1_800_hotline | Week 1 [Day 1-Day 3]

[After a long stressful day like this has been, maybe you want to curl up in bed and try to sleep this whole thing off, or maybe you stay up all night desperately trying to find a way out of this town. Whether it be asking the cops for help, trying to steal a car, or just simply trying to walk out of town, you will unfortunately find your attempts to escape fruitless.

Even with it being obvious something strange is going on, no one has shown their face yet to even hint that they're the ones behind it. And you have no idea if or when they will.

However, in the very least you have a whole town to explore, and at the start of each day, and the beginning of every night, no matter where you are, you'll suddenly hear a radio crackle to life. Whether this is comforting or unsettling? Well, that's up to you to decide.

Just have a good time and try not think about the letter you got earlier, okay?]

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[ DAY 1 (SUNDAY) || NIGHT 1 (MONDAY) || DAY 2 (TUESDAY) || NIGHT 2 (WEDNESDAY) || DAY 3 (THURSDAY) ]
((OOC: Welcome to Week 1 of Hotline! As you can probably tell by the fact that Day 2 and beyond are frozen, we will have no grace week so we can get right into the murder!

And if you want to investigate the town, you just need to write INVESTIGATION in your header! Have fun ;) ))

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No, of course not, it's just this stupid fucking-!

[He snarls in the back of his throat and forces himself to breathe, yanking his hand out of the smashed screen. That's... yeah, that's gonna be hard to fix. One very stressed looking service worker is cowering behind the counter, debating whether he should chastise Venkman or just stay out of his way and hope for no more casualties.]

... Christ, this place sucks.

[The worker, assuming he means the arcade, ducks behind the counter in anticipation. But Venkman just looks tired, now, more than anything.]

[ His anger doesn't sway her. In fact, Kimberly just lets him yell, and then walks over. ]

Your hand okay?

Yeah, probably.

[He doesn't actually bother to look. Venkman wipes his knuckles on his shirt, dislodging a few slivers of broken glass and leaving a very faint trickle of smeared blood. That's... probably not the smartest idea, but ok.]

... Haven't found Ray yet.

[As if that wasn't obvious.]

[ Oh, jeez... ]

I would've thought he'd be easy to... Let me help you. With that, but first. [ She nods to his hand. ] You don't want that to get infected.

Believe me, I thought he'd be a hell of a lot easier to find, too. Starting to think this place doesn't want me to find him.

It's fine. [He finally holds up his hand and grimaces at it- there's a few little marks where glass broke the skin around his knuckles, but nothing bad. No giant chunks of glass or big lacerations, just tiny drops of blood.] I've had a whole lot worse.

Just because you've had worse doesn't mean you should ignore the little things. Come on. I'll camp out outside his door with you, but not until we get that bandaged.

[ She refuses to budge on this, it seems. ]

Alright, alright, you win...

[Honestly, he's not used to anyone outside his partners- let alone someone he barely knows- giving a shit about whether or not he's injured. And sometimes even they forget to be concerned- not for any awful reasons, but just because the Ghostbusters have the collective attention span of one goldfish.

Once he gets over himself and his wallowing in self-pity, he realizes he doesn't mind it that much.]

Convenience store probably has first aid stuff.

Good. Then that's where we're going. I hear these things [ she nods at the video games ] can be a little addictive, anyway.

[ Come along, buddy, let's have ourselves a first aid day. ]

[Off they go to the store of convenience, and the poor guy at the arcade counter breathes a sigh of relief. Too bad this won't be the last time he sees the likes of Venkman, let alone the last time Venkman causes property damage in this arcade.

But this isn't his story.]

... You know, you act like this isn't the first time you've had to patch someone up.

[Venkman sounds casual, but there's an unspoken question behind it- namely, if he's hit the nail on the head or not. Though he probably won't pry more than she's willing to let him.]

Oh, it's absolutely not.

[ The casual air to her voice says it's not just this isn't the first time; she's used to it. ]

It comes with the territory.

I know the feeling.

[Even as he says it, though, Venkman's pretty sure Kimberly's situation is a little more serious than his. He keeps talking anyway.]

Most of the time we get injured on the job, it's on the spectral and metaphysical side of things. No need for first aid, there. Doesn't mean there's not times we get thrown across rooms and sent plummeting to our dooms by the monster of the week.

... What's the territory for you?

[ She'll listen. She's pretty good at that- or at least, she tries to be. ]

Oh, you know. Defending the innocent. Raiding dictators. Rebellion.

[Damn. That sounds noble as hell. And kickass.

And concerning.]

Not a whole lotta dictators in New York, at least not in my dimension. If old gods hellbent on taking over Earth count, though, then there's that in common. And protecting the innocent, if you can call New Yorkers innocent.

Still. Sounds like you have it a whole lot rougher than we do.

And still, there's someone who has it rougher than me out there.

[ She speaks matter-of-fact. He caught a glimpse of a more relaxed woman, with all those bodega cats. This one, however, is...not resigned. But accepting of the world she's lived in. ]

...I won't say I don't. But it doesn't mean the hardships you've seen are anything to laugh at. That kind of thinking, that's what leads everyone to be divided.

Hey, I dunno about that. My hardships include having to deal with some jackass selling his soul to delete every single chicken from the universe. That's pretty laughable.

[You gotta love the chicken man.

Meanwhile, Kimberly has mostly been seeing Venkman at his worst- aggressive, depressed, and self-pitying- right out the gates. Not even the bodega cats can prevent him from being a disaster.

Speaking of the bodega cats, they absolutely recognize the two of them when they reach the convenience store, and it'll take some effort for them to not trip over the fluffy cream cat that rushes forward to rub against their legs.]

If you think so. [ Kim spares a smile for the cats, and a passing pet. ] But, I'm not the type to laugh at that sort of thing. For you, it was probably a frustrating time.

[ She begins to look for first aid supplies; something to disinfect the injury, first, and then wrapping. ]

Oh, believe me, it was incredibly frustrating, but that doesn't make us building robotic chickens to trick him any less stupid.

[The cream cat follows Kimberly wherever she goes in the store, right at her heels.]

That does sound incredibly stupid.

[ It's like a bit of a dance, making sure she doesn't step on this sweet little kitty. However, she finds some antiseptic easily enough, some wrapping bandages. Some tweezers. ]

Here we are... Any glass still there?

Week 1 [Day 1-Day 3]

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me realizing i finally have a reason to use this stupid icon: HELL yea

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