166/Holtzbusters

Holtzbusters
Date of Scene:	26 April 2017
Location:	Ghostbusters Firehouse, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Jillian Holtzmann, Winifred Burkle, 159

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Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
6:15pm on a Wednesday. -- Ghostbusters Firehouse.

With the main bulk of the franchises employees spread out across the globe setting up additional locations for paranormal investigations and elminations, the NY Firehouse is a bit quiet these days. Home to only two current members of the team, Venkman and Holtzmann... They got along fairly well together too. Venkman learned not to put the moves on Holtz shortly after they'd met, and there-after they were pretty good at getting jobs done, if a bit snippy at one another here and there.

AS of right now, the Firehouse's lights are all on inside and the the sign outside says OPEN, but inside its all very quiet and there's no signs of life what so ever.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
A firehouse is not exactly where Winifred Burkle expected the address to lead her. However, the physicist approaches it much like she might an unknown vampire or demon. She knows from experience that they might not all be bad, but she is understandably wary. The OPEN sign gives her only a slight pause. The tall, waifs woman pushes gently on the bright red door and then pokes her head into the space in front of her. For the moment, she doesn't exactly bring her entire body inside. She knows the power of portals - doors included - and how stepping through one changes things. Instead, like the scientist she is, she studies the area about her for a few quick, but revealing, moments.

After a moment, she pushes the door open wider. "H-Hello?" She calls out, unsure of who or what might answer. This isn't exactly a normal place and her request is not exactly a normal one. The somewhat skittish scientist gingerly steps inside.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
It probably would be a bit unnerving to walk into a classic-styled Firehouse like this in the center of a busy burough of New York and find it seemingly 'dead inside'. It also might make it more unnerving considering this building has a history of being rather famous, especially after the movie hit the theater about fifteen years ago and was a pretty big box office success.

There was merchandising stuff all over the walls and spilling out of boxes near the lockers and not far from where 'the car' was parked. The infamous Ecto-1 sitting there. It looked a little different in reality, than its movie counterpart had... but it overall had the same flare and soul about it.

The receptionist desk laid several paces ahead of the car, and no one was at it, but the computer was on and it was playing a 10-hour loop of the Piano Cat video.

There came a sound from the stairwell leading into the basement, it was a loud metalic clang! And then the lights in the whole building flickered as power was fluctuating within the lightbulbs... but, they managed to stay on none-the-less.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
For many people, The Ghostbuster Headquarters would be iconic. For poor dimension displaced Fred, this is a new idea and one that she immediately felt akin toward. The physicist moves further into the building. First, she is caught by the piano cat video. It's both cute and fascinating. How could she not wish to see more?

After approaching the desk, she hears the loud clang and the fluctuating power. The younger woman stays for a moment, frozen almost like a deer in the headlights. "H-Hello??" She calls louder, trying to figure out what is going on.

However, then, something steels inside her. Clenching her hands into fists, she moves forward. She can tell where the noise came from and she charges forward. People may be in trouble! Her refrain is repeated. "Hello? Is everyone okay?!" She quickly starts to descend the stairs.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
The basement of the Firehouse was well-lit, so Fred had that to bolster her confidence. But once down there, she'd find that it was a mess of machinery and what would (at first) appear to be half-finished projects or the chamber of a mad scientist.

Of particular note was the giant red machine that lined the entire far-wall and seemed to be built into the wall itself. The machine was covered in dials and switches, monitoring screens and large, intimidating looking, levers.

"Woah woah woah!" Came a woman's voice to Fred's left, and raising up from behind a metal shelf of supplies was a young woman in her twenties with tall blonde hair and honey-yellow goggles covering her eyes.

"This area is off-limits, per city of New York regulae---" Once Holtzmann got a better look at Winifred though, she cut herself off and then stepped out from behind the shelves.

She was dressed in a Ghostbusters jumpsuit with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows and large gloves on her hands.

"I mean... Welcome, Miss! Would you care for a Unicorn Frappucino?" She motioned toward the machine that she was standing beside... and it appeared to be a strange looking coffee maker indeed.

She reached out, grabbed her own Frap cup and sipped on the straw of the brightly colored drink inside. "Mmmm! They're SO good!"

Winifred Burkle has posed:
There are quite a lot of things going on right now. Fred barrels down the stairwell at the flashing lights, feeling obligated to help out of her own sense of duty and as she does so, she realizes she may be out of her depth.

The voice calling out to her causes her to pause in her descent, foot hovering above the next step. She recognizes the jumpsuit and blinks a few times as she watches Jillian. "I'm--I heard--" she's not sure exactly what she can do in this situation, but she wants to help.

"Burkle," she interjects as to the Miss. "Fred. I'm just Fred." The ask about the Unicorn Frappucino is met with a few blinks is met with a few blinks. "Are they actually made of Unicorn?" It seems she doesn't know the latest Starbuck trends. "Not that I'm actually against that, of course. There are a lot of jerk unicorns, despite the stories about them. Those horns are deadly! They'll gore you should they think you not pure enough. I never actually tried to eat or drink one, but I bet they'd taste like blood and rainbows."

Realizing she's spoken for a little bit and that things are still happening, she blinks a few times and then sets her foot down steadily on the step in front of her. "I'm---I'm okay, that is. For a Frappacino. I had a coffee before I got here. Should you, uh, take care of that?" She asks of the noise.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Holtz stands there in her uniform, holding the brightly colored rainbowy drink up to her lips and sipping from it, eyes locked on Fred as the woman spoke. She just observed, listened and analyzed it all... And throughout it, she couldn't help but be reminded of Kevin... He'd left them a few weeks ago, he'd left a note saying that he was 'Going to Space. Be back later.' and never came back.

But Fred seemed to be of the same ilk? Very pretty, and asking about real unicorns in the drink.

"My god...." Holtz whispered. "I wish Erin and Abbey were here to see this. Another one has arrived, from the same planet."

Jillian would brush off her own comments, setting her drink down she'd spread her hands out and walk toward Fred. "Welcome, welcome to the Ghostbusters! I'll be your Captain for tonight's journey through our Wonderland of Haunts and Horro--" She cut herself off at the mention of 'taking care of that'.

"This?" Jill asked then, pulling a huge cart backward toward her, it was the source of all the noise. A big ghost trap, rattling around and clanking against the metal cart. "Don't mind that." She grinned at Fred, leaned toward her and said in a softer voice... "It has a Class Four Demonic Spirit inside it... Just ITCHING to get out."

She laughed and offered her right hand to Fred. "I'm Holtzmann, by the by."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
It's possible that Kevin and Fred came from the same outer space planet. However, as the woman looks up at Holtzmann and then at the traps an then back up at the woman in front of her, there are gears turning. The general emptiness in Kevin's intellect is not there in Fred. Instead, she is entranced by the cart and the ghost trap.

While Holtzmann and this place is incredibly interesting, the science calls to Fred. Shaking Jill's hand distractedly, she's already moving toward that cart. "You trapped a Demonic Spirit inside?" She asks, clearly impressed and also curious. Without asking, she circles the cart. Though she does not touch anything, she is intently studying it. "What did you use to bypass the interdimensional nature of demons?" She asks, voice and eyes intense as her nose is practically against the trap, thought still not touching it.

"This suggests that you have proven eternal inflation! What have you done to ensure that an immaterial being is trapped within this construct? Is it magic? Or did you actually find a way to create a stable pocket dimension?" Her words are rapid fire and incredibly awed.

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Holtzmann leaned on the cart's handle and she watched Fred move about the car to eyeball, almost directly, the trap. "Well..." She starts. "That there is a Muon Ghost Trap, designed by Doctor Egon Spangler almost twenty years ago. Its a... tried and true method of capturing spirits of all types, based on the research gathered by our properietary monitoring equipment."

Jillian could hear Peter's voice inside her head. 'Don't. share. our. secrets.'

"I... am the only person on Earth who managed to crack the design." She sounded very proud of herself and the grin on her lips would prove that she was.

"The trap is just used for transporting the Demonic spirit to the big daddy..." She nodded toward the huge red machine. "The Containment Unit."

Jillian would look then to Fred again. "Want to do the honors of transfering the McNasty into his final, final resting place?" She'd ask then, crouching down to pick the wiggling trap up off the cart, steam still resing from the doors on the top of the metal box.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
"Remarkable," Fred whispers as she watches the trap and then Holtzmann as she brings it forward toward the the transfer. This is all incredibly new to the woman and she is a curious person beyond all else. The fact that she can watch this is amazing to her and she does not wish to spoil it.

"That's incredible," she tells Jillian, admiration clear in her voice. "I have a working theory on portal projection into other dimensions, but it has yet to be field tested and is quite in its experimentary phase." And one she is not eager to test herself.

As she watches Jillian take the wiggling trap off the cart, she shakes her head. "I'd prefer to observe," she tells the other woman. Seeing how this all works and is put together is really worth the price of admission. She's totally forgotten the fact that she has yet to introduce herself. She is a random woman who cam running into the basement when the lights went off. "I want to see how it all works. That's---it's a bit easier when observing from the outside."

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
"A scientist after my own heart." Jillian said back to Fred with a big smile. She, still wearing her yellow goggles, looked up the stairs to make sure that Venkman wasn't coming (The last she'd seen him he'd said he was going to go take a nap for four years).

"Well, come with me then, madam." Holtzmann had been a popular member of the team amongst fans and visitors, because her 'stage presence' was higher up than most. It was on the same eager-to-entertain level as that of Ray's even.

"This particular nasty beasty, we fought until the wee hours of the night last night." She said whilst walking with the ghost trap toward the containment unit. She looked back at Fred. "He was occupying an abandoned Kenny Rogers Roasters down in Mutant Town!"

Holtz prepped the Containment Unit by flipping a couple levers causing the trap tray to extend outward from behind a large metal door.

"We got called in by the neighboring building's owner, he was tired of hearing the sounds of 'hellish chickens screaming' every night."

Jill loaded the trap into the tray and then slid it inside the Unit, closed the door... yanked on the levers again and the whole containment Unit whirled to life causing the lights in the building to fluctuate again!

Winifred Burkle has posed:
From her place, Fred follows Jillian. She can't help it, she's entranced by the science. "What did he do?!" She asks, unable to keep it to herself.

She watches as levers are switched and the trap is fed into the containment unit. Both hands raise up to her face and she jumps a little as she practically feels the energy after the building lights fluctuate.
"This. Is. Amazing." She can't hide her enthusiasm. "I came here to find out more, but, I want to work here. I am a physicist! I invented a box that decapitates people if your arms are cute off. I think this is just...tell me what I have to do to work here!"

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Jillian put her left elbow out and she leaned against the containment unit as it cleaned the trap out. She listened to Winifred's words and it made her tilt her head and stare at the girl's face, studying her. "You invented a decaptation box?" She asked, in a confused sounding voice. "I -have- to see that-- From afar."

Holtz would glance toward the steps out of the basement and then back at Fred. "Would you say that you're afraid of the parnormal?" She asked then. "Such as Demon Kenny here..." She patted the Containment Unit's side. "He was fighting us with all his hellish little heart last night, it was pretty terrifying stuff. But we got to look past that, ya know... to keep earning the big bucks." She flash another grin.

"We could use some help though, I won't sugar coat that." She point toward the staircase. "My co worker is getting old..." She whispered that part

Peter Venkman (159) has posed:
"Janiiiiiine?"

The doors to the Firehouse may or may not be open but they certainy are when the Reigning Champion of Franchising Paranormal Investigation Firms arrives in all of his splendor. Oh, by the way, for those that don't exactly know or understand just who this personage is. Let's put up one of those small GB Caption Cards underneath a quick freeze frame of the sexy manbeast striding into the firehouse, cigarette hanging off his lip and looking more like he wants some sleep than anything else.

Dr. Peter Venkman, Ghostbuster

Since 'charlatan' has been crossed off that Caption Card and the freeze frame is no longer evident, Venkman continues his movement towards the desk where his trusty secretary should be sitting. "Janine? Janine!" Venkman just stares at the desk for a long moment, completely ignoring or not even noticing anyone else that may be in this area at the moment. That has a lot to do with the fact that he's entirely focused on his own needs at this time. And any other time for that matter. When he doesn't get any New Yawkin' thrown back at him from anywhere else in the Firehouse, he puts a couple of numbers together and realizes something.

"Hey uh... did we start giving Janine breaks again or...?" Venkman turns around and leans against the desk, finally looking up past his cigarette towards the Ghostbuster and Other.

"This human or are you playing with Egon's robots again, Holtzmann?" Peter reaches out a finger towards Fred for some classic Poke The Arm Test action.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
"Yes, well, it's not quite automated, but I thought, 'if I were up against an enemy and my arms were chopped off, how would I fight back?' so I made a box that would help with that." Leaning forward, Fred says in a stage whisper, "It involves a tossed axe." Because how else would you deal with evil creatures in front of you?

As for being afraid of the paranormal, Fred opens and then closes her mouth. "Nope," she says after a moment. She's not afraid of the paranormal, so that's no lie. She's only afraid of a singular part that it involves: other dimensions.

As she's about to continue to respond, Venkman enters. She's seen him from the ads, she knows who he is. However, she glances between Jillian and the other Ghostbuster before she asks, quietly to try and determine the older co worker who is not as helpful, though it's possible he picks it up, "That's him?" There's a soured look. "I'm not a robot."

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Jillian was just grinning ear to eat, observing Fred and then Peter when he approached. "Murder boxes." She said with a nod of her head. "Thats badass." With a heavy exhale, Jillian let her arm drop from the Containment Unit's side and then pulled the now-empty-ghost-trap out of the door, then real sealed the Unit.

"Empty trap." She said, holding it up for Fred to stare for a moment. Then she dumped it in the box with the others beside the Con Unit.

"Janine took her kids to the doctors." Holtz told Peter. "Said she'd be back either tomorrow, or never." She grinned again.

Holtz would then nod to Fred. "Miss Pretty Eyes here is saying she's interested in a job here. Says she's a Physicist... So if that pans out, I'd say we could use a little more help around here, since everyone else is still gone."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
The compliment is received with a bit of a shy grin - Fred's not used to being complimented on her murder boxes. Most people tend to ask, 'why Fred?' or 'what is this doing out Fred?' or 'your murder box nearly killed me Fred, put it away!'

As the trap is held out for her to inspect, she does so - getting as close to the thing as she dares while her eyes quickly scan and assess what might make this trap tick. Pulling her glasses out from her bag, she slips them on, giving that nerd scientist look another nudge in the right direction, as she inspects it and even bends over as it arcs right into the box with the others. While polite before, she's intrigued now. Snagging one that didn't so recently have a ghost inside of it, she gently picks it up and starts to turn it this way and that.

"This little box would have to create some form of either pocket dimension or super condensed matter in order to ensure that an incorporeal being wouldn't be able to pass through it," she says with quite a bit of awe in her voice. "How did you manage it?" Lifting it up and down a few times, she adds, "I expected it to be heavier." She leans forward a bit and sniffs. "Does it smell a little like....jalapenos?" Her eyes light up. "Do you send them to a dimension of jalapenos?"

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Holtzmann watched Peter wander off toward the desk area where there was a tray loaded with Chinese Food cartons that he was eagerly inspecting, Holtz had ordered them shortly after they'd gotten back to the Station a couple hours ago.

When Fred inquired about the Jalapeno Dimension, Holtz looked back to her and let her little half-smirk fade into an emotionless stare. "You've discovered our secrets." She said in a cold and heartless voice. "Now I must put you into the Containment Unit too..." She waited a moment and then let her eyes go huge behind her yellow goggles.

A moment later and she was smiling again. "Nah, nah, the Jalapenos are me. I like burn out the toxins in my body with a lot of spicey food. 'Cleanse, Jillian, cleanse!' Thats what Abbs is always telling me."

With that said, Holtz walked past Fred toward a shelf not far away and picked up a device with a small digital readout screen attached to a long handle that looked a lot like a bike-grip. "This, baby here..." She offered it over toward Fred. "Its a Psychokinetic Energy reader. With the data that it collects, Doctor Spangler was able to determine the proper energy fields needed to be created to spread a Ghost's energy out into a containable pattern that is stored inside those traps. The energy we produce in the traps, is like 'glue' to the ghost's footprint on our reality."

Jillian would show a grin then. "Pretty sweet, huh?" She leaned toward Fred and whispered while pointing to Peter. "I'd say more... but the old one gets grumpy when I do."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
For a moment, Fred's eyes widen as Holtz's expression goes serious. Is there really a jalapeno dimension? Can she go there? Oh wait, secrets? Containment unit?! All these things flash before Fred's eyes before the other woman smiles again and lets her in on the joke. There are times when she simply does not know when someone else is joking. It's not out the realm of her possibilities that that was a thing.

"Oh! Ha!" Fred gives a smile and looks at the trap with an awkward expression. "Of course. Spicy food is good for you, or that's what I like to think." She pauses, weighing the trap in her hand for a few moments as she thinks. "People can't be trapped in these, right? Just ghosts?"

Gently, she places the trap back into the box where the others are located. Then, she takes the bike-grip reader with a curious expression. "Wow, that's remarkable. It can sense a particular signature of matter." The more she learns about this place, the more she is impressed. "It is! It's remarkable, amazing, even." This is basically her idea of nerd heaven. At the whispered point, she laughs. "Don't want to make him grumpy. He already doesn't think I'm real."

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Jillian shot a grin at Fred after she spoke of Peter not considering her to be real. "Don't let it get to you, Angelface. I'm pretty sure he thinks we're all Ghosts at this point." With that she spun around toward the far wall near the door to the sub-basement. "Come on!" She waved a hand at Fred to follow after her.

Holtz stpped next to a set of red metal lockers near the sub-basement door and she popped the doors open. Behind them were the two different models of Proton Packs mounted behind a metal fence. "These are the ones that'll really get your Science Boner going." She could tell that Fred would fit right in here with her and Egon and Ray, Abbey too. Maybe not the others... but... that was their problem.

Jill pointed at the larger pack on the right. "Spangler's original design. The Prime Pack. Modified over the past twenty years. Its what inspired me when I was a kid... got me into this field to begin with." She then pointed to the smaller pack. "My baby. The CMES Pack. Lighter, packs a -bit- less of a punch... but its easier to control and aim."

She then popped the metal fence open and pulled one of the small 'handguns' off the bottom of her CMES pack. "Slimmed the carbine-design down into twin proton throwers... These babys will de-stablize weaker Ghosts energy fields, meaning we don't even have to trap them. Not great for science purposes, but it can be pretty damn satisfying if one of them has been particularly annoying."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Keeping up with Holtz is something Fred didn't expect to have to handle. However, it's something she easily and happily does. The quirky energy of the other woman is something she finds somewhat relaxing and she eagerly follows the other woman to where the Science Boners will happen.

Seeing the Proton packs, Fred immediately blinks a few times. While she didn't mind picking up one of the traps, this she seems reluctant to touch on her own. Instead, through her glasses, she inspects - getting as close as she can without actually touching her nose to it. "I've seen these," she says softly. "Through the TV, of course, but the design is really something. Holding that much energy in such a small contained space and then to be able to release it in a controlled burst!" Her enthusiasm about the science advances this means makes her voice rise as she speaks.

"It's easy to open a floodgate, it's harder to control it," Fred observes as she straightens and pushes her glasses up her nose. "I imagine better aim while wielding something that could be considered nuclear is a plus." The handguns are studied with a blink. "They're Ghost Guns?"

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
Holtz would nod slowly and with great pride on that smiley face of hers as she watched Fred's reacdtion and listened to her words on it all. "Sort've." She said about them being Ghost Guns. "Though, these puppies will burn their way through most materials, people included." She glanced up toward the two packs then. "They're very dangerous equipment..."

She glanced over to make sure Peter was far enough away then looked back to Fred with a mischievous grin. "Basically, they function by using this.." She pointed at the circular metal container on the Prime Pack. "A miniature cyclotron to concentrate protons by channeling though a "positron collider" and then to the neutrona wand." She then pointed to the 'rifle' attached to the Prime Pack. "Which emits a way-fire positronic ionized stream of proton energy that polarizes with the negatively charged ectoplasmic entities, like stinky back there." She nodded back toward the Containment Unit where the poltergeist had been put. "The stream keeps them locked up, like ghost handcuffs!"

Holtz nodded some more, flashed another grin at Fred. "Best job ever. Am I right?" She held her right hand up for a high-five.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
"Anything is dangerous equipment!" Fred tells Holtz without thinking, eyes going toward the handguns and the proton pack. "I could stab a pen in your carotid arteries and you'd probably bleed out before you could extract the pen, 'cause of all the pain and the blood slicking on the pen. But, most people would be careful with it and make sure that'd never happen. Unless there was a threat, of course." She looks up to Holtz. "I'm sure it's the same way with those, right?"

Without missing a beat, she moves her attention back to the packs as Holtz is talking more about the science of these things. It's amazing and she can't help but be impressed. "And you had the funding for all this? Or did ya'll just cook it up in this firehouse? It's really amazing."

The hand is held up for a high-five and it takes Fred just a fraction of a moment to realize that she wants a high-five. Oh! Right! Those are a thing. A hand comes up and she hits Holtz's - a bit too weakly to be a good high-five, she's not used to that kind of interaction, really. "It sounds amazing. And you think I could do it? Or, that you'd have me here? Really?"

Jillian Holtzmann has posed:
The high-five was met with a silent-mimed 'Yeah!' with extra silent 'Woo!' so as to not yell in Fred's face. Holtz turned then to the Proton Pack locker and started to seal it up. "They're also Nuclear accelerators, licensed now though... so thats a plus!" She said that all non-chalantly while closing the box back up. "So we keep them in this giant Faraday Cage, when they're not being used."

She turned then to look at the fellow scientist in the glasses and she smiled at her after hearing the pen store. "Murder boxes... deadly useages of ballpoint pens... You've got a dark side don't you?" She was just a grinning machine now. "Thats okay. I respect that. I can understand it."

A lingering look then came from Jillian, but she broke it after a couple of seconds and then spun around to her left and started walking back toward the other side of the room, with a hop in her step!.

"Its all just experience, Science Girl!" She said aloud. "You sign on with us, you hunt some Ghosties... You get used to the gear, how it all works... and you'll soon find yourself right at home in a playground of madness." She plopped down in a rolly chair and kicked her booted feet up onto a toolbox.

"Oh, and to answer your question... we're gleefully funded by the United States government now. So... yay! 'Murica!"