66666 Flatbush Avenue
June 23, 1986
Monday Morning, 10:00 am
Part I:
The Adventure Begins
Our heroes have chosen their gear and loaded up the GhostMobile, in preparation for their first real assignment. With little to no idea what to expect, J.T. Roth has ensured a variety of items were loaded into the Ghostmobile. He and Kristopher took a few moments to verify that each Ghostbusters’ equipment was working properly. Then the crew packed themselves into the car, with Lou behind the wheel, and hit the road!
[spoiler]Final Results for equipment:
Kristopher: Proton Pack, Ecto-Visor, Spates Catalog of Nameless Horrors
Gerald: Proton Pack, Mobile Phone, Tobin’s Spirit Guide
Louis: Proton Pack, Ecto-Visor, Ghost Trap
Brian: Proton Pack, PKE Meter, Videocamera
Ghostmobile:
Ghost Trap (2)
Walkie-Talkies (2)
PKE Meter
Bullhorn
Alpine Gear
Scuba Gear
Parachute
Beach Kit[/spoiler]
Traffic is not heavy this morning, and Lou has little difficulty navigating his way across town to Flatbush Avenue. The neighborhood is predominantly lower middle-class, filled with tired apartment buildings and squished-looking row houses with concrete front lawns and in need of paint. Children of all races, colors, and states of cleanliness scamper about, riding bikes, playing catch, whacking each other with plastic ray-guns. They look real interested in the GhostMobile…
The closest available parking is several doors down from your destination; Lou pulls into a convenient spot near a broken parking meter and locks the doors as our heroes gear up. After a short walk, you arrive at 66666 Flatbush Avenue. This four-story building is much like the others in the neighborhood - an ugly brick box with all the charm of a state prison.
You notice three things as you approach:
- The much-defaced cornerstone says 1947.
- Loud, raucous laughter is coming from the building.
- All of the windows on the top floor have been boarded up… from the inside.
When you reach the attractive, institution-green front door, you see three doorbell-type buttons on a panel to the left. The bottom one is labelled Davidson - Super. The middle one is labelled LaCoque. The top one is labeled Pogoni. From the marks on the panel, there once was a fourth button above the others; it looks as if it has been removed… with a blunt instrument.
Sitting on the front steps of the building is a tall, skinny, homely man wearing taped-up eyeglasses. On his head is an old, colorless, beat-up ball cap with any logo it once held long since faded by time and weather. He wears a T-shirt with the formula for the area of a circle printed on it, blue jeans that are just a little too short for him in the leg, and an unfashionable pair of off-brand sneakers. He has both hands pressed over his ears, and doesn’t seem to notice your approach at first.
Hmm… that blue’s a bit much, I’m thinking? Kinda… look at this, and ONLY at this, isn’t it? Oh well. It’s an experiment, if it doesn’t work, I’ll stop doing it eventually.
Whatcha gonna do now, folks? 