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[cupcakesmuses]

starter for @phoebe-spengler​

Maybe it was because he had answered wrong.

He should have said... Yes.

But if he was going to get sent to some interdimensional plane as a punishment for his insolence towards Gozer... this was pretty damn unexpected. As far as what he imagined interdimensional planes went. It looked a hell of a lot like panhandle farm land.

DIRT was written on the side of a collapsing barn...

Well, maybe not. But the satellites on top of the rather verge of collapsing itself looking, possibly Victorian era, home did look promising...

Ray realized he was still holding his proton pack, and it was humming in his hands... Had they blasted the Destroyer? Had Gozer so much as blinked? 

Was New York City a pile of ash and ruin at this point?

Things were fuzzy and Ray felt an uneasiness in his stomach. He turned the proton wand off and holstered it back, walking towards the house. His boots cut grooves into the tilled earth and something... he wasn’t sure what, made him kneel down and place a hand on the ground. He wiped at the dirt between rows... Something metal. 

And then he heard a car rolling up the dirt pathway. He glanced to it at first, thinking it was odd a car would be here but then he stood. Not just any car.

The Ecto-1. His Ecto.

Some kid with long hair was driving it...

And it was beat all to hell.

[cupcakesmuses]

starter for @whatwedointhemultiverse​

It wasn’t too often that Ray Stantz didn’t get stopped in the streets of New York now. Their business was almost too much, too exhausting. Janine was prioritizing calls, their cork board of appointments was slam full. But after Ray had fallen asleep standing up with his proton pack on... they decided they needed to regulate their hours a little better. Three could take on a job, giving one a full day off, and in the case of Ray and Egon, if they were badly badly needed of their expertise, they were always within two minutes of a phone. Egon mostly stayed in the lab, working anyway. But Ray had another way to unwind, other than his love of reading about the occult...

There was a blues bar not too far away from the firehouse. A little known place that Ray had heard from a friend who heard from a friend, wasn’t that the way it always went? He usually “disguised” himself with big thick framed reading glasses he never wore on jobs, but they were actually needed while playing the piano. He really favored a harmonica, but tonight they needed someone to sit in on keys and Ray had done the band the favor before. And he really liked these guys. They all knew who he was, but didn’t exploit the fact. They knew he worked hard and obviously this was his chance not to think about running around the city with a nuclear generator on your back or the dangerous destructive class 4 in the trap in your hands.

He spotted Alexandra in the crowd. Ray hadn’t spoken to her in a while, things had just been so busy. She’d been Peter’s girl in college and so Ray never so much as made any kind of move... But things were a lot different now than in college. God, she was gorgeous. Even more so now, older and wiser, than when he’d first asked to borrow a pencil from her in class. He had a pencil behind his ear the whole time. It wasn’t a move. He’d just forgotten about it. 

Gorgeous and kind, she was also a hell of a singer. Ray finished up the number with the band and asked the main singer, an dynamic lovable cannonball of a white guy named Jake, if they could take a five and, if he wanted a bit of a longer break, he could maybe pull on a girl he knew with pipes that would bring the whole damn house down. Jake agreed, announced their break and went to the bar for a drink. Well, Ray knew Alexandra could have the rest of the set if she wanted when Jake when to drink. He jumped down from the stage to go meet her.

“Alex! Fancy seeing you here... Um, not to be a pest, but you know you can sing with us if you want to.” Ray thumbed towards the bar, his large glasses slipping off his nose a bit from sweat.