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Ray has been a very, very busy man for the past few days. Finally understanding the equations he scribbled all over the walls a lifetime ago and how to apply them will do that to a guy. Terrorsaur told him the equations might form the core of a kernel of basic hyperspatial tech- not transwarp, not by a long shot, and definitely not space bridging ( Read more... ) -
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There's music pouring from well-concealed speakers in the Firehouse as Tyler arrives, and we do mean well-concealed. When a building's decorator corps includes a twenty-three-foot-tall transforming robot and a five-armed, five-eyed, five-brained alien from an arboreal species, the decorations get everywhere. The outside of the Firehouse is ( Read more... ) -
Chinatown
The Firehouse isn't particularly far from Chinatown, at least not if you're in the mood for it. It's warm and sunny this time of day and year, so there's quite a few people on the streets of New York as Ray opens the door into the alley. "Come on, Tyler," he says. "Let's move before the spud decides to tag along." -
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The door opens on a firehouse in New York City in mid-September.
"There are tentacles in my kitchen and I did not put them there," announces Ray to no one in particular, "and frankly right now I think someone else needs to deal with them. Bar, what have you got that'll distract me from the fact that I desperately need coffee right now ( Read more... ) -
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"I don't get it," Janine was saying as Ray came down the stairs. "This is like the fourth or fifth month in a row I've been getting all of these data charges on my bill. Am I hitting the internet button by mistake when I put it down on the desk or something ( Read more... ) -
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14 North Moore St
Manhattan
Mid-Afternoon
The door opens on a cloudy day in New York City; the air is cool, the winds are stirring, and the alley, as usual, has more than a few discarded papers and plastic bags blowing around. "Looks about right," Ray comments, stepping through. "Welcome to New York City, folks." -
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Ray doesn't always look at the calendar when he should. Mostly this is because he doesn't need to. Janine tends to yell at anyone who's got an appointment if they show any signs of forgetting it, and if she doesn't, Ms. McGee the publicity agent does. Ecto tends to remind her father of dates that slip the minds of the two humans, too. Egon's taken ( Read more... ) -
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Sleep at the Firehouse was a rare and wondrous thing sometimes, what with general business in the city, the time zone difference between the Lemurian embassy and New York, and the usual general chaos. Ray had taken to napping in random chairs when he couldn't sneak away to Milliways or Romana's TARDIS for his sleep ( Read more... ) -
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14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
January 1st, 2009
3:30 AM
"You know," said Winston as Ecto turned the corner and wheeled herself into the Firehouse garage, "that might've just been the single quietest New Year's Eve I've ever had in Times Square ( Read more... ) -
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14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
December 31st, 2008
Afternoon
"Good luck, you three," said Venkman, his hand on the Firehouse door. "Times Square on New Year's Eve? I don't envy you."
"And here I thought you were the party animal," Winston answered. "You're getting old, Pete."
"Hey! I am still the party monster you've always known," Peter ( Read more... )