Re-Entrance Post.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter walks into the place, looking pretty wiped, also slimed in various spots on his uniform, though he avoided his hair.
"Whew, made it!" He trudges up to his room to drop off his gear, and get changed.

A while later, he's got a big mug of coffee, a thick packet of notes, his notebooks, and some food.

He's keeping an eye for familiar faces, especially another Ghostbuster he needs to pass the notes onto.

Feel free to stop by.

Comments

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Good trip?

*As he sips his tea.*

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Hey Tim, great bout there. How you been?"

Peter then added, "Well, it's been eventful, that's for sure. At least it was familiar mostly."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He arches a brow.*

Alternate universe?

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded, "Sharp as a tack, aren't you? Yep, exactly. A lot weirder than my world."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

How so?

*Tim always likes hearing about other worlds.*

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Well, I already heard some details about the place from Ray, but being there? Sheesh, at least we've never had were-chickens on my world, for one. Or a demon disguising themself as a little old lady." There was that incident with the librarian, but that was a ghost, and not the same thing.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim laughs.*

And the little green buddy?

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter gritted his teeth a little, "Yeah, and that. Didn't help the spud was following me around like a puppy at times, when he wasn't following the other me."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Oh come on, he's cute.

*Tim winks.*

Just be glad he didn't follow you back here.

[gone_byebye]

Ray looks up from his sewing and waves. "Yo, Pete. How's it going?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter headed over, bringing the packet. He plonked it down on the table, and flopped in a chair.

He then stared at the sewing, "Is it arts and crafts day, and somebody forgot to tell me?"

[gone_byebye]

"Nah. Lightsaber training shirt," Ray said cheerfully. "Those are solar panels, see. They're all hooked up to this." He turned over the shirt's neckband to reveal a small noisemaking device where the fabric care tag ought to be. "If I take this shirt and wear it in a darkened room, and I get one of those maglights that the State Police use and wield it as if I were practicing with a saber, and the light beam intersects any of the panels at some point, the alarm goes off. That way I learn how to manipulate a weapon that's roughly the same mass as a lightsaber and offers the same amount of air resistance without joining the Severed Limbs of Star Wars club."

He leaned over to get a look at the packet. "What's this?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"That is courtesy of Egon and Ray from that bizarro version of our world where I spent about a month or so at. Had some more tests run, and Egon suggesting passing the info on to you. Found out some things."

[gone_byebye]

"Ooooh," Ray said, setting the sewing aside. "Do tell. What've we got here?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Well, for one thing, the PKE exposure affecting all of us, definitely will be aging gracefully, and have our own share of freakiness."

[gone_byebye]

"Define 'aging gracefully'... wait, never mind." Ray had started stirring through the pages. "I think I found the relevant part. Huh. That's interes..."

He trailed off in mid-word, looking thoughtful. Then he shook his head and went back to the papers.

"Okay, you can at least tell me about the freakiness part."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Well, Egon was going on about increased psi-sensitivity, like the telepathy. Though he mentioned having something in your family tree about it helps too."

Peter added, "You were right. My situation was going to happen here or on my world soon regardless. Because in a way, I've been exposed to it all my life, and the job just kicked it into high gear."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is watching Venkman from his table, wondering if he should talk to him. Well, yes, he should, but he isn't sure if he really wants to see a psychologist who was close to Michelle. Something about that is worrysome. Or maybe he is just being paranoid.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter noticed Tony, did a double take, when he realized it was definitely him. Great, everybody's back to normal, whee!

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Normal" Tony is usually depressed Tony these days, so maybe he's looking at a semi-normal Tony? He catches Venkman's eye and nods a "hello" to him.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Well, Peter figures normal these days as not transformed into something else. Amazing how Milliways alters one's standards on what's normal.

Peter nods a hello back, figuring to let the guy talk if he wants to, or not. He was fine either way.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Well, Tony has nothing better to do besides read the Classified ads. "How are you?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Ok, just got back. You're looking better. In the using the urinals again sense."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Ha, yeah. I changed back weeks ago." He waves his hand dismissively, smiling. "Got back from where?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded, "Believe me, I can relate. Anyway, got back from home. Sort of. Alternate universe version. One of these things is not like the other, that kind of place."