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@holtzmanncd said: *kicks in the door but gently puts it back up* i'm here for this immediately 100%. biromantic eleven who thinks boys and their long eyelashes are pretty but girls and their soft faces are nice, too. I have a lot of feelings about the eggo child.
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el being able to be herself
whatever it may be
with whomever she may love
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( @holtzmanncd )
“You have such a beautiful mind. Now, I might not be able to control it, the way the ‘bad guys’ always do in comic books and movies... But I can certainly give you a little persuasion.”
He pulled tighter on the straps holding the engineer down, and gave her a smile. “I do hope you’re sitting comfortably, Dr. Holtzmann. We don't have to be here long, that’s all up to you, but we certainly won’t be going anywhere until I can be assured of your... loyalty.”
2 Can Be As Bad As 1
@holtzmanncd || Continued From: X
It was a late night and she had been working on her newest project– like the bear-trap looking contraption that sent ghosts elsewhere, this one captured ghosts and transported them. She was trying to transport them back to the containment unit in her lab.
The device was bucket shaped and its whirring insides were ominous and she should-not have left it unchecked while she grabbed the water and sandwich that Abby had set out for her– but she did, leaving it to charge with levels she wasn’t ready for.
Trying to shut it down garnered a threatening shudder from the device and a lurch into the air, the contraption’s alarm whistling.
And then a boom.
Total darkness as she stumbles through the dark- of course she crashed the power in the firehouse. Way to Go, Jillian. Footsteps echoed up towards her, she assumed Abby or Erin or Patty heard the Ruckus and were on their way, But when the lights came up she slammed back into the work bench.
“I’m – what the nuts?” She blinked widely, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to figure out what was happening.
“Me?”
Blurry eyes tried to take in the sights, trying to drum up a logical explanation for what was happening before her. She was sleep walking again. Yeah, that had to be it. Sleep walking. Holtzmann believed in all things paranormal. All things scientific. All things weird. But, this weird science was pushing it slightly. Some boundaries had been crossed, and the confused engineer didn’t know a practical procedure to follow. There were no procedures for something like this.
She stepped further into the room and perched her yellow-tinted goggles atop of her head as she took a chance to reach out to her mirror image. “What have I done?” Was this a time paradox she had created and she didn’t know she had created yet? Was it a very vivid, fluid dream? She couldn’t say. She didn’t have enough information to asses this situation.
The being moved liked her, sounded like her, performed like her. Perhaps she had taken the conversation she had with Patty about cloning a little too seriously.
Her question, however, was no longer ‘how’, but ‘why’.
“Either the government sent over a stunt double that looks way too much like me or you’re actually me.” She rubbed at her eyes. The wild-headed blonde wouldn’t put it past the mayor to send over someone that looked similar enough like her for publicity stunts or interviews- the man of the city had all ready expressed his opinions on the way she lets things slip. “Who sent you? How– I have some questions.”
‘ Did I tell you that I live next door to Dunkin Donuts? ’
“I fail to see how that’s relevant.”
Snark At The Office:
Venkman and Holtzmann: playful sniping, actually pretty amusing.
Venkman and Gilbert: shots fired, there is bloodshed. How could a just God allow this to happen?
“I don’t wanna hear you talk about it, anymore.”
"And I don't really want to talk about it anymore, but you don't seem to get it. You will lose your friends, or they will lose you. It's only a question of when."
@holtzmanncd
“I got your card. Chocolate makes me break out.”
Heiss was in the middle of trying to figure out how to move from bed to wheelchair, a task that he’d finally been allowed to complete himself after much grumbling and complaining.
“What are you doing here again? I get it, you’re sorry you didn’t properly notify your friend of the risks of opening a ghost trap already containing a captured entity.”
holtzmanncd hat deine Frage beantwortet “If someone explains to me how to get this playlist stuff done and on...”
Are you looking to get a billyplayer going because I can direct you to a link (no need to make me anything, I just know a good tutorial.)
I really don’t care what player tbh, just a player, bc this is a musician and his blog is so siiilent.
