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[neverstudied]

"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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[ghoststanning]

[Ray meanwhile is in fantasyland when what he said really hits him. Dang... it would be really nice so finally get married, and he thinks they could all plan a really fun wedding.

He's eventually brought back to reality when Kirby pats him.]

Or if you had some private information that you're uncomfortable with others knowing and someone tried to force it out of you out of nowhere?

[Annie, who was in and out of sleep, suddenly jolts awake at the sound of the floorboards breaking and Kirby's screech and immediately assumes the worst. She lets out a scared cry and clings to Kirby, and she doesn't calm down until she's sure she's still alive and well.

Once calm, she looks over worriedly at Q*Bert, still clinging tightly to the Mimikyu.]

[pkemeter]

[Egon jolts a little when Q*Bert slams their head into the ground, but otherwise doesn't react. It's a pretty hardy creature. He frowns, taking a moment or two to think it over.]

I suppose when you put it that way....

[Q*Bert tugs their head out of the ground, giving a sad, apologetic beep towards Kirby and Annie. They got...a little carried away. They glance over at Egon, then down at the broken floorboards. Egon grimaces.]

It's alright. It can be fixed. What is your current status?

[Q*Bert makes a descending chime noise as their eyes create a sort of "loading" symbol. After a moment or two, an upbeat jingle plays. Egon relaxes a bit.]

Thank you.

[neverstudied]

[Kirby rocks Annie in her tendrils until the little Cubone understands that everything's ok. She gives Q*Bert a slightly reproachful look, but relaxes after a moment- she knows they didn't mean any harm. And she's much more forgiving of other Pokemon than people.]

Man. If they're that into music, maybe your Porygon oughta become a drummer. They can just hit the drum with their face or something.

[ghoststanning]

[Annie nuzzles against Kirby and smiles at Q*Bert. She's just glad you're all okay!]

Maybe we should try seeing what kind of music they like! I'm sure Q*Bert would love hearing all the music there is in the world.

... You know, besides the music that's constantly playing already.

[pkemeter]

Hmmm. I am unsure whether that would do anything except puncture the drum altogether....

[Q*Bert buzzes cheerfully, floating a little lower as if to try and cover up the hole they made in the ground. He gets up from the couch, making his way to a nearby dresser and opening the drawers. After a moment or two of digging, he pulls out a box of cheesy crackers and goes to perch on the sofa arm rest.]

...The Pokémon probably go throughout their whole lives where music is a natural part of their lives. Though, whether or not they "interpret" this as music is left to be seen.

[He shoves a bunch of crackers into his mouth.]

I suppose if a Pokémon somehow made its way to a dimension that did not have music playing at all times--say, my home dimension--it may find the silence uncomfortable. Like a person from the city moving to the country.

[neverstudied]

It's fine. They could smack their head sideways against the drum.

... Goddamnit. Thanks. I'd almost stopped noticing the music again. [He rubs his temples with a sigh.] I feel like it'd be easier to adjust to the silence, honestly- they can hum or sing or fill the silence somehow. But there's no escaping the music here.

[Kirby skitters away for a moment, returning with a blanket that she drags behind her. She drapes it over the floor hole. There! All fixed!]