[When working on particularly interesting projects, Egon sometimes goes through certain phases where he enters a cryptid-like state, only being witness when he wants to be seen, and disappearing in all other instances despite best efforts to track him down. Today is one of those days. The only evidence that he's actually still in the apartment is the empty food wrappers that intermittently scatter themselves throughout all surfaces.
Sometime in the afternoon, while the boys are lounging about in the hotel room, a quiet, mechanical sounding noise can be heard from the other room, sort of like a computer fan humming. The humming grows louder, and a strange Pokémon floats into the room, gliding along and bobbing its head back and forth like a drinking bird. It doesn't seem to notice Venkman or Ray as it glides straight towards the wall. Just when it looks like it's about to crash, it pauses in its flight, lets out a pleasant chime, then turns to select a different path.
It begins to move towards the corner of the room, and when it draws close to the wall, it beeps again and turns. Only...it's facing the other wall now. It beeps, turns, and tries again. No dice. The poor thing is stuck turning around, and around, and around, and around....
Egon pokes his head in through the door, frowning at the Porygon2.]
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Sometime in the afternoon, while the boys are lounging about in the hotel room, a quiet, mechanical sounding noise can be heard from the other room, sort of like a computer fan humming. The humming grows louder, and a strange Pokémon floats into the room, gliding along and bobbing its head back and forth like a drinking bird. It doesn't seem to notice Venkman or Ray as it glides straight towards the wall. Just when it looks like it's about to crash, it pauses in its flight, lets out a pleasant chime, then turns to select a different path.
It begins to move towards the corner of the room, and when it draws close to the wall, it beeps again and turns. Only...it's facing the other wall now. It beeps, turns, and tries again. No dice. The poor thing is stuck turning around, and around, and around, and around....
Egon pokes his head in through the door, frowning at the Porygon2.]
Not again.