[Egon Spengler]

Egon looked up from his work, his stomach growling lightly. He sighed. So, putting off the food was not a great idea. He’d have to remember that later on. Standing, he moved into the kitchen, grabbing his notes as he grabbed the door handle to the fridge and pulling it open, grabbing a leftover sandwich and sitting, looking around for a moment. Where was everyone?

Jazz had been puking all night…and if he remembered correctly, Ray had told him he was going to lay and take a nap with her to help her sleep. Grunting lightly, he refocused on his notes. He was going to insist that girl go to the doctor the next day…

He looked up, and held up his notes. Paranormal activity had spiked…it was almost as if…nah. They had killed him. But, the mood slime was back. That much was certain. Munching, he moved to the rail to the lower floor, and called out.

“Liz! Can you give me a hand? I need someone to look at these notes…” he said loudly, waiting to see where the other science whiz was. Ray and Jazz were the Mechanics, He and Liz did the science, and Peter was the street smarts and the PR guy.

[Liz Holten]

Liz looked up from her book as she heard Egon. She placed it down after marking her page. "I'll be right there." Snatching up a handful of books she rushed up to see him. Dropping the books down on the desk, she took a deep breath in and out. "Damn these books are heavy. Don't ask why, I'm bringing them up. I was doing research." She adjusted her black tank top.

She slipped on her black framed glasses as she picked up the book she was once reading and placed it opened with the page she was reading about history of very active spiritual entities. "So Professor Egon. Do you have theories on what could be causing this sudden increase?" She sat in a chair and crossed her legs, one over the other.

[Egon Spengler]

As soon as she was up, he had handed her the notes, and helped her with the books. At the title she had given him, he flushed a bit, and waved his hand. “Liz…I’ve told you, you work here now. You don’t have to call me ‘Professor’ anymore.” he said, as he offered her the uneaten half of his sandwich.

As she asked about the activity, he shook his head. “I have no clue. I would like to get a sample of the slime that has been reappearing in the city…It’s very similar to an old case of ours.” he said, handing her the notes on the Vigo incident. “As you can see, we destroyed Vigo. But the slime is reappearing. It’s likely something else, but, I want to be sure…”

[Liz Holten]

Liz looked down at his notes. "I don't know. I've been doing some research. Maybe this slime is just ghost ectoplasm. The only out come I have discovered is that the earth's magnetic field is causing the increase of of activity. This is only a hypothesis. I don't have evidence on it and I maybe wrong. This is just so weird." She put the notes down.

"Has Ray or the others found anything else in the field?" She crossed her arms over her chest. Then she shook her head and let out a sigh. "I can't believe we haven't figured this out yet. There has to be something. " She leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees. "It would really be terrible if it's right in front of our nose. Profess.. I mean Egon, ..." She leaned back. "Never mind." She looked at her books then looked away as she got lost in her own thoughts, trying piece everything together.

[Egon Spengler]

He shook his head lightly, as she asked about Ray. “He was with me when we first found the slime, however, I don’t want to disturb him and Jazz if I can help it. She’s been vomiting every night the last week or so, and from what I’ve observed, she rests better if he curls up with her, hence…” he said, gesturing to the closed door to the men’s dorms.

He leaned back in the chair, and looked thoughtfully. “Magnetic fields…it’s an interesting theory. I’d like to test it out. Meet me downstairs by the Ecto-1. Grab your PKE meter and the electro-magnetic detector, I’ll get the containment supplies. The last time Ray and I found the stuff, it was at the library. We’ll check it out there.” he said, and stood, patting her shoulder as he went to the lab, grabbed his things, and waited by the Ecto-1.

[Liz Holten]

Liz frowned remembering hearing Jazz nothing but throwing up lately. She sighed looking over to the door to the guys sleeping quarters. "Poor Jazz." She said softly. She rose from the seat and headed down to gather her stuff. She grabbed what she could plus a couple of extra things... just in case.

She rushed on down to the Ecto-1 and looked around for Egon. "Okay. I have everything." She was right now in a pair of ratty jeans and a teeshirt. Her suit was still in the wash from one other bust a couple of days ago. She had forgotten to wash it. "Okay our destination is the Library... What exactly did you contain there? I wasn't there for the information." She asked loudly, hopefully she wasn't talking to herself.

[Egon Spengler]

Egon looked up as she got there, he was in his suit, but only because he didn’t want to ruin his dress pants and shirt that he normally wore. He had pulled off his dress shirt, and was pulling on a black Tee when she came down. He swiftly pulled it down over his chest, and left the sleeves of the uniform suit hanging down. “Ok. Well, Ray and I didn’t collect anything when we found it. We were curious if it was recurring or not. Now that it is…well, I want a sample.” he said, before opening the door of the Ecto-1 and hopping in, leaning over and letting her in, trying to be a bit gentlemanly.

He started the car as soon as she was in, and backed out of the open garage doors. He headed down the street, and turned to glance at her as he drove. He cleared his throat, and smiled a bit, very lightly. “So, you ARE liking it so far, correct?” he asked, as he glanced while driving.

[Liz Holten]

Liz nodded as she said they hadn't gotten any containment. That was odd. They normally do. As they backed out and drove away, Liz crossed her legs as she was examining her PKE meter to make sure it was functioning correctly. Looking to him, she nodded and smiled. "Of course, Egon. I'm enjoying this very much."

She placed the device in her lap as she watched the road. "I didn't think you'd ask me to join you guys. Plus I didn't think I'd ever be able to your my knowledge on the paranormal and ghosts." Tilting her head she looked at him.

[Egon Spengler]

He nodded. “Paranormal research and experimentation, as well as the knowledge of containment and proper capture of the phantasms, is definitely a subject that you won’t use in most places in the workfield. It’s the main reason I decided to have my students be the first to be offered positions on the team, once we began hiring again.” He said, as he drove.

He grinned, “Besides, I think Jazz was thrilled when you came to work here. She had been mentioning needing more estrogen in the firehouse. I believe the quote was, ‘I love you guys, but the raging testosterone is killing me. Get a chick in here to work!’.” He said, chuckling softly as he remembered that.

Jazz had half tossed herself in a hug at the new girl too, grinning as she helped show her around, and after some conversation, Jazz had explained that Ray was her man, Peter was a whore, and that Egon, much to his embarrassment, was a free man who needed a woman.

[Liz Holten]

Liz laughed at the quote. "Oh wow! Yes that sounds just like her! Yeah.. She was thrilled by it. It was sad when Peter came on to me..." She shook her head. "I felt ... less bad about it." She switched legs. "It's been very interesting though. I never thought I'd be able to see the famous Ghost Professor doing his hobby." She smirked. "But of course you have helped save the world from powerful beings, but some still think it's a stupid job.... but someone has to do it right?" She tilted her head.

She then chuckled as she got lost in thought. "Jazz is still my girl though. I can't believe she's sick." Shaking her head. She looked down at her hands. "I hope it's nothing serious."

Looking back at the road, she looked at everyone and everything that they passed. She was glad that Egon wanted to come along with him. Her cheeks started to tint up as she looked out the window to see Egon in the reflection.

[Egon Spengler]

He nodded, raising one finger into the air as he spoke, to emphasize his point. “Let’s put it this way. They can say what they will…however, had we not stopped Gozer, and Vigo, then no one could say anything. So, they don’t bother me too much anymore.” He said, smirking lightly.

He enjoyed these conversations with Liz, she was smart, funny, and very kind, much like himself. However, he doubted greatly that she was anything like Jazz in the ‘I know you’re technically over 60 years old but I don’t care, I love ya anyhow’ department.

He nodded at the sentiment towards the female mechanic. “As do I, Ray would be devastated I think if it was. I’m making the girl see a doctor if she continues tonight…disliking doctors my epididymus…she just wants to ride it out, and it’s not healthy.” He said, as his eyes went over to Liz…

He flushed again as he pulled up, and stopped the car. “Ok, shall we?” he asked, as he got out to look in the alley outside the library. Sure enough, there was a pool of slime that was slowly forming in a crack. He knelt down, and looked at it, before looking up at Liz.

“Don’t touch it barehanded…Last time Ray and I used this stuff, it had the potential to make people turn destructive with rage…” he said, cautioning her.

[Liz Holten]

Hopping out, she placed a flash light in her back pocket. "Ew.. is that.. that slime you were talking about?" She looked down at it. "Wow. I can't believe you guys ... were reckless enough to touch something that gross without knowing what it was." She then smirked as she teased. "Ahh oh well. Let's see where this stuff is coming from..." She pulled out her PKE and her magnetic detector.

So far she hadn't gotten any kind of reading, but right now she was outside and not inside the building. "I have nothing so far. Should we go in and find out if there is anything?" She asked him with one hand on her hip.

[Egon Spengler]

He looked up, his eyes actually wide with a bit of innocence. “Well, we really needed to see what this stuff could do. So, voila. We took the plunge and worked with it… Ray got the easy way out…I’m sure Peter told you about the experiment I had to perform on it…” he said, referencing the experiments that had to do with sexual energy and the mood slime.

“Besides, this stuff made Lady Liberty herself walk down the street. I have no issues with working with it…I was simply concerned.” He said, the ‘for you’ not leaving his mouth, but, one could probably sense it.

He nodded at her suggestion, taking a jar and letting some of the slime work it’s way into the jar, and he stood as he capped it. “Let’s go on and scan. If we find something, we’ll simply ask them to leave…” he said, as he let her lead.

[Liz Holten]

Liz nodded to him but was looking at him oddly as he said concerned. For a moment there it seemed he was going to say something. Nodding she walked forward to the door. Her hips swaying and her body moving with the confidence she needed to stay sane when dealing with ghosts, ghouls, and demons OH MY!

Liz grabbed the handle and opened the door. Looking around, she wanted to see if someone was around. Of course the library lady was. "There isn't much people in here. So I think we are good." She walked all they in and turned to Egon. Her smile was sweet as her hands folded behind her back.

[Egon Spengler]

He nodded, relief on his face. Good, that meant they could work in peace and quiet. He averted his eyes so as not to stare as she walked, her hips moving confidently… She had the most innocent smile on her face…he was sure he was red now.

He followed her as he motioned for her to begin scanning, shoving the jar-o’-slime in his back pocket and pulling out his PKE meter, sweeping it around the room. He wasn’t sure about Electro-magnetic energy, but he was getting a huge PKE reading…and it was coming from the floor.

Same as before. The sewers and old Pneumatic transit system flowed under this building… He had to be sure though, so, he’d have to call the museum director. He had to know about that painting. He looked thoughtful, his mind processing and working things out, and it was apparent on his face.