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“I told you-- I feel fine!” Says the woman with only a very hazy recollection of a deeply concerning night out. Dolores has gone over her story at least three times at this point, each with a different member of the team. She remembers The Ritz, the tequila shots, shooting down the hot idiot that bought said shots, and taking a shortcut to get home because she couldn’t stand the band that was playing. After that, it’s all a blur. Cloaked figures. Chanting. A dagger. Some kind of weird gargoyle.  Really just an average night in New York City until the statue blew up. She must have walked all the way to Tribeca because she woke up in the firehouse; banged up, slimed, a little hung over, and (thankfully) still wearing pants. She is, however, missing a shoe and that’s the real tragedy as far as she’s concerned. Despite looking like the sole survivor of a disco inferno, Dolores really is... okay? At least physically. She’s sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the couch and having her morning sip and smoke. “Look; I appreciate y’all for taking care of me and I apologize if I caused any trouble,” again, still grateful that she’s wearing pants, “but all I want to do right now is go home and shower before I have to meet with a client today.”

"Mind if I help you with that?" Eliza looks down from her ladder, grabbing the book Ray was reaching for. "A good choice by the way."

"dr. s—can i call you that, man?" like lazlo hasn't already said the words, then proceeded to follow said words with the most obnoxiously-fresh sounding crunch! of the apple he's currently demolishing.

"if, like, all possibilities, or most of them at least, are in the universe—right—couldn't you say a cryptid isn't a single cryptid? like, at any given time, there could be a bigfoot here and a bigfoot somewhere else at the exact same time?"

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || [ SAVE ] : for your muse to step in to save my muse in a fight || @st4ypuft

THE ENTITY HAD BEEN POISED TO STRIKE. A Class III, but a deadly one at that, it had clearly decided that Ray was going to be the target of its rage, and had spent a considerable length of time trying to seek him out, despite the efforts of the others to distract it, in what had resulted in a wild goose chase (a wild ghost chase) of sorts.

SOON ENOUGH, IT HAD SEEMINGLY CORNERED THE MAN. Emitting a high-pitched screech, a deformed hand with long, very sharp-looking claws lifted itself to land an attack - when a perfectly timed burst of energy made contact, exploding upon impact. The entity visible buckled and offered another scream, though it was one borne from the evident damage it had sustained as a result of the hit, before it was practically scarpering away, quickly phasing out of sight - presumably to metaphorically lick its wounds (or literally. That was always a possibility.)

❝ Ray! ❞

RUNNING INTO THE OTHER MAN'S PERIPHERAL, HIS NEUTRONA WAND WAS FIRMLY POISED IN HIS GRIP. Keen eyes surveyed the immediate vicinity, but when no signs of imminent danger were found, he lifted his arm, sliding the wand back into its holster on his proton pack. His attention then fell on his friend, offering him a hand to help him back onto his feet.

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“Huh. Can’t say I hear that one very often.” Quite the opposite in fact. Dolores has been told on multiple occasions now that her blunt delivery of information usually leaves people feeling more overwhelmed and confused rather than not, so hearing the contrary is an unexpected surprise. “Thank you.” She gestures for Ray to take a seat in well... the only available chair in her matchbox of a workspace. Between the roll top desk and a shelf of books on New York law, there simply wasn’t enough room for much more. Dolores has plans to knock down the wall between two of the old examination rooms on the ground floor to turn it into a respectable office eventually, but between her work down at the courthouse and now as the primary attorney for the Ghostbusters, she hasn’t had the time to renovate the old dentistry that’s now her law firm.  “Do you mind if I record this?” Dolores asks, producing a cassette deck from one of her desk drawers and placing it on the tabletop. While her shorthand skills are alright, she finds it’s easier for her to just record these discovery interviews instead. There’s less lost in translation when she can preserve every detail of a conversation and rewind to any important information. Especially with how often this bunch gets into legal trouble.

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You have ONE new message. BEEP. “(Everyone shut up, the phone’s--) Dr. Stantz! Hey, it's Dolores. I’m calling because... Oh screw it-- listen, we’ve all been talking and the guys have nominated me to break things to you because they’re all too scared to say it for themselves. The mustache has to go. It’s clearly a cry for help from someone going through a midlife crisis. We’ve all been there (well not me, but-- hey!). Anyway, Peter bought a bunch of shaving cream and razors so it's either the easy way or the Venkman way. Good luck.” Click.

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“Okay there’s lowriding, and then there’s this– the hell happened to the Ecto?” 

“ray, have i ever told you how much i love your sense of humour? because for a second, i could've sworn you said we're locked in here. you're a funny guy, ray.”