[Ecto-1] Am I possessed?
{Action - Housemates (if any of you are out there... if not then this is just for fun)}
-- location: 772 Bunker Street, in his bedroom --
-- time: 7am --
[An abnoxious alarm clock ringing jolts Egon from sleep and he groans and buries his face in the pillow]
Ray, I swear to God, I'm going to throw it out the window.
[When the ringing doesn't stop after several moments, his voice gets louder.]
Ray, wake up, turn the damned thing off.
[Egon finally grabs his pillow and is about to lob it at the bed that should be next to his, Ray Stantz sound asleep in it, but he freezes when it isn't there.]
...Ray? [Glances around frantically, then stares at the empty space in the bed next to him. It's a much larger bed than he's used to and someone was obviously sleeping in that space not too long ago. He feels the spot and it's still warm. Shit, this is not right. He didn't drink last night... he didn't even go out anywhere... he didn't expose himself to any hallucinogenic chemicals or other substances... Egon continues to go through possible scenarios in his head as he reaches over to the bedside table, turning off the alarm clock and feeling around for his glasses, hoping they're there.
There is certainly a pair of glasses but when he goes to put them on it becomes obvious that they're not his. He pauses for a second, confused, then puts them on anyway and discovers that they're his prescription exactly. Did someone... abduct him and then buy him new glasses? The thought sounds absurd, but even the clothes he's wearing aren't his. Someone else must have put him in them and that makes him feel exponentially more uncomfortable.
He slides out of bed, heart thumping a bit. This just doesn't make sense. It's not logical. The scenarios run through his head again and again but they seem more ridiculous each time. He moves slowly down the hallway. The house is neat and clean and rather pleasant-looking. Still, it isn't familiar one bit and that part is downright terrifying. Egon can only conclude that something very odd happened last night and he begins searching for someone to explain to him what the hell is going on here.]
{Action - Anyone}
-- location: Downtown --
-- time: 8:15am --
[At this point he's simply desperate for information. Egon can't make sense of things and isn't even sure if he's even conscious or lucid. Interplanar travel is also a possibility. He isn't ruling anything out. He's put on some clothes he found in the closet of the home he woke up in (bizarrely, everything in that closet was in his size) and he's made his way into downtown on foot.
You might see him wandering the streets, looking like he's searching for something, but also scanning his surroundings warily.]
-- location: 772 Bunker Street, in his bedroom --
-- time: 7am --
[An abnoxious alarm clock ringing jolts Egon from sleep and he groans and buries his face in the pillow]
Ray, I swear to God, I'm going to throw it out the window.
[When the ringing doesn't stop after several moments, his voice gets louder.]
Ray, wake up, turn the damned thing off.
[Egon finally grabs his pillow and is about to lob it at the bed that should be next to his, Ray Stantz sound asleep in it, but he freezes when it isn't there.]
...Ray? [Glances around frantically, then stares at the empty space in the bed next to him. It's a much larger bed than he's used to and someone was obviously sleeping in that space not too long ago. He feels the spot and it's still warm. Shit, this is not right. He didn't drink last night... he didn't even go out anywhere... he didn't expose himself to any hallucinogenic chemicals or other substances... Egon continues to go through possible scenarios in his head as he reaches over to the bedside table, turning off the alarm clock and feeling around for his glasses, hoping they're there.
There is certainly a pair of glasses but when he goes to put them on it becomes obvious that they're not his. He pauses for a second, confused, then puts them on anyway and discovers that they're his prescription exactly. Did someone... abduct him and then buy him new glasses? The thought sounds absurd, but even the clothes he's wearing aren't his. Someone else must have put him in them and that makes him feel exponentially more uncomfortable.
He slides out of bed, heart thumping a bit. This just doesn't make sense. It's not logical. The scenarios run through his head again and again but they seem more ridiculous each time. He moves slowly down the hallway. The house is neat and clean and rather pleasant-looking. Still, it isn't familiar one bit and that part is downright terrifying. Egon can only conclude that something very odd happened last night and he begins searching for someone to explain to him what the hell is going on here.]
{Action - Anyone}
-- location: Downtown --
-- time: 8:15am --
[At this point he's simply desperate for information. Egon can't make sense of things and isn't even sure if he's even conscious or lucid. Interplanar travel is also a possibility. He isn't ruling anything out. He's put on some clothes he found in the closet of the home he woke up in (bizarrely, everything in that closet was in his size) and he's made his way into downtown on foot.
You might see him wandering the streets, looking like he's searching for something, but also scanning his surroundings warily.]