Ghostbusters of the Fatal Frame
Disclaimer and Author's Notes: I do not own the Real Ghostbusters or the videogame Fatal Frame. They are properties of their respective creators. I make no money from this fic. The characters from the Department of Homeland Security including Agents Bill Lumberg and Diego Serrone and his partner Diefenbaker are my creations. Any discrepancies in canon are due to not having seen the series since 1991 and gaining most of my information for Fatal Frame from wikipedia articles and the site Beyond the Camera Lens. Miku and Mafayu Hinasaki, as well as Junsei Takamine, Koji Ogata, and Tomoe Hirasaka are all property of Tecmo.
For fans of my other works in other categories, fear not I'm still working on them.
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"Janine, what the hell is going on here?" Peter Venkman asked as he stood in the doorway of the lobby of the old firehouse that served as their headquarters, "Who are these guys?"
Literally two minutes after the team had spent all night chasing and trapping a ghost out of an old church in Chinatown they had walked in just in time to see two men in civilian clothes that had 'Feds' written all over them. The first was a tall, skinny Caucasian fellow with salt and pepper hair wearing thick glasses, gray slacks, and a pink and white shirt and tie. The other fellow was younger than the first, and shorter with a lean athletic build and dressed a bit more casually, wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a white Barcelona soccer jersey. He was white like the first man, but his close cropped black hair and the slant to his eyes hinted at having some Asiatic heritage. Beside him was a shepherd type dog with bright blue eyes with a harness that had the words Police K-9 stenciled in white on it.
"Agent Bill Lumberg, Department of Homeland Security." The bespectacled man said, with a monotone, "And please make no remarks about my name. That would be great. Thanks."
The other man let out a half snorted laugh. "This gentleman is Agent Diego Serrone, US Border Patrol." Lumberg said, "And his...partner, Diefenbaker."
"OK," Peter asked, "Now here's the sixty-four dollar question, why are you guys here?"
"Peter," Janine began, "They want our help."
"Yes, thank you Miss Melnitz." Lumberg replied, "I am told your organization specializes in paranormal phenomenon, and we do have a case on our books that might require your unique talents."
"And what is that?" Pete asked.
"The information is in the file with your secretary." Lumberg said, "Agent Serrone will accompany you on your case."
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Peter said, "Your putting this guy with us? No way."
"Dr. Venkman, I suggest you adopt a more humble attitude." Lumberg began, "You can refuse this operation if you'd like, but there might be some more consequences you might not like."
"Such as?" Ray asked.
"Investigations into your finances, practices, possible lawsuits and government sanctions..." Lumberg replied.
"Listen buddy," Peter replied, "We don't take kindly to threats, and is that even legal..."
"With recent events my superiors are wanting to place observers with every organization not outside our aegis." Lumberg replied.
Ray interjected, "What would Agent Serrone's capacity be."
"He will be an observer for this case we would like you to help us with." Lumberg replied.
"And what are his qualifications?" Egon intervened.
"He spent almost the past five years in the US Border Patrol, much of it involved in Tactical Law Enforcement or Search and Rescue work." Janine replied, perusing his file, "Beforehand he spent five years in the United States Navy. He also has nearly three years of involvement with a local Search and Rescue unit near his station in Arizona."
"And what about the mutt?" Peter began.
"I don't go without this 'mutt', as you call it, Doctor Venkman." Diego replied, "He's half my team."
"What is he?" Ray asked, "I'm guessing part Siberian Husky and..."
"Part German Shepherd, near as I can tell." Diego replied.
"I don't know how rescue work in the Arizona desert and chasing illegal immigrants around compares to what we do." Egon replied.
"Have you ever tried it." Diego replied, "Deserts aren't any joke. Any number of things can kill you out there. Heat stroke, sun stroke, scorpions, poisonous snakes, frozen nights, hypothermia. And if God forbid Narco Traffickers happen to be around..."
"I believe Agent Serrone is attempting to say courage is required in his line of work." Lumberg replied.
"So what is this case?" Egon asked.
"It involves a student at New York University named Miku Hinasaki." Lumberg replied, "Supposedly she claims she has developed a sixth sense, the ability to see and perceive the dead. Recently she has been claiming to see ghosts of dead relations..."
"What do you want us do?" Peter asked.
"Investigate into Ms. Hinasaki's claims." Lumberg said.
"And then what?" Peter asked.
"I will send you further instructions as conditions warrant." Lumberg replied, leaving a business card on Janine's desk and walking out.
"So we're basically between a rock and a hard place right now." Egon said.
"So, are you settled in?" Ray asked Diego.
"My stuff's out back, in my truck." Diego replied, "But for now I'm alright."
Diefenbaker barked at that moment, Diego began, "If you'll excuse me, it's been a long drive from Arizona, my dog could use a walk."
"The Federal Government's taken an interest in us, great." Winston replied.
"I wonder why, after the years we've been operating." Ray asked, "And we have performed more than a
few public services."
"I don't know much about why, even with Lumberg's little 'proposal', but I don't like it." Egon replied, "Or
this Serrone fellow as an observer."
"I know you're not a big fan of all this, Egon." Janine replied, "But we don't want too much more government interest than what we've already generated."
"So when are we getting started?" Ray asked.
"We'll head over to the campus and see what we can find after lunch and a quick rest." Peter replied, with a yawn, "It was a long night's work."
"I'm going on my lunch break, call my cell if you need me." Janine asked.
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Janine sat down on top of a blanket she spread out on the grass, near the pond in Central Park. She started to unwrap the tuna salad sandwich in her bag when she heard a couple yowls and barks and Diego shouting, "Dief, leave it! Leave it!"
Running around the bend in the path was Diego, chasing his K-9 partner. Diefenbaker was running down the path with a sandwich held between his jaws. "Bad dog! Bad dog!" Diego shouted as Diefenbaker stopped and wolfed the sandwich down.
"I thought K-9 handlers were supposed to be able to control their partners." Janine observed with a wry grin.
"Yep, that is the case." Diego replied, "When he's working he's got no issues, when he's off-duty he becomes a true chow hound..."
"Roo woo..."
"That's enough you." Diego replied, "You've already eaten my lunch. You wouldn't happen to know anywhere I could find something to eat, would you?"
"Sure." Janine replied, "I know a small deli near the edge of the Park."
"Lead the way." Diego replied and whistled. Diefenbaker took up a heel beside his master, trotting alongside as Diego attached his lead.
"So let me ask you something, Mr. Serrone..." Janine began.
"Just call me Diego."
"OK, Diego. Why did you choose this line of work?" Janine asked.
"You mean Border Patrol?" Diego asked.
"Yes." Janine asked.
"It was shortly after I got out of the Navy." Diego replied, "I was looking for work when September 11th
came about. I thought of about going back into the military for a while, but after I read a newspaper article
about the state of our borders, I decided to give Border Patrol a shot and I've been in the Southwest ever since."
"So you decided to chase illegal immigrants around?" Janine asked as they walked over to the deli, "Are those the bad guys you hoped to stop coming in?"
"They're not the bad guys. Lord knows, I understand their motives of wanting to come into this country." Diego replied, "But it's the guys who smuggle them in, the coyotes, those are the bad guys. Life is cheap for that group of scum..."
"What made you decide to go into search and rescue?" Janine asked.
"I remember one patrol when I was in the San Diego Sector, I found the body of a sixty year old man in the middle of the desert. He couldn't keep up with the group and they just left his ass out there." Diego replied, solemnly, "And he wasn't the only one. At least three more times I'd happen upon dying or dead migrants just abandoned out there by the traffickers. I decided I wanted to find these guys alive, at a point where they could be saved."
"So what about you, what's your story?" Diego asked, "What makes the secretary for a paranormal 'pest control organization' tick?"
Janine shot him a look. "Sorry, that's how you guys were described in the briefings I got." Diego replied.
"First of all, after working with these guys for seven years I'm pretty close to them." Janine replied, unsure quite how much to this federal agent knew, "And second of all I just love my job..."
"If your worried about this investigation Ms. Melnitz, I wouldn't be." Diego replied, "I'm not a fanatic intent on shutting you guys down. I think that the scientific research you guys conduct is legitimate even if I honestly don't think that ghosts exist."
"First you insist on me calling you Diego, but you call me Ms. Melnitz. Maybe you could return the favor and call me Janine." Janine replied.
"Sorry." Diego replied, "Janine. Anyway, I think your organization is a legitimate scientific company, even if it is trying to prove the impossible."
"Impossible?" Janine replied.
"Look, I'm a quarter Vietnamese on my mother's side, my maternal grandparents used to fill my ears with
all sorts of animist stories. About half of them contained references to pratas." Diego replied, "But that's all
they were, stories told to explain phenomenon they couldn't understand."
"Pratas?" Janine asked.
"Vengeful ghosts." Diego replied, "Or something like that."
"Believe me, Diego, there is nothing impossible about the paranormal. Dr. Spengler, Dr. Venkmen and Dr.
Stantz have written papers at length describing them." Janine replied.
"I don't believe I'm familiar with their work." Diego replied.
"Don't you remember any of those ghost stories that your grandparents told?" Janine asked.
"I remember that pratas supposedly haunt sites all over Vietnam." Diego replied.
"Don't you think its conceivable that these stories might have some basis in fact?" Janine asked.
"No." Diego replied, "In the times I've visited Vietnam as a boy and as a young man I can't say that I've seen, heard or felt the presence of a prata or any of a half dozen different Vietnamese spirits."
"Well, if you're going to be hanging around us for long," Janine began, "be prepared to be shocked into believing."
Diego shrugged as their order arrived and the two began to eat their respective meals.
"So does the other three-quarters of your heritage have any ghost stories?" Janine asked.
"There are a few from the French side of my mother's family." Diego replied, "And in Argentina where my father's originally from the only ghost stories really come from the Tierra del Fuego or other remote areas. Most Argentines are cosmopolitan, practical city people."
Diego paid the check when it came. "Thank you for lunch, it was a most interesting conversation." Diego replied.
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Shortly after her lunchtime discussion with Diego, Janine headed back to the firehouse with the federal agent in tow. The Ghostbusters had already rested somewhat and gotten something to snack on. Ray was already loading the proton packs and ghost traps into Ecto-1, Winston was checking the car's oil and Peter was calibrating the PKE meter.
"So are you ready to go, Dr. Venkman?" Diego asked.
"Yeah." Peter replied, "So are you tagging along or are you bugging our gear?"
"I believe I'll follow along. Perhaps this case of yours may have a perfectly logical explanation. What I can't
see, hear or feel I'm almost positive that Diefenbaker can see, hear, feel, or smell." Diego replied as he and the others piled into the back seat of the car, while Janine went back to her desk.
"It's OK Slimer you can come out now." Janine began as the car left the garage.
Slimer came out of his hiding place. The refrigerator. Janine quipped, "I should have known that's where you'd go. You're lucky neither Agent Lumberg or Diego wasn't hungry."
Slimer gave Janine a quizzical look. "Slimer, he just asked that we call him Diego. He's actually sounds like a half decent fellow."
Slimer made a reply and Janine replied, "Slimer, first of all, I just met the guy. Second of all he's not really my type."
"Egon..." Slimer began.
At Janine's silence Slimer nodded. Janine let out a slight sigh, Of all things. First we get Federal Agents trying to poke around our business and then I get psychoanalyzed by a green gluttonous ghost.
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The team reached the NYU campus after a couple sudden encounters with heavy traffic. The team entered the dormitory where Diego's files said that Miku Hinasaki lived. Peter knocked on the door and the door opened.
Standing in the doorway was a slender framed young woman of Japanese descent, about nineteen years old, standing just over 5'5".
"Miku Hinasaki?" Diego asked.
"Yes." The woman replied, noticing that five men and a police dog were outside her room asked, "What's
this about?"
Peter shot Diego a look that said, "Let me handle this."
Diego nodded as he both felt and saw Diefenbaker give the usual warning of something amiss. He didn't growl, but his back arched and the fur on the back of his neck stood on end. Diego instinctively let his hand hover over his concealed Beretta 96D sidearm.
Egon began to scan around the apartment with the PKE Meter. There was a positive reading, very faint, but a positive nonetheless.
Miku glanced from face to face. Clearly these men were scientists, possibly government scientists, judging from the fact that one of them had a police dog with him. The one with the glasses and the strange looking scanning device must be able to see what she saw.
"Is there something wrong?" Peter asked Miku, noticing she was staring at a picture on the counter top, it was a picture of her, standing beside a slender, taller young man of Japanese descent.
"Boyfriend of yours?" Peter asked.
"No." Miku replied, "He's my brother, Mafayu."
Before Peter could ask another question, Miku began, "I wonder how long it's been since my brother and I started to see things other people can't see?"
"Peter, there's something here." Egon whispered. Ray prepared to reach for a ghost trap as Winston reached for his proton gun, keeping his eyes out for the signs of some poltergeist...
"No." Miku began, "Please, the spirit isn't evil..."
"OK then, what does it want?" Peter asked.
Miku replied, "She's warning me to stay away from the Himuro Manor, as she's always done to me and Mafayu."
"Himuro Manor?" Peter asked.
"It's a manor a few miles from Tokyo..." Miku began.
"That shouldn't be a problem." Peter replied, "After all, Tokyo's a few thousand miles away from New York and..."
"That's the problem. Mafayu has returned to Japan to study under Junsei Takamine, a famous novelist from Tokyo. Takamine-San left Tokyo with his editor Koji Ogata and a friend Tomoe Hirasaka to research a novel inspired by ancient events around the Himuro Manor. Mafayu left me a message saying he would be looking for them and he'd check back in a day or so." Miku began, "I haven't heard from my brother for nearly nine days."
"What else does the ghost say?" Peter replied.
"My mother fears for Mafayu's safety." Miku said, sadly.
"What does she fear, exactly?" Peter asked.
"She won't say, but she says he's in terrible danger. I must fly to Japan," Miku said, breaking out a credit card and heading towards her cellphone, plugged into a wall charger, "I must find him."
"Let's not be too hasty." Peter said, "Especially if this Himuro Manor is supposedly haunted."
"We can't solve this problem here, obviously." Winston said, "We're going to have to head to Japan to figure this all out..."
"I'll see what my superiors have to say." Diego replied, punching in a number on his cell phone. "Damn, got Lumberg's voice mail."
"If you can, come with us to our office." Peter said, "I think we can work something out, and maybe Janine can get us some discount tickets."
Miku nodded, "You'll help me?"
"Look, Miku," Ray interjected, "If there's ghosts involved we're definitely helping you out. That's our mission."
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Hours later, at the Ghostbusters' firehouse Janine punched away at the keys on her computer keyboard, seeing if she could take care of tickets.
"Hey Diego," Peter asked, "Do you think you could see if the government would cover our expenses."
Diego cupped his hand over his cell phone's mouthpiece, "The way Lumberg sounds, very likely no."
"Look, Bill, we can't solve the matter here in New York." Diego replied, "What do you mean that's not negotiable...Damn it Bill, the situation has changed, another life is in jeopardy."
Diego cupped the phone mouthpiece again, "Make that a hell no Dr. Venkman."
"Look, Bill, that is our problem, or going to be. I already said they can't solve the problem here. We're
going to have to investigate this Himuro Manor and..." Diego replied, "Carajo."
Egon shot Diego a look, "Watch your language."
"You speak Vietnamese, Egon?" Peter asked.
"That was Spanish, moron." Diego replied, "I'm half Argentinian."
"Either way, watch your mouth. There are ladies around here." Egon replied.
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish, Egon." Janine replied.
"I don't. My neighbors are Puerto Rican, and when they have arguments I've heard that word thrown around, and judging by their reactions I guessed it had to be a profanity."
"Bill..." Diego grumbled and then hung the phone up, "God damn it!"
"Well, now what? Are we just supposed to leave you behind..." Egon replied, hoping that was the case.
"The hell you are." Diego replied.
"Diego, will you watch your language, there are ladies present." Egon replied.
"Guys, I've got a flight to Japan booked, they're open for six people." Janine replied.
"Hmm, I'm supposed to be an observer for you guys and if you guys happen to have to fly to Japan, I guess I should happen to be along for the ride." Diego replied.
"Not so lucky ridding ourselves of pests are we." Egon replied.
Diego shot him a dirty look, "Define pest."
"Synonymous with the term parasite, something that clings to a host either serving no purpose at all or leeching life away." Egon replied.
"If you've got something to say, say it." Diego growled.
"I already have." Egon replied, "I don't think that its feasibly possible to guard a long stretch of border..."
"Alright, so now we're off insulting my line of work, huh." Diego replied, "Why don't we go outside and settle this the old fashioned way?"
"How infantile." Egon replied.
"Look in the mirror, Mr. Snide Commentator." Diego snapped back.
"Almost a whole day of flying with Egon and Diego stuck in the same place, we may be ghosts by the time we reach Japan." Ray groaned.
"Guys, we only have room on the flight for six people, we're going to have to leave someone behind." Janine interjected from her desk, "And I don't think we want to leave Diego around here by himself so he can poke around the labs."
"That means five, because our government agent friend's gotta tag along." Peter replied, "Or we get Homeland Security all nice and pissed off at us."
"Miku's obviously got to go." Janine replied, "So we can only take four other people other than Diego and Miku."
"Janine," Ray said, "We'll need you to go."
"Why me?" Janine replied.
"Easy, Miku seems most comfortable with you." Ray replied, "I mean she's been staying around you the entire time she's been in this building."
"We also need someone who's good with the Containment unit." Winston replied, "And we can't really leave Egon behind, he's the best we have as far as equipment goes."
"And you're our best shot as far as proton guns go, so if we do mix it up with whatever haunts the Himuro Manor, we'll need you along." Peter replied.
"Ray, you'd be the best candidate to leave behind." Peter replied, "Next to Egon you're the most familiar with the containment unit."
"Alright." Ray replied.
Janine began to fill out all the required fields for their order. "We leave tonight for Tokyo." Peter replied after Janine printed the itinerary.
"And I'll go get Dief's crate from my truck." Diego replied, as he walked out back behind the building.
"Wait, the flea factory gets to go but I don't?" Ray protested.
"Unless you're willing to ride in a dog crate on the way over to Japan we can't take you, Ray." Peter replied, though he seemed less than willing to have a government agent and his K-9 partner along for the ride for the job, "Would you rather have Mr. Fed around here by himself screwing around with God knows what."
"He probably wouldn't know where to begin." Egon began.
"Shut up old man before I break your hip." Diego snapped.
"This is going to be a long flight, isn't it?" Winston groaned.
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Hours later the team was in the air, flying from JFK International Airport to LAX, where they would wait a few hours before taking off and heading for Tokyo.
"Ouch!" Janine exclaimed as another beverage cart whacked her in the arm.
"Here," Diego said, from her right side, "Take my seat. That's about the third time that's happened to you."
"Are you sure?" Janine asked.
"Go ahead." Diego replied as he stood up and switched seats with Janine.
"Wow, I didn't know coyotes were capable of good manners." Egon said. Bastard. And Janine's getting friendly with this guy?
"You're lucky you're too far away for my fist to connect with your jaw." Diego replied.
"Diego! Egon! Kill each other later!" Winston groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You two are going to give me a heart attack before the end of this flight before I know it."
Eighteen more hours of this? I'll probably go crazy and kill them both before this flight is over if they keep this up. Winston thought.
"My offer for a standard border town ass kicking still stands." Diego replied frostily to Egon, "Just try insulting my line of work again."
Thankfully Janine and Winston were sitting between Egon and Diego in the aisle seat to prevent a physical confrontation between the two.
"Egon, try to be more civil. I'm not that happy that the government's poking around in our business either." Janine replied, "But don't take it out on Diego, he's actually not a bad person, he's just doing his job."
Before Diego could grin triumphantly, Janine whirled on him, "And you, mister, don't have to be so quick tempered about everything. So for goodness sake, and not to mention the sake of Winston's sanity, try to avoid killing each other during this flight."
Diego nodded sagely before tucking himself back into the book he had been reading.
"Peter," Winston said as he glanced over to the window seat, "I don't want to ask, but I will, what are you doing?"
Peter was currently thanking the flight attendant as she put a bottle of Ichibin beer onto his folding table. He was wearing the headset to watch the in flight movie. "I'm calculating the effects of a bottle, or maybe a few bottles, of Ichibin beer at thirty thousand feet."
"Peter, we're on the clock here." Winston said, "This is no time for getting drunk."
"Why not, we've got a few hours and besides the in flight movie is perfect for drinking. Beerfest is playing." Peter replied.
"Remind me to kill the bastards who created Broken Lizard productions." Winston grumbled to Janine, "Slowly and painfully."
"I'll pencil it in next to your appointment for killing both Diego and Egon." Janine replied with barely a hint of sarcasm.
Diego slid of the rather weathered brown A-2 flight jacket he was wearing and bunched it up at his side. Janine happened to see a shark tattooed inside Diego's right forearm. "I didn't know you see that many sharks in the Sonoran Desert." she remarked.
"No. I got this one when I was in the Navy. I used to be a Search and Rescue Swimmer, and strangely enough every time I got into our small boat we'd see a shark. The guys used to say that I always attracted sharks so I got this tattoo in response." Diego replied.
Peter began to drink the beer as he watched the movie. "Whoa, this Japanese beer is strong." Peter replied.
"I will not kill him. I will not kill him. I will not kill him." Winston groaned repeatedly as he switched seats with Miku to ride herd on Peter.
As the flight continued Janine turned to Miku and asked, "Where did you grow up?"
"Mafayu and I were born in Japan, just outside Tokyo until our father decided to move us to the United States. We settled in San Francisco." Miku replied.
"So what happened to your parents?" Janine asked, "If you don't mind me asking."
Miku's eyes took on a sad cast, "My father was an archaeologist, and he was overseas a lot. One day he just failed to return from a dig. Mother became increasingly depressed, she couldn't take it anymore and she finally hanged herself in our small garden. I found her shortly after."
"I'm so sorry." Janine replied.
"You didn't know. It was so long ago." Miku replied, "Since then Mafayu has always looked after me. He is all I really have in the world."
"Miku, we'll find him, safe and sound." Janine replied.
"I have a feeling that something terrible has happened. Something very powerful. A great darkness..." Miku replied.
"I'm not going to tell you not to worry, but I will tell you that despite the guys'...eccentric behavior they'll do everything they can to find and help Mafayu. I can't say as much for Diego, because I haven't worked with him..." Janine continued.
"I've never given up a rescue in my life." Diego replied.
"How many people have you saved?" Miku asked.
Diego replied, "That number isn't important. Search and Rescue isn't a numbers game, it isn't about splattering your name all over the headlines. Hell most of the guys in my unit wouldn't want the press attention anyway."
"It's a fair question Diego," Janine said, "Why are you avoiding it?"
Diego regarded Janine for a moment before his voice and his demeanor turned cold, "It isn't the ones you save that really stay with you, it's the ones you failed to save. It's the one who's remains you come across in the middle of the desert. It's the one who dies despite all the lifesaving efforts you've put into saving them. It's the ones that make you wonder if you could've done something different, picked up their scent trail sooner, found that one telling track, searched that one gully sooner."
"I'm sorry." Janine replied, feeling she'd run into a boundary she shouldn't have crossed.
"It's alright." Diego replied, "You didn't know."
Meanwhile in the cargo hold Diefenbaker barked at Slimer as the latter started munching on yet another plate of airline snacks.
Slimer made a few chittering remarks as if to say, "Be quiet you mutt."
"Roo woo woo woo!" Diefenbaker barked back as if to say, "I'll show you a mutt!!!"
Slimer wandered over to a glass bottle in the hold with some Japanese writing on it. It had the word 'Sake' written on it. It looked interesting as he floated over to it, popped the cork and began drinking. It felt like he had been kicked by a mule. Hard. A wide grin spread across his face as began to consume the sake...He just had to find some more of it.
Peter stood up from his seat. After a few drinks of Ichibin he had to use the lavatory. He lumbered down the aisle and opened the nearest door just in time to find a certain green ghost clinging to the toilet seat. Actually Slimer wasn't quite green. He was turning several different colors ranging from red, to blue, to orange, to yellow, and he definitely looked sick as anything.
"SLIMER!!!!!!!" Peter bellowed.
At the sound, Janine practically vaulted over Diego's lap, surprising the Border Patrol Agent as she ran over to the bathroom to try and do some damage control. She ran right into the stall where Peter was, bumping into him from behind. The space in the lavatory was rather small, so the two had less than a hair's-breadth between them.
"Slimer, what are you doing here? Are you alright?" Janine asked before noticing the bottle clutched in Slimer's hand and the scent of rice wine.
"Oh no. Don't tell me we have to teach Spud about alcohol too." Peter replied.
"You're one to talk, Mister-I'm-Going-To-Drink-A-Beer every scene of Beerfest." Janine replied.
"Hey," said the voice of a flight attendant, "If you two are gonna have a mile high club in there, could you at least be a little quieter. Some people are trying to enjoy their flight."
"Do you have room for one more?" A male passenger said.
"SHUT UP!" Janine and Peter both shouted simultaneously as the latter tried to stand up and turn around, knocking Janine against the door.
"Peter!" Janine yelped with surprise, as they were practically chest to chest. Peter tried to disentangle himself from Janine only for the aircraft to take some sudden turbulence and for Slimer to vomit into the toilet. The jarring move caused Peter's right hand to wind up on Janine's breast.
"Yikes, sorry..." Peter said, turning red.
Janine was caught between knocking Peter out cold with a KO punch and getting out of that lavatory with as little embarrassment as possible. She instinctively scrambled backward only for her right hand to hit the lavatory door handle and the door to fly open with their combined weight. Janine fell over backward with Peter on top of her, his hand still in a fairly embarrassing place.
Slimer, though drunk and sick, knew to make himself scarce in a hurry.
Janine looked up, from her dazed state right at several flight attendants and passengers. "Uh, hi." Peter said.
Janine promptly slapped him in the face.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"Sir, please stop banging your head into the wall." A stewardess began.
As he banged his head against the wall, leaving several dents Winston groaned, "I can't take it! I can't take it!"
"Talk about compromising positions." Diego said with a shrug.
"DIEGO SHUT UP!" Peter, Janine, and Egon all shouted simultaneously.
"I was right. This is gonna be a long flight." Winston groaned, as he grabbed a beer from a nearby beverage cart and started drinking it, "It's a less painful route to a headache...Why oh why do I get the feeling this is going to drive me into an alcoholic binge or a heart attack?"
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TBC
