Dr. Peter Venkman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neverstudied) wrote2018-12-24 11:04 pm
neverstudied) wrote2018-12-24 11:04 pm
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"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
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[Pride and excitement are conveyed through her thoughts. Her "ears" wiggle in excitement--Venkman may notice that she has a hair tie around each of them to make them mimic pigtails. Kö tries to adjust her grip slightly to make Venkman more comfortable, but alas, she hasn't completely mastered psychically manipulating her hands. She ends up squeezing Venkman's legs and and a singular arm in an almost painful manner, nearly tipping him over.
Egon clears his throat, approaching Venkman.]
Kölliker has evolved. [As if that wasn't obvious.] I brought her out to continue adjusting the containment units to try and accommodate for all physical matter, Pokémon or otherwise, when we discovered that her new form exhibited incredible strength.
[Moving images flash through Venkman's mind--a screw being dropped on the ground and rolling under a cabinet, Kölliker moving to pick it up and picking up the whole cabinet, Egon flipping out despite the fact everything on the cabinet fell off and broke.]
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Hey, easy, kid. I'm not a ragdoll. Gotta be delicate.
... Please tell me that you guys didn't break anything important. Or anything that belongs to the hotel...
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[She eases her grip slightly and tries adjusting her position, though she doesn't apologize. Her ears bob back and forth like antennae as she does a surface probe of Venkman's brain to find out what a "ragdoll" is.]
It should be fine. The mess will be cleaned up.
[That's not answering the question.]
We'll still need to run tests on how many pounds per square inch she can exert with her hands, but based on the PokéDex entries, I believe most of her species are able to crush boulders.
[Kö bubbles excitedly, inadvertently tightening her grip yet again. When she realizes what she's doing, however, she lets go and unceremoniously dumps Venkman back on the bed.]
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Please don't crush me like a boulder, I don't wanna get stuck in the hospital again.
[And yelps in surprise as he gets dropped back into bed. He sits up after a few seconds, frowning up at her.]
... Hey, wait a minute. She's not doing the- the double brains talking over each other thing anymore.
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[The Reuniclus hovers in place, opening and closing her hand digit by digit, watching as she does so. She goes to pick up a discarded shirt off the ground, stretching it between her hands and folding the fabric over itself. Egon goes to sit down next to Venkman on the bed, watching as Kölliker explores having hands. She seems to be humming an unidentified tune--something she made up herself, perhaps. The abstract feeling of warmth and curiosity overlays Venkman and Egon's thoughts.
Egon leans against Venkman--a habit.]
It seems like only yesterday she was a singular psychic cell learning quantum theory.
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[He watches Ko, idly thankful that the shirt is one of Ray's and not his. An odd smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, which only intensifies when Egon sits beside him.]
Remember when Ray called me, crying, to tell me she'd said her first words?
[Venkman tilts his head, leaning against Egon's shoulder.]
They really do grow up so fast, huh?
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[Kölliker tries pulling the shirt on over her arm, sticking a finger out of one of the sleeves. She giggles.]
I recall the first time she met you--well, you in Ray's body--she gained quite an impression of you. [A pause.] Though, the swearing didn't help much.
[Kölliker casts an impish look at both of them, then goes right back to picking up clothes and trying to fit them on her.]
Truly, the time spent in this dimension so far has been...a very interesting experience.
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[Venkman looks over at him for a moment, his expression carefully neutral.]
Interesting in a good way, I hope.
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Of course. Why would it not be? Barring the occasional mishap or grevious injury, this dimension has provided us with far more resources and unique modes of research.
[He rubs the back of his neck, glancing down at his shoes.]
The company is appreciated, as well.
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[A beat.]
You still miss your version of home, though.
[It's not quite a question, and not quite a statement, either.]
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Very impressive. Do you mind helping clean up the living room? I can give you cake afterwards.
[Excited, Kölliker bobs her head up and down in the approximation of a nod and zooms off. The sound of glass tinkling can be hear from the other room.
Egon folds his hands together on his lap, a pensive expression on his face. He speaks slowly, as if struggling to come up with the words to match his thoughts.]
If I'm being frank, I am...not sure what to feel towards the possibility of one day slipping back to my home dimension with no recollection of this one.
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Yeah. I'm not a fan of it, either. Even though I miss everyone back home- Winston, Janine... and the other you.
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They'll likely come in time, though there's no guarantee that they'll come from either of our dimensions. [He pauses again.] If another dimensional version of you, Ray, or myself arrive in this world, I would look forward to examining the differences that exist between each dimension.
[Meanwhile, Kölliker can probably hear all their thoughts, if she's not too distracted in the other room. But whether this occurs to either of them....]
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[He's... faintly disappointed that Egon's not getting it, but not surprised. It's not like he's sure what he'd do if Egon figured out what he was concerned about, anyway. Venkman knows he's being selfish, and probably expecting way too much out of Egon.
Still.]
I'd hope there's a lot of differences between me and your universe's version of me.
[As for Kölliker, Venkman's in his own head too much to even think about the fact that she could be peering in as well.]
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Egon tilts his head, frowning lightly.]
From what I can observe alone, there are a multitude of differences that exist between the two of you. For example, your enthusiasm and interest in trains, as well as your interactions with others, such as your college peers. However, I would still like to do experiments regarding brainwave frequencies and perhaps DNA samples to obtain a comprehensive understanding of these differences.
[He's still quite oblivious and speaking from a purely clinical perspective.]
It's quite interesting how two separate people born under similar, if not identical circumstances, can have such different experiences throughout their lives.
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How do you think the other Venkman would feel? If he showed up here. About this world, about me... about us.
[Still tiptoeing around the actual point, still tentatively trying to get answers for some of his concerns without outright voicing them.]
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Well, I don't claim to be an expert in human emotional states, but I'd imagine he'd be...bewildered, first and foremost, then complain about the amount of bug-like creatures crawling about. Then, most likely eventually settle if he realized other Ghostbusters in this dimension, or, if he did not realize as such, would attempt to return to his dimension repeatedly. [He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.] As for our relationship, he'd probably be surprised and then make a crude remark on dating habits or any sexual topics with juvenile humor.
[And then, after another few seconds of considering this--]
Why?
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[Said with a hint of bitterness. Venkman squeezes Egon's hand back, and he visibly tenses again when Egon asks him the question. He answers as nonchalantly as possible.]
Just curious, I guess.
You think he'd be jealous?
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Luckily for Egon, he doesn't have to think about it for too long.]
...I--
[The door creaks open, and Kölliker pushes open the door, still clad in Ray's t-shirt and various other articles of clothing slowly being absorbed into her cytoplasm. Her ears twitch as she stares at them.]
< Dad sad? Weird things? Cake? What's happening? >
[She knows what's going on, and she doesn't want to see her dads sad!]
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Venkman flinches when Ko bursts into the room, and his jaw sets as he realizes that she's been able to sense everything this whole time. Fuck.]
Really wish that tin foil hats worked, right now...
[He doesn't deny what she says, at least. Not that it'd even work if he did.]
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[egon has several hundred brain cells, they're all just resting.
Anyways, Kölliker bursting into the room causes Egon to glance over at Venkman, a somewhat confused expression on his face. He takes a moment or two to realize the implications of what she's said.]
Oh.
[There's an awkward pause as he tries to formulate a question.]
Are you...concerned about the fact that I originate from another dimension?
[He's...not quite there.]
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Venkman, meanwhile, kind of wants to disappear right now. Or die.]
It's... the dimensional stuff is a part of it, but it's not about you. Or anything wrong with you.
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Well, some version of Venkman. And that therein lies the problem...he thinks.]
About...my dimensional version of Dr. Peter Venkman, then?
< Communication is the essence to successful science! >
[A quote, repeated back in an enthusiastic Egon-like tone by Kölliker. Egon blinks.]
...Yes, um, thank you, Kölliker.
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[God bless Kölliker. Her little quote gets him to laugh, and somehow, that makes it a little easier to keep talking.]
I, uh. I know it's stupid.
[Venkman thinks for a moment, trying to pinpoint what part of this mess he's willing to elaborate on first.]
Half of the stuff you've told me about the other version of me sounds like- well, me. And the other half makes me want to kick his ass. And it kills me to realize how close I am to being the kind of guy who acts like that. If I'm not already.
[Bill Murray Angst TM]
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[A puzzled expression appears on Egon's face. Can he not see the logic behind it?]
But the fact that you do not act as such and are worrying about acting as such already separates you from various other dimensional versions of Peter Venkman who would not be under considerable stress at the thought of it. All human beings, given similar circumstances and being placed under stress, are liable to react differently. [A pause.] Such as those ridiculously biased prison psychology experiments.
[Kölliker's still watching them. It's fine, this'll be filed away in her brain as to how to deal with emotional problems in a healthy(?) manner.]
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