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I need to talk about Egon Spengler's fire pole. No, really.
In Ghostbusters Afterlife, Phoebe finds Egon's underground lab. There's a fire pole down to it.
So?
So, Egon hated using the firehouse fire pole.
In 1984's Ghostbusters, when we see Egon take the fire pole down for a bust, he is NOT comfortable on that thing. Sheer terror, might accurately describe the look on his face. Egon preferred the stairs.
It's Ray who loves the station fire pole.
Why even is there a barn lab fire pole? How would Egon exit the underground lab? Scooch up the pole? No. He probably couldn't climb a fire pole. Not at 70 years old. So, there has to be stairs or ladder down to the underground lab, though we never see them. Physics demand there must be another way in and out. Those stairs, would have been Egon's functional entrance/exit. The underground lab fire pole is structurally unnecessary. Why did Egon, while low on money and time, install it?
Because the fire pole is for someone else. Ray. Egon put it in because he liked to make Ray happy. And he hoped Ray was coming to help.
I think the pole, and the fact that Egon had multiple uniforms hanging ready in the locker, had more than one proton pack, and installed the gunner seat in Ecto1, all point to this- Egon never thought he'd face Gozer alone. This is why it ultimately takes a team to execute Egon's full entrapment vision, which does succeed and capture Gozer, but only when there's finally enough people on the team.
Egon never planned to be alone. He was doing his best but he knew he couldn't do it alone. He was always ready for Ray to believe him.
"We're ready to believe you." -The Ghostbusters
When Egon's mega Gozer trap fails at the beginning of Afterlife and he hides the Vinz Clortho trap in the floorboard puzzle box, who (besides Phoebe) was smart enough to unlock that puzzle? Ray Stantz.
Did Egon know Phoebe would come along? That she would be old enough in time? That she would be in Oklahoma? That she, a child, could handle the battle with Gozer? Perhaps he did.
Or did Egon believe that if he failed, Ray would come finish the job? The book stacks. The number code. The maps. Ray would have recognized everything in the livingroom of that old house, the moment he walked in. He would have recognized everything in the lab. He could have picked up where Egon left off. Only he never answered the call.
Still mad at Afterlife Ray.
Egon's fire pole is proof to me that he loved Ray Stantz, and was waiting on Ray to come, until the end.
Hello! It’s been a bit! Misfit and I are taking a short trip, but after our return, I’m hoping to get things running a little bit more over here again. 👻
So... I really should know better than to make these kinds of posts. Shortly after coming home from our trip, my work world exploded and July massively kicked my butt. I'm still looking to come back, but I'm now fighting some massive burn out. Bear with me as I'm slowly trying to pull myself back out again!
Egon sleeps with a weighted blanket and his name is Ray.
028, lakeside while the sun is setting. (with Kylie? 🥺 learning to drive the ecto-8?) [ @manicpanicaddict ]
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"Go ahead and pull off to the side there, we'll break for a bit and then switch before we head back into the harbor."
Learning to drive a boat was one thing. Learning to drive an incredibly recognizable boat that was loaded with equipment that could easily cause a nuclear explosion if something went wrong was a whole different level of terrifying.
He put a hand on Kylie's back, hoping to encourage her to loosen her grip on the wheel.
"She takes some time to get used to," His smile warm and proud. "You did really well! A lot better than Venkman did the first time he tried to pilot her."
set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.
001, a convenience store past midnight.
002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.
003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.
004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.
005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.
006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.
007, on stage in an empty theatre.
008, inside an old abandoned house.
009, an empty cemetery at night.
010, the arrival hall at an airport.
011, the last train compartment that's not full.
012, the roulette table in a casino.
013, on the deck of a cruise ship.
014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.
015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.
016, on the dance floor during a wedding.
017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.
018, backstage during the middle of a concert.
019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.
020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.
021, a small, intimate family barbecue.
022, a gazebo while it's raining.
023, the back of an empty bus.
024, a hotel room with only one bed.
025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.
026, a bar just after closing.
027, an empty sports stadium.
028, lakeside while the sun is setting.
030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.
031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.
032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.
033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.
034, on kiss cam at a sports game.
035, at a table during a charity gala.
036, a masquerade ball.
037, a halloween party in a suburban house.
038, the beach in the late afternoon.
039, a dressing room after a big performance.
040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.
Hello! It’s been a bit! Misfit and I are taking a short trip, but after our return, I’m hoping to get things running a little bit more over here again. 👻
Egon sighed to himself and pivoted back to follow Ray. Never go alone was their most important rule. Their line of work proved dangerous— between ghosts and customers.
❝Do you suspect anything is back there or are you curious?❞
It wouldn't surprise him if it was the latter. Ray was always interested in these old buildings. He couldn't deny that his research had saved them more than once. Even if he was ready to head home. He had fruit flies and slime in an incubator he wanted to check on.
❝The reported activity isn't aligned with any recorded patterns. I'm beginning to wonder if this is a false alarm.❞
"I dunno, something about this place feels different," He tried the goggles again, hoping to see something. "Maybe it is just me being curious, but with the history of this place, I don't think it could hurt to double check things. Just to be sure."
The information he'd found on the building as incredible as it was tragic. Fires, disappearances, mysterious deaths, the marquee sign might as well have been updated to announce the potential for something to be residing there.
He moved carefully down the basement stairs, unsure of just how old and how stable they were.
"Really is a shame that this place was just abandoned like this. Can you imagine how beautiful she must have been with the lights on?"
❝…,❞
❝Y— yeah, sure. That sounds like a great idea.❞
Oh, god, what? What the hell did he just get himself into? He thought he was going to get a lecture about condoms or diaphragms or AIDS again. He’d heard enough about AIDS and had taken enough beatings for it.
Not that he’d expect anything harsh from Ray.
Regardless, now he was freaked out for a whole host of other reasons. Now he was going to have to have a talk with Paulo, which now he dreaded more than this conversation.
He scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair; the pliable pomade made it stick up in different directions.
❝What— uh— do you have in mind? And, um, how soon do you think you’ll have something?❞
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"Oh--uh--"
He tried to keep a straight face at the question, he really did. It wasn't any of his business, he didn't want to know.
But the readings that had come from those spikes were fascinating! Sure, it was only residual, but he'd only see something close to that a few times before! How could he not be curious about this individual that Eduardo had gotten involved with?!
"It shouldn't take me long. I'll need to dig around a bit and do some thorough cleaning and sterilization, but that won't be a problem," He looked over the the desk, grabbing a spare notepad and pen. "Do you know what your gauge size is? Since most entities target and take control of neurological functions during possession, gauges with silver of onyx should work as well as anything to keep your head clear."
Hopefully it would be subtle enough to keep his partner from noticing or being bothered as well.
"How, uh-- How soon do you think you'll be seeing them again?"
so like... why do you have a pilots license? shit you do have one, right? please tell us you're not flying without a license
"....I've had lessons. And I've solo'd a few times.... It's fine. Winston's shown me enough of what to do and he wouldn't let me fly if he didn't think I could do it."
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"Are the lenses full of ectoplasim again? Have you checked?"
He carried on in the direction of the lobby.
"I didn't find anything, no. It's quiet-- dead quiet..."
Now it was his turn to give the other man a look.
"I don't think this is any time for jokes, Spengler. I checked the goggles right before we left, everything was working fine!"
He glanced back down the hall once more. Something about the old theater was strange, even by their standards.
"I'm going to check the basement again. Maybe we missed something. This used to be a live theater, there's got to be some way to get to where the stage was."
What kind of Ghost are You?
Highway Ghost to make a home in a moving place; a highspeed in-between. quiet shoulder, hot summer pavement, crickets jumping in the tall weeds until the rushed wind of a late-night trip speeds past. a horizon of headlights, a hope that you’ll see me, weigh the options of a stranger in your backseat, and choose to tap the brakes. if I can linger with you for a few miles, feign a heartbeat if only to remember the chatter and hot breath of living. cluttered floor and candy bag passed from the passenger seat until a question hovers without an answer and I’ve vanished from the rear-view mirror. until I snap back to my standing place. until I hear the distant hum of tires pick up again. "can I catch a ride? could you turn the radio up? it’s been so long since I’ve heard this song."
He fought open the bag of bread and crammed a piece in his mouth. He could feel the pain and nausea in his gut which meant he'd gone too long without eating again. He couldn't remember if he ate at all yesterday. They had been busy to say the least.
He pulled another piece out of the bag and balled it up in his fist. He dropped the rest of the loaf back on the counter, not bothering to tie it shut again. He dropped himself onto the couch to his own despair. He was sore.
The week of Halloween was always difficult, but the days that followed were just as bad. He groaned in both pain and frustration. He hated resting.
While he loved their work, and would never give it up for anything, even Ray could admit when he was exhausted and needed a break. It came with the fall season, or rather the near end of it, and he could only hope that things slowed down a little bit before the winter holidays.
He winced as he looked at his friend. How long had it been since they had been able to take a day? How long had it been since they had a good night's sleep? If even Egon was this exhausted, he knew the answer was too long.
"...Think we could get away with unplugging the phones?" He asked, only half joking. "I think we all could use it. We're gonna end up needing to bust ourselves if we keep going like this."
Coloured renditions of my initial swapped-ghostbusters au, now featuring the rest of them!
(I will explain roles/dynamics at some point soon, I swear, but my main note is that the key aspects of the characters' personalities remain consistent with canon and so changes have been made to the narrative to fit better)
Send “You’re acting strange” for a starter where my muse has been possessed by a ghost/demon/other entity.
It was... relieving to hear his name in return. To hear the softness in Ray's tone. He hadn't expected it; either his grace or the emotion it brought him. What was it? Grief? It was a bundle of nerves in his chest that he wasn't about to untangle now.
The questions he posed had careful answers. He knew if he lied, Ray would be able to tell-- even over the phone. If he was honest about where his was, Ray would be able to find him. If he wanted to.
He didn't want to be found.
He also knew that his definition of "okay" was very different than Ray's. This house he found wasn't what most would call livable, however it had a good foundation and he found it to be study enough. He made it work.
His body, however, was worse for wear.
"Yes. I'm okay," he echoed, "I'm in Oklahoma."
He was quiet for another moment.
"....Are... you okay?"
“I…”
The most honest answer was no, he wasn't okay. He hadn't been okay since the morning he had gone into work and discovered everything he loved gone.
But he knew better than to say that. Egon was stubborn, and as much as he wanted answers, wanted an explanation for what the other man had done, he didn't want to risk getting into an argument and losing him again.
"I'm getting by."
That wasn't entirely honest, but there was no need to go into that either. He didn't need to know that there was a good chance that he was going to be late on rent... again.
"It's... it's good to hear from you. How, uh..." He hadn't felt this uncomfortable talking with him since his early days in college. "How is Oklahoma?"
Was that safe to ask? He really didn't know. It wasn't what was really on his mind anyway.
'Are you sleeping? Are you eating? Are you safe?'