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victory_road2019-02-10 05:06 pm
pkemeter) wrote in victory_road2019-02-10 05:06 pm
[closed] hold on my heart
Who: Egon Spengler, Peter Venkman, and Ray Stantz
What: A REAL Valentine's Day date, for once
Where: Goldenrod City
When: February 14th
Warnings: None, at the moment!
[When you devise an experiment that has you sleep for only fourteen minutes a day, you end up spending most of the time awake just thinking. And Egon Spengler has done a lot of thinking for the past two weeks--mostly about Pokémon research and breeding and whatever rules govern this strange dimension, but...his partners, as well. When his thoughts overflow--and they frequently do--he ends up taking out his notebook and writing down whatever words he has in mind. Over the last few months, the notebook has become laden with loose papers and sticky notes annotating various observations, thoughts, general ramblings....
Tonight is no different as Egon scratches his pencil against the dogeared paper, occasionally pausing to look over at the sleeping Ray Stantz. Venkman has been lying between them, and although his head is turned away, Egon assumes that he's sleeping.
It's Valentine's Day today. If he wants to get this right for his partners, he'll need to rest. He closes his notebook and slips it into his bag, then places his glasses on the bedside table.
One minute, he's awake and staring at the ceiling--the next, he's rubbing his eyes open and...staring at the ceiling, yet again. The only thing to indicate that any time has passed is the numbers on the digital clock on the desk beside him--
Hm. That PokéBall wasn't there before. Egon frowns lightly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. He glances over at Ray's side--there's another PokéBall on his bedside table, as well. A puzzled expression appears on his face as slowly sits up, stretching his limbs as he does so. He goes to pick up the PokéBall, turning it over in his hand and examining it closely.
He doesn't notice anything about Venkman, yet.]
What: A REAL Valentine's Day date, for once
Where: Goldenrod City
When: February 14th
Warnings: None, at the moment!
[When you devise an experiment that has you sleep for only fourteen minutes a day, you end up spending most of the time awake just thinking. And Egon Spengler has done a lot of thinking for the past two weeks--mostly about Pokémon research and breeding and whatever rules govern this strange dimension, but...his partners, as well. When his thoughts overflow--and they frequently do--he ends up taking out his notebook and writing down whatever words he has in mind. Over the last few months, the notebook has become laden with loose papers and sticky notes annotating various observations, thoughts, general ramblings....
Tonight is no different as Egon scratches his pencil against the dogeared paper, occasionally pausing to look over at the sleeping Ray Stantz. Venkman has been lying between them, and although his head is turned away, Egon assumes that he's sleeping.
It's Valentine's Day today. If he wants to get this right for his partners, he'll need to rest. He closes his notebook and slips it into his bag, then places his glasses on the bedside table.
One minute, he's awake and staring at the ceiling--the next, he's rubbing his eyes open and...staring at the ceiling, yet again. The only thing to indicate that any time has passed is the numbers on the digital clock on the desk beside him--
Hm. That PokéBall wasn't there before. Egon frowns lightly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. He glances over at Ray's side--there's another PokéBall on his bedside table, as well. A puzzled expression appears on his face as slowly sits up, stretching his limbs as he does so. He goes to pick up the PokéBall, turning it over in his hand and examining it closely.
He doesn't notice anything about Venkman, yet.]
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Since reuniting with his partners, he's slept a hell of a lot better, even with the knowledge that... Egon just straight up doesn't sleep most of the night. And instead stares at them.
Tonight, however, Venkman forces himself to keep his eyes open, and when that fails, he makes himself focus on any and all distracting sounds around him- anything that can keep him from sleeping. He's waiting for the moment to strike.
And finally, finally, it happens, and Venkman almost blows his cover out of sheer relief. Egon sets his glasses down and lies back, and Venkman waits just a little longer- long enough for Egon's breathing to slow-
And he gently extricates himself from the bed, moving as slowly as possible to minimize Ray's mumbled protests. Egon'll be out for another 13 minutes, but Ray is a problem. Ray can actually be woken up.
He's gotta move quickly.
Venkman slips out of the room and goes straight for his bag, digging into one of the lesser-used pockets for the two Pokeballs he knows are there. They've both been gift-wrapped; not very well, mind you, because it's hard to wrap up a circle and it didn't occur to Venkman to like, put them in a box first until later. As a result, it's easy to guess that they're probably Pokeballs.
it's also easy to guess which Pokeball is meant for who. One has a cartoonish ghost design, and the other one...
But just in case that's still too difficult a puzzle to solve, they both have name tags- simply saying "Ray" and "Egon", with a small heart beside them both. The heart next to Egon's name is an attempt at an anatomically correct human heart. Ray gets the normal cartoon heart.
Venkman places the Pokeballs on their bedside tables, carefully adjusting them and the surrounding objects so they won't fall off the table in the night. His task finished, all he has to do now is curl back up in bed and finally go to sleep. He manages this with only minimal protests from the still-sleeping Ray, and before long he's drifting off even as Egon wakes up.
... All things considered, he probably should've accounted for Egon immediately noticing the Pokeball on his desk upon waking up, but to be fair, Egon can be incredibly unobservant at times. He assumed this would be one of them.]
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Unless there's a Valentine's Day version of Santa Claus, but he doubts that to be true.
How on Earth had he gotten that there without him noticing? He must have stayed up for half of the night, waiting for Egon to fall asleep. He looks down at the sleeping Venkman, then towards Ray, still unaware of what awaits him today.
As tempting as it is to see what, exactly, is inside the PokéBall, it would likely wake up both of his partners, and the two of them need their sleep. He gently places the present back on his bedside table and lies down, wrapping an arm around the person closest to him--which happens to be Venkman.
He's just going to wait until both of them wake up. It's fine.]
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Ray stretches his arms and yawns, not even realizing that anything's off at first. However after going to rub the sleep from his eyes, he notices something out of the corner of his eye.
Huh, that wasn't there last night.
Ray tentatively picks up the gift from him and looks over at the other two. He was almost positive this was a gift from one of them and already he couldn't help but blush at how they gave him a gift for Valentine's day.
... Dang he hopes that the guys like his presents to them.
He doesn't want to wake up Venkman yet (he's known him long enough that he gets super cranky if you wake him up), so he turns to Egon, since Ray already expected him to be up at this hour.]
Hey Spengs, where did this come from?
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Ah. Raymond. You're finally awake.
[He sits up, careful to keep from disturbing Venkman. He adjusts his glasses and gestures to the fungus-decorated PokéBall on his table.]
I recieved one, as well. I have reason to believe that these are gifts from Peter for Valentine's Day. [He pauses, looking down at Venkman.] Though I did not see him placing them.
[It...completely escapes his mind to say "happy Valentine's Day" to Ray. He's too preoccupied with the overwhelming affection he feels towards both of his partners.]
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[Ray is stunned silent for a few moments, and he feels himself blushing deeply at this.
He soon starts grinning widely, however, as he holds his present]
Should I make coffee? That usually wakes Peter up in a way that we don't have to worry about him being cranky.
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That sounds like a good idea. I can help with that, if you'd like.
[He slides off the bed, standing up on his feet and making his way to the other side. He offers a hand to help Ray up.]
You know, I can't help but feel slightly apprehensive about this day.
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A very tired, unconscious opossum who doesn't want to get up or be left alone, at that.]
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[Ray happily takes Egon's hand and is about to stand up before Venkman tightens his grip on him.
He's trapped.]
Uh.
S-sorry Spengs, I don't think Venkman is gonna let go of me anytime soon.
You think you could get the coffee for me?
[He feels kind of guilty for asking this out of him but he's really trapped in bed right now.]
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Of course. I'll join you in a moment.
[He disappears into the kitchen. Ray can hear the clattering of dishes and cups, and soon the smell of roasted coffee wafts into the bedroom.
After a few minutes, Egon returns holding three steaming coffee cups. He doesn't really need coffee, himself, but he likes having the ritual. He places two of the cups on the nearby dresser and holds one out to Ray. Hopefully, Venkman should wake up soon.]
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The scent of coffee is enough to start the process of dragging Venkman back into the land of the living, but not enough to actually wake him up. Ray and Egon may have to try more direct methods of getting this idiot out of bed.]
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Thank you.
[Ray smiles fondly at Venkman sleeping, before looking at Egon.]
Whaddya say? Should we let him sleep or wake him up?
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He wouldn't want to miss us opening our presents. [He tilts his head to the side.] He also dislikes drinking coffee which has cooled to suboptimal temperatures.
[What he's saying is that Ray should totally try to wake him up.]
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He speaks up a bit louder than normal, so that Venkman would be more likely to hear it even in his sleep.]
Weeell I guess if Venkman is gonna sleep all day, I could let Slime Jr. out and see how he would like to relax on the bed with us.
[>:)]
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He frowns in his half-asleep state and groans, throwing an arm up over his face.]
Nooooo...
[He opens one eye and glares blearily at Ray. He didn't really catch all of what Ray said, but he got the gist.]
Don't want 'im. Lemme sleep.
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You're right, Ray. Maybe we should also see how he reacts to consuming different types of food and materials--say, maybe Venkman's coffee.
[He's not going to count it as a win until Venkman completely wakes up.]
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You're right; if Peter's not going to drink it, we shouldn't let it go to waste!
Maybe we could see how they like Venkman's leftover cake from the other day too.
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[Venkman forces both eyes open, and he props himself up on his elbows. He scowls at Ray and Egon in turn, grumbling to himself.]
Both of you can die. Can't a man sleep in peace in this place?
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Good morning, Peter. I thought you were looking forward to today. But I suppose if you'd rather skip out....
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I'd ask how late you stayed up last night, but I can't say this is abnormal behavior for you.
Spengs made you coffee, by the way.
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[Venkman tries to stay irritable, but it's hard with Egon's hand on his shoulder and Ray kissing him. He leans against Ray and kisses him on the cheek.]
Yeah, yeah, I was gonna get up eventually. Wouldn't miss today for the world. Love ya both too much for that.
[His words are still slurring together a little from being half-asleep, but he's waking up more and more by the second.]
Where's the coffee?
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So you were the one who gave us these PokéBalls. I saw it upon waking up, but I did not want to open it while you were still asleep.
[He scratches his chin, then takes a sip of his own coffee.]
I have selected a few gifts myself. Would you rather I give you them now or later?
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[He fidgets with his coffee mug with nervous energy.]
I don't mind waiting either way but I'm dying to find out what Pokemon Peter got me.
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Yeah. You took your time goin' to bed last night, Spengs. I almost thought I'd miss my chance.
You can open mine first, then. I wanna see how you like'm. I know it's considered a bad idea to get people pets as gifts, but, you know, they're monsters, not the same as normal pets. And I tried pretty hard to make it a good matchup...
[He takes another sip and hopes that his own nervousness is hard to spot.]
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The Porygon "blinks"--in that the eye sort of flips back and forth between the "closed" frame and "open" frame, then smoothly turns its head to look towards Egon. It then makes a noise that sounds akin to a Macintosh computer booting up--a greeting.
Egon stares back at it for a moment before kneeling down and holding its head between his hands.]
You are absolutely magnificent.
[The Porygon blinks again, shifting into a more pleased expression. Egon looks up at Venkman, eyes practically glowing with excitement.]
I read that Porygons were only available through artificial means. Where did you find it?
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I've heard about those! Spengs I'm envious- I've read up a lot about these guys and they sound really cool!
[He then leans up against Venkman, gracelessly tears the paper off of his gift and tosses his containment unit on the bed.
A beam of light shoots out and out pops a tiny baby and Ray nearly bursts into tears when he sees her.
He tentatively reaches over and offers a hand to the baby, careful as to not scare her.]
Hey little buddy, my name is Ray, it's nice to meet you.
[The Cubone looks a tiny bit nervous at this new stranger but accepts his hand and nuzzles into it.
Ray officially bursts into tears.]
Venkie I love her.
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i dont have an icon gay enough for this which is a travesty
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