You can't send the cavalry until you get the cavalry together.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Blond-Egon walks into the bar in full array, and pins a note up on the board:

ATTENTION Those who have offered to assist with the rescue of Ray Stantz. We have received numerous offers of assistance, but for this part of the mission we believe it best to be a small team. Therefore, my counterpart and myself have picked those best suited to going. They are:

• Foxtrot X-Ray
• Daniel Fenton
• Peter Venkman
• Both Dr. Egon Spenglers

We appreciate your offers of assistance, and are certain that Ray will, as well. However, we do not know what the situation will be, and therefore feel it to be counterproductive to bring more than a small team with us. Anyone else who has wished to be involved in this rescue, we ask you stand by in case assistance is needed, whether medical, physical, spiritual or clerical. Regards, Dr. Egon Spengler (the blond one)

That done, Egon sits at a table, waiting for the forces to gather. He's sure that someone will be annoyed.

(( OOM: Gone to Montana to rescue Ray, back later. ))

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht reads the note with mild disappointment. Although he knows the virtue of a small, easily hidden force (and he knows damn well he's hard to hide), he really wanted to be in on the rescue. Stifling a sigh, he looks around until he spots the Spenglers. One of them he recognizes.

"Good evening, Dr. Spengler. And Dr. Spengler," he says as he glides over. "I wish our reunion were under better circumstances."

He's grown a great deal since his visit to Ray's world, but how many Horta hang around Milliways anyway?

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Brown-Egon says "ah. Hello, Lieutenant. You've grown."

Master of conversational brilliance, that's Egon.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

A weak chuckle.

"Yes...had an unexpected growth spurt a while back. Thank the Mother it tapered off!"

He turns to Blond-Egon, extending a bit of fringe. "Lt. Dahai Iohor Naraht at your service."

To both of them. "If you dont' mind, I'll organize things for your return. Food, med kits and whatever else my hatchmate may need when you bring him back."

A bit of acrid smoke is released. "But you'd better count me the hell in on the payback portion of this mission or we will have words."

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Blond looks at Brown, who gives him a momentary glance tht is apparently supposed to be reassuring. Apparently it is, and Blond says, "Thank you kindly, Lieutenant. We'll make sure to remember that." The fringe is gently shook.

Brown says to Blond, "He's silicon based, eats through stone like a dhole with a secreted acid, and I dislike pondering what would happen if he actually hit something."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"I've found out what happens," Naraht says darkly. "If that is what is needed to defend him, so be it."

He shakes himself a bit and continues in a lighter tone. "But the blessings of the First Mother on all of you. I'll be crying to her for Ray and the team from now until you return."

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

They look at each other again, and Brown says, "Thank you very kindly, Lieutenant. We'll be appreciating that, I'm sure."

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

A rope suddenly snakes down from the ceiling and hits the physicists' table with a dull thud. Down it slides a ninja...with four rather distinct fox tails showing (although they've got black fur for the moment).

FX lands on the table in a fighting crouch and has a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Ready for deployment, sirs!"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman's not annoyed, Venkman's pissed.

The sign didn't have anything to do with it. It's more on-going situation since he realized one of his closest friends has been nabbed. This meant somebody was gonna go down, and they were gonna go down hard.

"Evening, boys. So what's cooking?"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"I'm here," Danny said, flying over fully transformed, as soon as he got through the door. He had a bag full of technological goodies with him. "Are we ready to go kick some butt yet?"

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Daniel, we are." Both Egons stand up, and Brown opens the Door. "Sirs, shall we?"

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

"Let's!"

Foxtrot yells, doing a Matrix-esque flip off the table as he pulls off his mask. "We've got a god to rescue!"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"You got a god, WE got a buddy and a brother to rescue," Peter corrected as he headed toward the Door.

He did briefly crack a grin toward Danny, "So Danny's got a brand new bag, huh? Hope you brought enough toys for all the kids."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Tonight? I am Santa," Danny said as he flew through the door.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

The Egons say, "At least you're not the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present And Future," as they follow Peter out the Door.

[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way over to the table, looks at the sign, and nods. "Hi, Egon," he says. "I wanted to let you know I'm heading out now."

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Blond looks at his friend. "Thank you, Ray. I know this isn't easy for you, but whatever causes this effect... we may be able to research it some day, so you can meet your counterpart. I did bring one thing with me, however."

He pulls out of his pocket a disposable camera. "We'll have you some pictures."

[gone_byebye]

That gets a smile. "Thanks, Egon. I appreciate it."

He jerks a thumb towards the bar. "I'm gonna go pay off my bill now, okay?"

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Blond smiles.

"What bill, Raymond? You have no bill." In fact, that Ray's tab is in the green. And Egon's got that horrible smug smile on his face.

[gone_byebye]

"... wow, thanks!" Ray grins. "Beat me to the punch, I see."

[k_in_black]

Two men walk over as they see the note go up on the board. The Man in Black speaks first.

"Excuse me. Are you Egon Spengler? Any word on Ray?"

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Blond and Brown look at each other. "Yes, I am," they say in absolute perfect unison. It's UNCANNY.

Blond takes up from here. "We're about to go to the area that my universe's Ray has, with the help of people in here, determined has the best chance of being the location he is in. Once we have done this, we will be returning here to insure he is in good health and has no untoward additions to his anatomical structure, and then, as Peter Venkman would say, we are going to lay down some serious smack."

....Crack-o-Doom Slang. WTF?

[k_in_black]

K gestures to the note. "Going with a small team, I see. Makes sense. But you're sure you won't need my help?"

"Otherwise, I'm sure Dr. Crowe, here, and I can be back-up if you need it."

Malcolm nods at K's words and turns to the Egons. "Whatever you help you need, just say the word."

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Brown takes this one.

"We're trying to keep it to individuals who have the kinds of talents we know how to deal with. Daniel and FX are spirit-forms, and the Ghostbusters know most of the tricks, whereas any opposition will not. We can, therefore, recognize them most efficiently. And for my counterpart and Dr. Venkman, it is somewhat personal. However, we do not know completely what we may be facing, which is why we'd prefer individuals we would call 'heavy hitters' to be waiting in case we require sudden dire assistance. Also, for the retaliatory strike, we would prefer they be as far in the dark as possible about who would be coming. Thank you both, gentlemen, and we will call should we find we require assistance."

He's wordy.

[k_in_black]

"Then we'll be by the Door if you need us, Egon," Malcolm says resolutely.

"Count on it," K agrees. "And good luck!"

[masterofsoresu]

Obi-Wan has learned to read the English alphabet since he's been inna bar. Maybe he absorbed it by telepathic osmosis while he was disembodied after the first defeat of the Other, I dunno. Remember when we used to do this sort've thing in strikethroughs like this, rather than whitetext? Wasn't that cool? Anyway, The Jedi is disappointed that he won't be helping to rescue the other Ray, but glad to be of assistance in any capacity. So he nods to the blond man with the repulsorlifted hair,*then finds a suitable place to wait.

* He physically cannot believe that such hair is possible under this Bar's gravity.

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

Pyro looks at the message, slightly disappointed. Going on a rescue mission might not have been his top priority, but at least he'd be encouraged to burn stuff.

By humans, no less.