"Gold?" Venkman says, then laughs with an exasperated drop of his arms. "No babe, this world requires paper money."
He thinks about that for a moment.
"Yes, it's as stupid as it sounds."
With things getting quiet while everyone contemplates their situation, Spengler sets to work. He doesn't say anything else. Just slips the bangle over his wrist and takes on a new appearance...this of a man in khakis, a button up, brown leather jacket, and rugged stubble.
"I'll have to rethink what disguise really means." He says as he grabs the ladder and starts up the maintenance access. The sound of the steel lid being slid back echoes down into the sewer. He pokes his head out, looks around, and then hops up into the light of day...
Travin tosses his bangle over to another of the ghost busters, and then transforms into a pale man wearing a drab black ensamble that looks too big and also heavy black eye shadow and the biggest black hair. "Stick together then yeah? We don't want another wandering off and getting killed..."
The box of gore also transforms along with his look, now an illusory backpack he clutches it as he follows up the ladder.
"I will wait until right before we go in before I change appearance. I'll only have an hour before I have to use more resources. If you can familiarize me with that we are looking for or with some type of authority that I can pretend to be, then I can convince them to let use where we need to go. I can be quite convincing. I just need help with the knowledge." Ralik says to Venkman and the other Ghostbusters. "Do not worry, I am good at violence, but it is not my only weapon. A silver tongued approach opens more doors than a sword after all."
In the mean time, Ralik summons two daggers which he fits into his belt and renews his mage armor. "No reason not to be prepared for the worst, while we hope for the best, plus the disguise will cover it all up. May I use a bangle to help perfect a the disguise before I fully adopt it?" He says generally to those who hold a bangle.
Ralik will then work with the GB to further prefect a disguise of an Authority Figure that they recommend, doing his best to remember any information and acting pointers they tell him. In this time
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Surprised by the sudden turn of events and a decision being made, Shavaris puts her bangle back on unless someone else needs to use it. The cloak she wears does hide her pretty well and she mentions this.
If no one wants it, she dons it and heads up the ladder behind Spengler, looking forward to breathing fresher air.
Adam dons his bangle and makes himself appear like someone that he saw on a billboard, a frat boy with a turned up collar, wearing some strange jacket with straps and with a label that reads “Members Only.” He doesn’t know what he’s a member of, but he climbs the ladder after Shavaris, putting his hand through his hair as he finishes climbing, looking around for potential threats.
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Spengler watches as Ralik borrows a bangle and fixes his appearance while the others go through their various rituals of preparation. He nods, taps his chin, then points at Ralik.
"You can go to the front desk while the rest of us enter the library." He says with a nod. "It's a public library, so we can all go in. Just tell them you need access to the microfiche and the archives. Then we'll just pick up with you after that. Should be pretty simple."
"Wait." Venkman said as he started up the ladder behind Adam. "Isn't this the library with..."
"Not now, Peter." Spengler says, adjusting his glasses...
The library is almost dead when the Ghostbusters and Dawn Guard enter, spreading out amongst the stacks and so forth, the rows of desks, etc. The lady at the counter doesn't even look up from her mass market paperback romance as they fan out and Ralik approaches the desk...
Tan corduroy pants with a light plaid shirt that has a pocket protector full of pens is what the nomad decided on. He had seen it on the tv and it stuck with him. Odd, but fun. On the way in he grabs some random papers and holds them close.
"Hello ma'am. May I have access to the mico fish and archives? I promise I wont be long." Ralik said in a nasally voice and with a kind smile.
With a reshuffles of the papers as he looks to the woman expectantly, ready to take in her directions.
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The Librarian looks up over the rim of her glasses at Travin first, then reaches up to adjust her specks.
"Architecture is in H17." She says, curt and to the point, before redirecting her attention at Ralik. "You a student or reporter or somethin'? What do you want with all that?"
Even after asking this question, she reaches for keys in the upper drawer of her desk.
Looking like a Russian Mafioso complete in purple track suit, Dageron thinks carefully while waiting for Ralik to be helped. When he has an opportunity to interact with the Librarian he asks, "I never received the common education of this nation. Can you direct me to any academic materials that teach fundamental knowledge?"
Travin gives a non committal but thankful nod and wanders off, gesturing to anyone who wishes to join him to follow along. He looks over the bookshelves and tries to find any signs with the letter number combination, slowly working on finding H17.
Adam stands with his hands in his pockets, every now and again putting his hand through his hair, rearranging it. “Whatever.” he says to no one. “Buncha … nerds.” He tries on this new word that he overheard, trying to blend in. He leans up against a book shelf, letting the others sort through their “Dewey Decimal System”, whatever that is. “Doin your little nerdy things. Go on.” He looks around the library, trying to spot if anyone is paying too much attention to them, looking for threats. He mainly seems focused on getting his hair just so..
Perception : 8
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Shavaris stands back a bit from the desk as others ask where all these areas are. She's a bit taken a back as she is focused on the mission and they are inquiring about some different things. Shrugging, she waits with Ralik waiting for the woman to direct them to the right area.
She watches the ghostbusters, seeing if they are just wanting Ralik to get them in to the micro fish area or if they had something else in mind.
Travin in his gothic clothes comes back over to Adam and takes him to go sit at a table, once sat travin puts a book and a 'Starlog' magazine in front of the man. Upon the cover of the magazine is a picture of a man that travin and Adam watched die, bold yellow stylised font on the front displays the text "DARTH VADER RETURNS!", the book is entitled "The Dark Crystal" and travin flicks through to a page describing a young Gelfling by the name of Jen entering a magical observatory and meeting a seemingly crazed old woman named Aughra. "These are works of fiction in this world" Travin states very flatly, "these stories are made up by people all of the characters and the places, to this world none of it exists apart from in their minds, in their fictions, and then they adapt them to plays that they project onto their magic screens... I'm bringing this to you because you and me both met Aughra, we fought Vader... You have one of his lightsabers right? It's all fiction. Just simple entertainment...It's all right here." Adam can tell even through travin's new robotic voice, that there is a deep lack of emotion in him, a depression that lives deep within him now. But he is reaching out for understanding.
Adam sits at the table and grabs hold of Travin’s arm, amazed at what he is seeing. “Wait a minute. My God. What the….” He looks quickly around for Venkman or Spengler, rushing to grab them and lead them back to the table, he sits down with Travin again and starts to flip through the magazines. “What the hell is this? I went toe to toe with this dark suited bastard, hitting him with my lightsaber, we saw a mountain of rock fall on him, crushing and killing him. He was REAL in our world, but in this world his story is told.. in a magazine?” He flips through the Dark Crystal and finds Aughra, pointing excitedly at her picture…”I’ve met her, Travin too. What is this place? Do … do the stories in this world, the things that you write about suddenly appear in our world? What power! How does that work, are these stories and images made in any particular way, any spells cast over them to make them come true?” He is very excited, floored by the possibilities, he looks up at Travin and grabs his arm again, saying “Can we write in this world about Eternia returning to the way it was….. and it become true?”
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"I don't think it works like that..." Travin frowns, and looks to the Ghostbusters, "they are a story too... I don't... I can't... It's... It's like this world isn't real either. There's no escape anymore. No way out until the story ends." Travin buries his face in his hands and thinks, a dark frustration and anxiety in him, he shakes his leg and fidgets.
"You must been one of those foreigners." The Librarian says to Ralik. She points toward a door in the back of the room. "Go in there, to the left. All the archives will be in there, got it? Boy we got busy all of a sudden."
She gives Dageron's mafioso persona an assessing look with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? Fundamental knowledge huh? All the middle school books are over there." She says and points toward a row of bookshelves.
Going into the back of the library and then to the door on the left takes the Dawn Guard and Ghostbusters, at least those who want to look at archives, into the dark basement of the building. Venkman seems particularly displeased about this, as does Zeddemore, though when Venkman gripes to him about it, he does point out that Winston wasn't even here 'last time'.
"I don't need to have been here to know I don't want nothin' to do with that chick." Is Zeddemore's reply.
The basement is filled with file sorts, file boxes, shelves of newspapers, magazines, books, and archival information, as well as microfiche readers. The Ghostbusters get right to work digging into the microfiche boxes in the small filing drawers...
"Gold?" Venkman says, then laughs with an exasperated drop of his arms. "No babe, this world requires paper money."
He thinks about that for a moment.
"Yes, it's as stupid as it sounds."
With things getting quiet while everyone contemplates their situation, Spengler sets to work. He doesn't say anything else. Just slips the bangle over his wrist and takes on a new appearance...this of a man in khakis, a button up, brown leather jacket, and rugged stubble.
"I'll have to rethink what disguise really means." He says as he grabs the ladder and starts up the maintenance access. The sound of the steel lid being slid back echoes down into the sewer. He pokes his head out, looks around, and then hops up into the light of day...
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Travin tosses his bangle over to another of the ghost busters, and then transforms into a pale man wearing a drab black ensamble that looks too big and also heavy black eye shadow and the biggest black hair. "Stick together then yeah? We don't want another wandering off and getting killed..."
The box of gore also transforms along with his look, now an illusory backpack he clutches it as he follows up the ladder.
Dageron looks to the others, "Moving out?"
"I will wait until right before we go in before I change appearance. I'll only have an hour before I have to use more resources. If you can familiarize me with that we are looking for or with some type of authority that I can pretend to be, then I can convince them to let use where we need to go. I can be quite convincing. I just need help with the knowledge." Ralik says to Venkman and the other Ghostbusters. "Do not worry, I am good at violence, but it is not my only weapon. A silver tongued approach opens more doors than a sword after all."
In the mean time, Ralik summons two daggers which he fits into his belt and renews his mage armor. "No reason not to be prepared for the worst, while we hope for the best, plus the disguise will cover it all up. May I use a bangle to help perfect a the disguise before I fully adopt it?" He says generally to those who hold a bangle.
Ralik will then work with the GB to further prefect a disguise of an Authority Figure that they recommend, doing his best to remember any information and acting pointers they tell him. In this time
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Surprised by the sudden turn of events and a decision being made, Shavaris puts her bangle back on unless someone else needs to use it. The cloak she wears does hide her pretty well and she mentions this.
If no one wants it, she dons it and heads up the ladder behind Spengler, looking forward to breathing fresher air.
Adam dons his bangle and makes himself appear like someone that he saw on a billboard, a frat boy with a turned up collar, wearing some strange jacket with straps and with a label that reads “Members Only.” He doesn’t know what he’s a member of, but he climbs the ladder after Shavaris, putting his hand through his hair as he finishes climbing, looking around for potential threats.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Spengler watches as Ralik borrows a bangle and fixes his appearance while the others go through their various rituals of preparation. He nods, taps his chin, then points at Ralik.
"You can go to the front desk while the rest of us enter the library." He says with a nod. "It's a public library, so we can all go in. Just tell them you need access to the microfiche and the archives. Then we'll just pick up with you after that. Should be pretty simple."
"Wait." Venkman said as he started up the ladder behind Adam. "Isn't this the library with..."
"Not now, Peter." Spengler says, adjusting his glasses...
The library is almost dead when the Ghostbusters and Dawn Guard enter, spreading out amongst the stacks and so forth, the rows of desks, etc. The lady at the counter doesn't even look up from her mass market paperback romance as they fan out and Ralik approaches the desk...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Tan corduroy pants with a light plaid shirt that has a pocket protector full of pens is what the nomad decided on. He had seen it on the tv and it stuck with him. Odd, but fun. On the way in he grabs some random papers and holds them close.
"Hello ma'am. May I have access to the mico fish and archives? I promise I wont be long." Ralik said in a nasally voice and with a kind smile.
With a reshuffles of the papers as he looks to the woman expectantly, ready to take in her directions.
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Travin in his goth disguise joins the queue for the info desk behind Ralik, "you guys got a section on architecture?" He asks drearily.
The Librarian looks up over the rim of her glasses at Travin first, then reaches up to adjust her specks.
"Architecture is in H17." She says, curt and to the point, before redirecting her attention at Ralik. "You a student or reporter or somethin'? What do you want with all that?"
Even after asking this question, she reaches for keys in the upper drawer of her desk.
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Looking like a Russian Mafioso complete in purple track suit, Dageron thinks carefully while waiting for Ralik to be helped. When he has an opportunity to interact with the Librarian he asks, "I never received the common education of this nation. Can you direct me to any academic materials that teach fundamental knowledge?"
Travin gives a non committal but thankful nod and wanders off, gesturing to anyone who wishes to join him to follow along. He looks over the bookshelves and tries to find any signs with the letter number combination, slowly working on finding H17.
Adam stands with his hands in his pockets, every now and again putting his hand through his hair, rearranging it. “Whatever.” he says to no one. “Buncha … nerds.” He tries on this new word that he overheard, trying to blend in. He leans up against a book shelf, letting the others sort through their “Dewey Decimal System”, whatever that is. “Doin your little nerdy things. Go on.” He looks around the library, trying to spot if anyone is paying too much attention to them, looking for threats. He mainly seems focused on getting his hair just so..
Perception : 8
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Shavaris stands back a bit from the desk as others ask where all these areas are. She's a bit taken a back as she is focused on the mission and they are inquiring about some different things. Shrugging, she waits with Ralik waiting for the woman to direct them to the right area.
She watches the ghostbusters, seeing if they are just wanting Ralik to get them in to the micro fish area or if they had something else in mind.
Insight 26
Travin in his gothic clothes comes back over to Adam and takes him to go sit at a table, once sat travin puts a book and a 'Starlog' magazine in front of the man. Upon the cover of the magazine is a picture of a man that travin and Adam watched die, bold yellow stylised font on the front displays the text "DARTH VADER RETURNS!", the book is entitled "The Dark Crystal" and travin flicks through to a page describing a young Gelfling by the name of Jen entering a magical observatory and meeting a seemingly crazed old woman named Aughra. "These are works of fiction in this world" Travin states very flatly, "these stories are made up by people all of the characters and the places, to this world none of it exists apart from in their minds, in their fictions, and then they adapt them to plays that they project onto their magic screens... I'm bringing this to you because you and me both met Aughra, we fought Vader... You have one of his lightsabers right? It's all fiction. Just simple entertainment...It's all right here." Adam can tell even through travin's new robotic voice, that there is a deep lack of emotion in him, a depression that lives deep within him now. But he is reaching out for understanding.
Adam sits at the table and grabs hold of Travin’s arm, amazed at what he is seeing. “Wait a minute. My God. What the….” He looks quickly around for Venkman or Spengler, rushing to grab them and lead them back to the table, he sits down with Travin again and starts to flip through the magazines. “What the hell is this? I went toe to toe with this dark suited bastard, hitting him with my lightsaber, we saw a mountain of rock fall on him, crushing and killing him. He was REAL in our world, but in this world his story is told.. in a magazine?” He flips through the Dark Crystal and finds Aughra, pointing excitedly at her picture…”I’ve met her, Travin too. What is this place? Do … do the stories in this world, the things that you write about suddenly appear in our world? What power! How does that work, are these stories and images made in any particular way, any spells cast over them to make them come true?” He is very excited, floored by the possibilities, he looks up at Travin and grabs his arm again, saying “Can we write in this world about Eternia returning to the way it was….. and it become true?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"I don't think it works like that..." Travin frowns, and looks to the Ghostbusters, "they are a story too... I don't... I can't... It's... It's like this world isn't real either. There's no escape anymore. No way out until the story ends." Travin buries his face in his hands and thinks, a dark frustration and anxiety in him, he shakes his leg and fidgets.
“Personal interest. Hole of rabbit. OUA!” He replies, then holds out his hand expectingly and a playful grin.
Once he has what he needs, he’ll accompany the busters to the location.
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
"You must been one of those foreigners." The Librarian says to Ralik. She points toward a door in the back of the room. "Go in there, to the left. All the archives will be in there, got it? Boy we got busy all of a sudden."
She gives Dageron's mafioso persona an assessing look with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? Fundamental knowledge huh? All the middle school books are over there." She says and points toward a row of bookshelves.
Going into the back of the library and then to the door on the left takes the Dawn Guard and Ghostbusters, at least those who want to look at archives, into the dark basement of the building. Venkman seems particularly displeased about this, as does Zeddemore, though when Venkman gripes to him about it, he does point out that Winston wasn't even here 'last time'.
"I don't need to have been here to know I don't want nothin' to do with that chick." Is Zeddemore's reply.
The basement is filled with file sorts, file boxes, shelves of newspapers, magazines, books, and archival information, as well as microfiche readers. The Ghostbusters get right to work digging into the microfiche boxes in the small filing drawers...
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Shavaris follows the group to the basement, glad that the lady behind the desk doesn't come with them.
"What chick are you talking about?" She asks Zeddemore.
Then as the ghostbusters get right to work, she looks at all the filing drawers in wonder, "Um, how can we help?"