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Wasps back home also aren't 3 feet tall with giant spikes for hands, Egon.

[The Skitty's tail lashes irritably, apparently resigned to its fate.]

Either way, I don't think I wanna sit around and pray he doesn't really wanna impale us. You left his containment unit in there, right? Maybe one of our other Pokemon can sneak in and grab it.

[The true joy of having Pokemon is that now they can send superpowered monsters to do shit they used to have to do themselves.]

[Egon nods slowly, swinging the door shut just a little more so the Beedrill doesn't try to wiggle out of the room. He gestures towards Venkman's arms.]

Why don't you send your small cat-- [A pause.] That cat is new.

[Venkman gets so many cats that at this point, it's difficult to keep track of them all. Especially after Egon was rattled by the appearance of a large bee.]

Her small size will likely not attract the attention of the Beedrill. Wasps don't become aggressive for no reason, after all. Only towards those intruding on their territory.

What if he thinks that's his territory?

[Oh well. They'll deal with that later. He holds the Skitty out at arm's length above his head, looking into its... closed eyes.]

You're gonna go in there, dig through Egon's bag, and grab that Pokeball, and you're not gonna give me any shit about it.

[Angry mewling. The Skitty tries harder to struggle free.]

I'll stop bothering you for the rest of the night if you do.

[... Resigned huff. Eventually, the cat gives a little nod, and Venkman sets him down on the ground.]

Alright, Spengs, open the door.

Edited 2019-08-28 03:38 (UTC)

We'll deal with that if that happens.

[It probably won't happen. Probably. Either way, Egon pulls open the door to let the Skitty through.

The Beedrill, named Merian, now perched precariously on a nearby table, turns ever so slightly to see the Skitty at the door. He spreads his wings into a V shape, warning the Skitty to keep his distance. Let him out of this foul prison, evil captor!]

Easy for you to say. You're not the one sending his kitten in to deal with a giant bee.

[The Skitty- Hollis- pads into the room and gives the Beedrill an unimpressed look, the tip of his tail twitching. Listen buddy, he's got no control over your imprisonment. You're buzzing up the wrong tree.

Hollis starts to approach Egon's abandoned bag, not bothering to give Merian a second glance.]

Wasp. The distinction is important to make.

[Are they really getting into an argument about wasps versus bees outside of the room with the giant wasp? Perhaps.

You ever hear a wasp say fuck? Now you have. Merian buzzes again, still flaring his wings. But you will tell him what's going on, and where he is, and why the trainer took him from his home in the forest right before he was about to pupate and it was rather rude and really pissed him off! At least let him outside of this tiny room, for Arceus's sake!]

... It has "bee" in the name, Egon.

[An irritated hiss from Hollis. He doesn't know any of that, idiot. His "trainer" just snatched him up and away from his home yesterday. He doesn't know anything about why your trainer might do something.

Hollis digs through the bag some more, unable to find the containment unit. His ears go back a bit as he continues to dig around. Maybe, he meows, you wouldn't be stuck in here if you'd calm down. After all, if a Skitty gets pissed about being captured, he's just a cute little kitten having a tantrum. If a Beedrill freaks out, the humans are liable to expect you to stab someone.]

Just because it has bee in the name doesn't mean that it is a bee. Jellies are frequently called jellyfish, and sea stars are frequently called starfish, yet neither are fish.

[Egon sounds almost insulted, having forgotten entirely about the situation they're dealing with right now.

Merian lets out an irritated buzz. Calm down? Calm down? A great injustice has been done, and if he's not let out of here in the next thirty seconds, he's breaking the window and flying out of here!

He flutters his wings and begins circling the ceiling in agitation, watching the Skitty dig through the bag.]

Edited 2019-08-29 04:19 (UTC)

Yeah, but half the stuff in this dimension is named after the normal animals we've got back home. Wingull are seagulls, a Seel is a seal- and a Beedrill is a fucking bee.

[The Skitty considers arguing with that logic, but eventually decides it's not worth the effort. You wanna bust out of this place, be his guest. He doesn't pay rent. He doesn't even wanna be here.

... A-ha, there it is. He bats at the Pokeball until he manages to scoop it out of the bag and on the floor, and begins to roll it towards the door.]

That doesn't make it a seal. I've seen that both Pineco and Burmy are categorized as "bagworm Pokémon", but I have no evidence of bagworms existing in this universe--

[A loud CRASH interrupts Egon's sentence, and he flinches. After a moment or two, he comes to his senses and opens the door.

Well, there certainly used to be a bee in this room. The only thing remaining that is indicative of it having been here is the almost comically bee-shaped hole in the window.]

Oh, shit.

[Egon glances down at Hollis and leans down to quickly scoop up the containment unit.]

Egon, just 'cause they don't exist here-

[Venkman's attempt to yell over Egon is cut off by the sound of glass shattering, and he trails off. Once Egon opens the door, he gapes at the window for a moment.]

... Your bee is gone.

[Hollis' ear twitches. The mad wasp actually did it. Maybe he should follow suit...

Venkman scoops him back up before he can make that decision.]

It--Yes, I can see that.

[Egon seems frozen for a moment, his brain struggling to pump out some sort of thought or plan to act upon. After a moment, he realizes that the Beedrill is still gone, and he sprints over to the window to try and catch a glimpse of the escaped bee. He gazes towards the sky, craning his neck.]

I can't see where he went.

[If only he would look down, he would spot a Beedrill currently clinging to the wall outside for dear life with a broken left wing. Merian buzzes in distress. He didn't account for the glass.]

Maybe we oughta go outside- we'll probably have better luck figuring out which way he's heading. Can't've gotten too far yet.

[Hollis wriggles, yowling. This wasn't the deal! He was gonna be left alone if he got the Pokeball! He got the damn Pokeball, so where's his freedom?]

[Egon nods, turning and snatching up his bag. He digs through the pouch before pulling out a PokéBall and tossing it onto the ground.
Karl Wilhelm Gottlieb Leopold Fuckel pops out and blinks up at Venkman, somewhat confused. Egon just scoops him up into his arms and begins marching towards the door.]

Come on.

[Fuckel just turns to look at Venkman--and Hollis--helplessly. What's going on?]

I'm sorry for dragging you into this.

[It's hard to tell if he's talking to the Shuckle or to Venkman.]

[Venkman is honestly just assuming the Shuckle.]

... Egon, how is the slime mold-slash-turtle gonna help you track down a bee?

He's not. Fuckel is here to help battle and subdue it when we find it.

[Fuckel looks blankly at Venkman in a silent plea for help.

Anyways out they go. The Beedrill is busy trying to crawl to the ground from outside the building, his wings fluttering precariously in the wind.]

[Venkman shakes his head while holding eye contact with Fuckel. Sorry bud, he's entangled against his will in this mess, too.

Hollis pricks his ears at the sound of buzzing. Huh. That sounds closer than an escaped Beedrill should be. Is he planning to ambush the trainers?

... If so, he doesn't wanna be anywhere near Egon and Venkman. He takes advantage of Venkman distractedly scanning the sky for Merian and finally wriggles free, landing on the ground and running off- away from the noise.]

[It's not unusual for Egon to stay up for hours on end, long after his partners have gone to bed. Even with their insistence that he join them, Egon sometimes declines--after all, he has important research to do, and that work won't complete itself.

Tonight, Egon spends the time thinking. This isn't unusual in the sense of the action itself--after all, most of these late night hours are spent thinking, usually about scientific theories or unsolved formulas or something in a similar vein. Tonight is unusual in the fact Egon allows himself to engage in sentimental thought for more than a few minutes. His thoughts are disjointed and confusing more often than not--which is why he usually prefers to devote his time to scientific endeavors, instead. Much more defined goals and conditions, with only a lack of knowledge clouding the process.

Egon feels a familiar old voice nagging in the back of his head about maintaining focus and brushing away such trivial things, but he ignores it as he's learned to do so. He makes his way back to the tents and sleeping bags. When he gets to the foot of Venkman's sleeping bag, he allows himself to linger for a few minutes, staring down at the man with an unreadable expression on his face.

He stands there for a while.]

Edited 2019-09-10 05:20 (UTC)

[Venkman alternates between sleeping like the dead and being an incredibly light sleeper. He's usually on the lighter side when he's not sleeping in an actual bed, and this night is no exception. At some point, an unconscious part of him registers that he's being watched, and he stirs awake, blinking his eyes open partway.

The only thing he can see is a figure, hidden in shadow, looming over him impassively. Unmoving. Unyielding. Venkman inhales sharply through his nose and jerks back reflexively, struggling to escape the sleeping bag in his barely-conscious state.]

Christ-

[It's only when he's halfway to wriggling free of the sleeping bag that years of living with Egon catches up to Venkman's brain, and he freezes. He looks over to Ray, then Winston, then the unoccupied area where Egon should be. A grimace.]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you do this on purpose just to watch me panic.

[His voice is a low rasp, not wanting to wake up the other two, as he glares blearily up at Egon.]

[When Venkman reacts, Egon reaches out a hand to indicate that it's him and he doesn't mean any harm, but realizes quickly that a shadowy figure reaching out is grounds for being punched by his tired partner. After a moment or two, Egon crouches down to address Venkman.]

I apologize for startling you. I was-- [A pause. He rubs the palm of his hand against his knee.] --I was just thinking. Go back to sleep.

[Egon's voice is a low murmur as he speaks.]

[He shakes his head, looking more awake by the second.]

Nah- 'm not gonna get back to sleep for a while now. Too much adrenaline. What's going on?

[Egon looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Well, I found a type of lichen clinging to the walls of this cave that I have been unable to identify thus far. I believe it may be a species native to this dimension. I also found a large repository of moon rocks--I believe the Pokémon that live in these caves have been stockpiling them.

[He rubs the back of his neck, allowing his eyes to wander everywhere except Venkman.]

Among other things.

[Venkman stares blankly at Egon for a bit.]

You scared the shit outta me for moss.

[He doesn't dwell on that, though- jokes aside, he's pretty sure Egon actually has something important on his mind for once, and like hell is he gonna waste that opportunity.]

What other things?

Lichen isn't moss, technically.

[Another pause. Egon's posture shifts slightly. He's very dangerously still on the fringes of clamming up and discarding this conversation entirely, like he'd been taught in the past, but it's already begun.

Besides. He doesn't entirely understand why, but he feels the odd need to share his thoughts on the matter. Maybe it's the confusing nature of it all. Perhaps another person would be able to make more sense of it.]

I'm not entirely sure I would be able to quantify it in precise terms. But if you'd be willing to be patient, I could attempt to do so.

[Hm.

He nods slowly, gears already turning in his head as he tries to figure out what this could be.]

Yeah. Of course. ... Maybe we oughta move away from the tent, though. Don't wanna wake the sleeping beauties with impromptu psychological counseling.

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