* 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁!

❝ LET’S SAY THIS 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗘 REPRESENTS THE NORMAL AMOUNT OF PSYCHOKINETIC ENERGY IN THE NEW YORK AREA. ACCORDING TO THIS MORNING’S SAMPLE, IT WOULD BE A TWINKIE... 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 WEIGHING APPROXIMATELY  𝗦𝗜𝗫 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗦. ❞

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗘, 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗗𝗥. 𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 (𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟰) 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝟮 (𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟵). 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘/𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗭𝗘𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗧, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗔 𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘. A STUDY IN: SCIENCE, THE PARANORMAL, THRIVING AS PART OF A TEAM, JUSTICE, FIGHTING FOR THE GREATER GOOD NO-MATTER THE COST, UNCONDITIONAL FRIENDSHIP, OVERCOMING ADVERSITY, UNANSWERED QUESTIONS, HANDLING THE JUDGEMENT OF OTHERS, AN UNWAVERING PASSION FOR ONE'S WORK - AND 𝘛𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘌𝘚. 𝘓𝘖𝘛𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘓𝘖𝘛𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘌𝘚.

𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗦. 𝗦𝗛𝗘/𝗛𝗘𝗥. 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘+. 𝗚𝗠𝗧+𝟭. 𝗜𝗠𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡. 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧. 𝗘𝗦𝗧. 𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟲𝗧𝗛 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮.

Anyway, my GB Day, in three pics. The third revolves around me finding out my blood type. Egon would approve.

HAPPY GHOSTBUSTERS DAY!!! FORTY-TWO YEARS SINCE THESE IDIOTS WERE LET LOOSE ON THE WORLD

SO FRANTIC WERE HIS MOVEMENTS, HE ALMOST INPUTTED HER NUMBER INCORRECTLY. Such carelessness wasn't typical of him - but circumstances were unfolding quickly, and there was now the potential for very personal implications.

THE DIAL TONE RANG - AND RANG. Hunched over his desk, the fingers of his free hand briefly tapped impatiently against his desk. Come on...

AND THEN, SHE ANSWERED. At the confirmation that she was, in fact, home, his stomach swooped with something unpleasant.

❝ Mary-Jane? It's Egon. No time to explain. I need you to evacuate your apartment complex immediately. ❞

IF THE PANIC-STRICKEN RAMBLINGS OF THEIR MOST RECENT CALLER WERE ANYTHING TO GO BY, THE DEAD HAD RISEN - AND HAD OPTED TO CHOOSE THEIR SPECIFIC STREET TO INHABIT. He'd been relayed the details with an air of scepticism - was there such a thing as a zombie homemaker? Did they not just aimlessly wander? On his own part, he always liked to maintain an open mind; if nothing else, more avenues of research were available to him that way.

HIS ARRIVAL, AND SUBSEQUENT SCOUTING OF THE VICINITY IN QUESTION HAD YIELDED NO DATA. So, he'd opted to, rather reluctantly, knock on residents' doors. One of them had pointed to a particular house. Allegedly, the owner was quite a character. A detail he did little more than shrug off. He'd always found that oddity was often in the eye of the beholder.

STILL, A LEAD WAS A LEAD. Thus, he crossed the street, reaching the front door and giving it a brief but firm knock. His expectations were, as always, amenable.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || 🍆 “sharing is caring” is definitely something scrawled on the back of a photo cherry tucked somewhere for him to find || @daemondaes

ANOTHER EVENING CONFINED TO HIS DESK. Not that he ever explicitly complained about it (somehow, the adjective slash noun workaholic tended not to quite explain his devotion well enough), but, had the choice been presented, he'd have much rather been in the lab, engaging with more practical elements.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || frankly, there've been a lot of wild stories in the media. || @rasskaz4ik

❝ I know - but most of them are rooted in truth, Dr. Brown. ❞

AS THE OTHER MAN WOULD NO DOUBT COME TO REALISE, HIS NEW ACQUAINTANCE WAS ONE OF FEW WORDS. Elaborate conversation had never been his forte - not unless science was concerned, at least. Still, it had already become apparent that he was now in like-minded company. Perhaps his tongue would end up loosening a little more yet.

HIS RESPONSE HAD, AS ALWAYS, BEEN CAREFULLY FORMULATED. After all, to blindly vouch for every single publication would be an oversimplification, never mind inaccurate. He was a man of consistency, and that included his sheer distrust of journalists. They were their own form of con artists; vultures with a knack for interpreting something from nothing.