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[OOM: Peter and Johnny talk in Venkman's Room, Millitimed to Sunday evening]

Peter picked up Ray's note on his way to the Bar. Dinosaurs. That figured. Why not? Place was already a zoo as it stood.

Even with that information, Peter arrived in the Bar area, with an expression that can be interpreted simply as 'How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Learn to Love Milliways.' He was also dressed in a Ghostbusters coverall, though not the kind he was used to.
First of all, it was a gold lamé coverall. It had his name stitched on the left hand side, but the no ghost symbol patch on the arm looked to have been in a fight with a Bedazzler tool, and lost.

So much for asking the Bar for getting his old uniform. (It also passed along a matching Speedo to go with the coveralls, but Peter decided to nix that idea for the time being.)

So he grabbed his usual mug of coffee, and found a handy table to sit at.

((OOC Summary:

When Peter met April. April O' Neil that is, and the pair chatted about the strangeness of the Bar, ninja turtles, and a little casual flirting, at least from Peter's end.

Peter and Michelle also talk as Michelle relates her troubles while Venkman listens.))

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"That's quite an outfit, Dr. Venkman," April teased as she stopped at his table. She thrust out a hand. "April O'Neil."

"Bar's got a weird sense of humor," he remarked.

Peter then grinned, "And my reputation's preceded me, I see. All of the good rumors you've heard of my excellence are true."

He took her hand, and gave it a brief kiss, "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. O'Neil."

April chuckled to herself, because really, what other way could Peter Venkman possibly greet her? His reputation had indeed preceded him.

"Charmed," she replied, and motioned to the empty seat across from him. "May I?"

And April's lucky not to catch Venkman on his less-than happy days, since he's only recently been feeling more like himself.

He nodded, and gestured to the seat, "Of course." He studied her a moment.

"So, new girl in town, I take it?"

April was pretty good at cheering people up when she set her mind to it. She'd heard he'd been a little out of it, and was determined to help him kick the funk. He was Peter Venkman, after all. That was a big deal.

"Something like," April quipped in reply, taking a seat. "Got here the first time on Friday, but I've been hearing about this place for awhile."

He commented, "Yeah, well, the stories of its insanity are true. New York looks tame compared with this nuthouse."

"I noticed," April laughed. "I heard there was a dinosaur in here the other day."

He nodded, "Yeah heard about it, too. At least you've missed out on the recent craziness. People turning into different things, and getting their memory messed up."

"People turning into different things?" That sounded vaguely familiar. "What kind of things?"

"Well, spoke with one guy who turned into a ghost, or half-ghost really. And another friend got their gender switched. Plus there were several other cases of people getting screwed up one way or another. Think I heard that it's ok now."

April arched a brow. "That normal?"

Peter shook his head, "No, though this place is really out there. But that was a special type of weirdness apparently. Right now, this is a slow day."

April snickered. "Give it time, it's only just started."

He grinned in return, "Good point. After all, I don't think there's been any random deities dropping in yet. It helps to set your suspension of disbelief rating to 11."

He added, "Dealt with some freaky-deaky ghosts and gods in my line of work, but nothing like in here."

"My best friends are giant, talking turtles," April replied pointedly. "Well, two of them are human now, but I don't know how permanent that is."

She paused, and then added. "Oh, and they're also ninja. But they're ninja regardless of whether they are turtles or not."

To his credit, Peter only blinked once. "Ninja turtles that talk. Ok, so you should be fine fitting in here."

April laughed, loud and bright. "Yeah, I tend to think so. They're good guys. Pretty much family at this point."

She leaned forward a bit, going serious a moment. "I'm not a turtle," she clarified.

"Sounds like it, and seems like they have good taste in choosing their friends," Peter smiled.

He studied her, and grinned approvingly, "Well, you're certainly not shaped like one. And not like you go in for the terrarium decor at your place, right?"

"Not yet," April grinned. Oh, Peter, she's got your number, silly man.

Peter arched an eyebrow, "Thinking of redecorating, or hiding something then?" He studed her a bit more. Definitely missed out on the weird transformations, since she seemed completely normal and human.

"Hey Peter," Michelle stops in front of his table.

Peter looks up, and smiles, "Hey, Michelle. How are you?"

"I'm okay, how are you?" She smiles in return.

"Good, actually, though found out the Bar's got a sick sense of humor when it comes to clothing." He gestures to his outfit.

She fights not to laugh, "It's um...interesting. A friend of mine got stuck in a toga for a week once."

"A toga? Went to a party like that in college, but guessing your friend wasn't in a fraternity at the time?"

She shakes her head, "I think he ticked off Bar so she gave him only sheets to wear..."

"Oh, uh ok. Remind me never to piss off the Bar then."

Peter then added, "So, seriously, things have been better for you?"

"Here that's probably a good rule of thumb anyway."

She gives him a small smile, since she hasn't had the onversation with Tony yet. "For me, at least. I'm trying not to think about what I can't change."

He smiled warmly in return, "Well, that's good then, and you should do that. Only worry about what you can change."

"Well, after a friend of mine tried to change the future and wound up killing half of America...I'm going to stick to not doing that"

He stared a bit at this piece of news. "Uh, right, that would not be good. Usually try to avoid the whole world destruction deal. Can't make a lot of friends that way."

She realizes she just casually said that piece of news. "There's a story there if you want to hear it."

He nodded, "Enlighten me. Please."

She sits down across from him, this isn't really a story you can stand and tell.

"A few weeks ago, a friend's daughter saw the Door and went through it. However, she wound up in an alternate version of the reality she'd left. Her boyfriend, who is also here, had found out about the future from people in the bar who had already experienced it. Somehow he...changed the future and a virus that we'd managed to stop from spreading got out."

Clearly troubled at the news, worried what might happen when he gets unBound. Not to mention the idea of a plague spreading throughout a large area, killing people.

"That's a lot to deal with. What happened to him when he found this out?"

"It is," she says softly. "He didn't react well, but I've heard he decided to get his memory erased."

Peter's expression became grim. As bad as having painful memories are, erasing them was as bad if not worse than repressing them. There was no closure, no way to heal from it.

"I'd say he reacted really badly if he wanted his mind erased. There's no way for him to avoid making the same mistakes going that way."

((OOC: Sorry for not replying sooner. Slowtime's always good since the way my schedule is, char's have to operate on slowtime as it is.))

She thinks for a moment, "I mean...he's having his memory modified so he won't remember Milliways or what he learned here. So that when he goes back he won't be tempted to...change things."

[ooc: need to run for a few hours, slowtime?]

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