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Walking in a Winter Wonderland...

...and to Egon Spengler it is. He's wearing a puffy coat and a scarf and some boots and jeans, and standing a bit outside the door, just taking in the air, and the lake, and all of it. It's very different than New York City, or the inside of Milliways, and he's been getting a little bit of cabin fever.

Besides, there's someone he knows comes out here, and he's hoping to run into that person.

Never know who else he might run into, though

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"Very little about the mission, and almost nothing about Halloween. Merely that there had been a military action that both you and he had been involved in, involving entities of a supernatural - demonic - nature." He tilts his head slightly, eyes looking upwards (reminders and phone numbers are kept above the line of sight, embarassing reminders and birthdays below).

"He also showed me his bite, and that there was significant healing done." Pause.

"Did something happen to you there?"

"I don't remember all of it. But I just snapped. I started carving up those demons like a Cuisinart, and I was *enjoying* it. I was having fun, I remember that much, and I wasn't doing my job."

Peter added, "And yeah, I was a barely living ghost for a couple of days. And got my head really messed with."

"So you entered a state of berserkergang. Not uncommon, especially in significant survival situations. If you felt sufficiently threatened, the need to survive took over. And you know just as well as I do that adrenal surges can feel very much like pleasure."

"And yes, I can understand that - especially in light of the situation I was in when I came here. One of my theories is that I am currently sufficiently 'ghostlike' that I appear as such to whatever causes people to come here, and therefore I am Bound." He doesn't mention one of the other theories - he didn't make it out in time and is, in fact, dead. Peter doesn't need to hear that.

"Sounds like you have had a tremendously stressful experience, Peter." Yes, that's Egon, Master of the Understatement. "But if you're afraid of hurting someone you care about, I can't see that in you. If you're anything at all like the Peter I've know as long as I have." And since Peter lacks a goatee, he's probably not the Evil Peter.

"That Peter Venkman challenged the legions of the damned to a baseball game to save a single soul. That's not a man who I can see giving up for anything." Not going to mention that his Peter thought he was saving Winston's soul when it was really his own...

Peter nodded, "I know, I know. I think it's more I was having fun while Ray was getting torn up. I'm more worried if this happened on a bust. You know we ALL need level heads for some of our jobs."

He studied his friend some, "Yeah, looks like a sound theory there." Nope, nothing's pinging on his wacky senses that say dead.

"Stressful? Egon, I've been getting hit with stuff left and right with barely a break since I showed up. I already cracked once. And I keep thinking it's gonna happen again."

he then added, "I did? Or he did?"

"I'm not giving up, just getting fed up."

"Mm. That makes complete sense. You are under tremendous stress, a great deal of mental turbulance, and... it let itself out. A bust is significantly different. Please note that when I was terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought facing Gozer, you took charge, despite the fact you were also, I'm quite certain, just as terrified." He looks thoughtful for a moment. "And there's nothing wrong with being fed up. Perhaps you simply need to take a moment to regain your perspective, and release your anger at the world in a way that doesn't require you to leap around like that. I have a way I use occationally - in fact, I used it just after I came here. If you like, I can show you."

"And yes, he did play that game, and won. Without cheating."

"Yeah, but I wasn't aware of being a freak then either. Unlike now. And who wouldn't be terrified of Gozer? He was one ugly bitch."

Peter eyed the physicist oddly, "As long as it doesn't involved insane amounts of sugar, or being tested."

He snorted, "Of couse, he won. And I don't cheat." Yes, he said it with a straight face.

"A freak? By what standards are you a freak? I've commanded a dragon in the name of one of my ancestors; Ray is apparently a Jedi Knight somehow. None of us technically registers as 'normal', Peter. And you were the one that stepped up and got us all to focus through the fear. That's your gift, Peter. Ray and I are the smart ones, Winston is the one that keeps us grounded. But you're the leader." He's never actually admitted that before to his Peter. "You're the one that reminds us what's going on. If I may be so bold, 'whoa, whoa, nice shootin', Tex!'" He smiles a bit at that memory.

"All right. It involves no ingestion nor testing. Just like this."

Egon takes a moment. He plants his feet at shoulder width. He closes his eyes. His fists clench. He takes a deep breath.

And then he HOWLS into the night sky a stream of Hebrew and Yiddish so nasty that any angels nearby might just catch fire.

The magic of the Primal Scream! And he finishes with, in English, "And your mother too!"

Then he wipes his forehead.

Peter grinned at that, "Yeah, I had a good point too. Heard about the dragon thing."

He then watched, and started busting up laughing, "Nicely done, Spengs. Like the finish especially."

He then added, "I meant freak like the fact that certain people ping to me. Jedi, Magic users, psychics, the dead. And this." He closed his eyes, and PKE began emanating from him. It may or not be seen as a blue-white aura to the fellow Ghostbuster.

The entire point of the exercise was to try to break Peter's black mood, or at least weaken it a bit. Hopefully, it worked.

Egon's senses have been sharpened by his time as a Ghostbuster, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "That's certainly interesting. Perhaps sometime you'll let me run some tests on you?" Then he hrms.

"This doesn't actually surprise me. I've wondered when the amount of excess PKE we deal with would start to have an effect on us. Other than our tremendous run of unusual luck, which might be part of it as well. Still, that doesn't seem to make you a freak. Unusual, yes. But may I note three things: you have reconciled with Dana to the point where you feel comfortable spending the rest of your life with her; you have friends who do not actually care about the fact you do that as much as the fact that it causes you substantial emotional trouble and are worried about you; and doing that makes your hair look thinner, and you should stop soon." The last is said in the Spengler Complete Deadpan.

Peter was always touchy about his hair.

Peter sighed, "Why not? You did, or a version of you did in any world I've been to. And I haven't tested things since after my near-death time. I know I lost the telepathy and psychokinesis. The rest of this? I was born with it."

He added, "Oh, one of you found out some effects of it. The findings are in my room. He and Ray there have been checking into it on my world for some time."

"Dana and our children's partly the reason I'm worried. They deserve a good husband and father, and a normal life. I don't know how much of that I can guarnetee for them. Especially since supernatural crap finds her almost as much as it finds us."

He gave a growl about the hair comment, "It's not that bad... Is it?" He patted his head some to check.

"I'll have to look at the tests. Perhaps I won'thave to do anything, depending on what they did."

He listens, carefully.

"I don't know if you can guarantee them a normal life, either. Their father chases the supernatural; their mother attracts it like a lodestone attracts iron. The ability to guarantee that just isn't there."

"But I do know they wil get a good husband and father, even if normal isn't part of it. That is something I believe just as much as I believe in Ohm's Law."

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