Room 150

[doc_venkman]

Peter had been sleeping for a while. He yawn loudly, and slowly sat up. He glanced around.

"Dana, hon? You here?" Probably downstairs then. Damn! He rubbed a hand in front of his face, but when he pulled his hand back he noticed something on his fingers.

Something sparkly.

"What the hell?"

Comments

[gone_byebye]

Outside in the hall there was a familiar sound: the pitter-patter of baby rhinoceros feet. And they were headed towards 150.

[doc_venkman]

Peter slowly got out of bed, recognizing that sound instantly. It was a tedious walk to the door, though his leg didn't feel as stiff as it did before.

He opened the door, and looked down the hall.

"Ray? Mind telling me about this?" He held his hand with the smeared sparkly makeup on the finger tips. "Glitter Birdman makes housecalls now? Or we got glitter ghosts haunting the rooms?"

[gone_byebye]

"PETER!"

Ray attempts to change course in mid-charge, which is not nearly as easy as it looks. There is flailing and he has to grab the wall at one point. "Peter, guess what guess what guess what guess what!"

He hasn't noticed the glitter yet. On the other hand, he's got a bundle of brown clothes under one arm and- for once- is actually wearing his lightsabre on his waistband, where it can be seen. And he's fairly vibrating with glee.

[doc_venkman]

"What? Egon's taken up dancing lessons? Security's throwing a party in Baby, what?"