know what you're doing and not using random spells sent by strangers or whatever sticks to the wall when thrown. On my way here the first time last night I... I thought I saw you. They were only flashes, but it was you coming to the dimension I'm from. That's probably not it then if you're here. Maybe it really was just one of her terror birds."

#🚀#📻

[The journey between worlds was a sensation unlike any other. It was scorching and freezing at the same time. The minutes seemed to race by. The seconds scraping by at a snail's pace. Finally, Emily emerged on the other side just outside the gate at the defunct Shandor mining facility. Golden light erupted from the horizon in the east. Emily took a deep breath and started towards the town.]

[They reached for their radio.]

"Alright, I'm in, Keith. Headed towards Summerville now. I'll let you know when I find Rocket. Over."

[Static]

"Keith, do you copy?"

[Static]

"Perfect."

[@summervillesrocket]

[ After reckoning with Gozer last night, Rocket’s bones are aching as it gets jolted awake by the sudden sensation that someone just entered its universe. Will this shit never stop? A line from The Last Jedi runs through its head. ]

“Ffffiiiiine…”

[ With her reluctant sigh, she slides out of bed, donning an old marching band shirt and jorts it wore yesterday, then slipping on socks and her boots. It’s only 7:30ish in the morning, so taking off with her gear is a no-go. She’s gonna have to take off with her wings as quietly as possible. Summoning them while standing in the empty street, she leaps into the air and gains height enough to glide into the fields. ]

[Emily rolled up their sleeves as the temperature began to rise with the sun. Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they wished they had Keith drop them closer to town. Off in the distance they spot something flying close to the fields. Too big to be a bird or drone.]

"What the?"

[ Gaining speed, Rocket recognizes the shape of a human and tucks in its wings a bit. There is, indeed, a denizen of another universe out in her hills. Using a little bit of its power, she prods on the human’s mind - ]

“Emily from fucking alternate Dallas?”

[ It can’t help itself. The words just come out. She pulls in its wings even more and dives, then alights in a way she hopes isn’t frightening. But then, she and her golden feathers are backlit by the rising sun… ]

[Emily stepped back to allow more room for Rocket to land. They took a quick scan with their PKE meter and gawked at the reading. If they didn't already know Tiamat had done something to her, they would definitely know now. They slid the meter back in its place on their belt and composed themself.]

"You, uh, have wings now. How'd that happen?"

[One thing was for certain: Emily was a terrible actor.]

[The journey between worlds was a sensation unlike any other. It was scorching and freezing at the same time. The minutes seemed to race by. The seconds scraping by at a snail's pace. Finally, Emily emerged on the other side just outside the gate at the defunct Shandor mining facility. Golden light erupted from the horizon in the east. Emily took a deep breath and started towards the town.]

[They reached for their radio.]

"Alright, I'm in, Keith. Headed towards Summerville now. I'll let you know when I find Rocket. Over."

[Static]

"Keith, do you copy?"

[Static]

"Perfect."

[@summervillesrocket]

[ After reckoning with Gozer last night, Rocket’s bones are aching as it gets jolted awake by the sudden sensation that someone just entered its universe. Will this shit never stop? A line from The Last Jedi runs through its head. ]

“Ffffiiiiine…”

[ With her reluctant sigh, she slides out of bed, donning an old marching band shirt and jorts it wore yesterday, then slipping on socks and her boots. It’s only 7:30ish in the morning, so taking off with her gear is a no-go. She’s gonna have to take off with her wings as quietly as possible. Summoning them while standing in the empty street, she leaps into the air and gains height enough to glide into the fields. ]

[Emily rolled up their sleeves as the temperature began to rise with the sun. Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they wished they had Keith drop them closer to town. Off in the distance they spot something flying close to the fields. Too big to be a bird or drone.]

"What the?"