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Jillian Holtzmann | Ghostbusters
[Jillian's been here two days and has seen enough supernatural phenomena to throw the book at naysayers -
- if the loudest one hadn't been thrown out of a window. ...What a tragedy...? She's started poking around, in the loop enough to know the basics, and currently she's walking with a headphone looking device on her head and a sort of microphone thing in her hand. All while wearing yellow tinted glasses, waders with black boots and a rainbow belt, and a checkered black and white shirt. She's a fashion statement all on her own.
When she sees someone casually walking by, she reaches out, snapping her fingers to get their attention.]
Hey you, handsome. Come hold this doo-daddy right here for me, will you?
[She's talking through a pencil being held between her teeth, then nods toward herself.]
Hello, network
[When the video begins, it's clear this woman has set up some kind of lab, and her first words are said with complete excitement as she slams her hand down on the table, making the tripod her phone is in jump a little, and she quickly moves to fix it.]
Sorry, sooooo-ry. But do you know what's happened here? What I've...[She stops to laugh, just, totally gleeful]. Murder! So much murder! But people come back. When you die though, there's an essence. An aura, if you will. Beautiful remains even though, hello, hi, some of you watching may have met said fate at one time or another.
[She waves just a little, her fingers joyful in their movement.]
There's potential here, folks, is what I'm saying. Hi, there. Jillian Holtzmann. Scientist. Physicist. More recently, and I'm sure making my mother the most proud, Ghostbuster. Buster. Of ghosts. And what I'm saying, my friends, is that this entire area has enough energy to bring back all the dead of New York City.
Trust me on this one.
[She stops to chug a white liquid out of a clear cup, stops with her mouth completely full, looks down at the cup, then swallows forcefully.]
That...was not what I expected.
In any case, should we ever get a pile of dead bodies here....[She laughs, loudly, clapping her hands together.]
We'll be totally screwed by ghosts. Have a great day!
the grounds!
Alright, hit me. What're you doing with this, anyway?
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That, my new friend, is a way to figure out why my electroplasm readings are off the charts. WAY out there. [She pauses, looking over at her again.]
Have you ever seen a non-corporeal entity here?
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Ghosts? No. I saw zombies once though, but they're hardly the same thing, and that's not a usual occurrence. Sometimes weird shit just happens for a couple of days and then never again.
[She stops and thinks for a second.]
Though, if that device reads energy signatures left over from death, that might explain why you're getting so much feedback, considering people don't stay dead here.
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I'd like you to repeat that. Possibly draw it out because it's amazing, but that's not required. You said something about zombies? Also I'm assuming when you say 'people don't stay dead,' you don't mean there are zombies here right now.
Do you?
[Oh, she's hopeful. She's so hopeful. Not that zombies would be good for anyone, she knows that, and her expression falls to one less giddy and more...well, she can't suppress the giddy.]
I'm gonna make so many new toys.
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Nah, you missed 'em by a few months. This place takes people's memories, makes all of us live them for a few days every month. At one point the roulette wheel hit 'zombies'. Not as fun as you'd imagine.
[Lots of shooting, not sleeping, and going hungry, mostly. Not as fun as the movies make it seem.]
But as for the don't stay dead part, if you die here, you disappear for a day, and then come back, good as new. Something about the magic that runs this place. Heard there's some scientists working on figuring it out, but some people have been here years and still don't know why it happens.
[She shrugs.]
Sorry. Not as exciting an answer as you were probably expecting. Then again, it's not every day someone tells you "hey, death isn't permanent, how about that", so maybe it is.
Network!
And what, exactly do you have against ghosts? Ghosts aren't a danger to anyone!
[Ok, a slight lie, but he knows Napstablook would never kill someone, and Mad Dummy only got violent once they possessed a training dummy, so it's not that bad.]
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Against them? Ghosts, other-wordly beings, the spirits of people...they're beautiful science, my friend.
Unless they're malevolent, then we're all screwed. Still beautiful, though.
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[Ok, what on Earth is this human's deal???]
Also, ghosts aren't that otherworldly. They're just like you and me. Only non-corporeal.
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This person is amazing.]
I never said afraid. I said 'totally screwed.' Big difference, by the way - tell me more about your obviously fascinating world where ghosts are clearly a part of every day life.
[She's being completely serious and not at all glib. She wants to know. She NEEDS to know.]
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Well, us Monsters have always been varied in the ways we present ourselves, and ghosts are no exception. I know the main family of ghosts we have run a snail farm back home.
network
I feel like bringing up the dead bodies might have been a little overkill. We don't want to give anyone any ideas.
[ Even though she didn't put Ghosts From Our Pasts on the market, Erin still feels a little responsible for that kind of information falling into Rowan's hands. ]
And I'm starting to think it could do more than just bring back the dead. [ Erin waves Holtzmann over. ] Come look at this. It all seems like stuff out of Alice in Wonderland, except way, way creepier. And probably true.
SDLFDGADGKLJDG - first impression upon reading this tag
Ideas...of...what?
[Then again, she's always interested in what Gilbert's thinking for various this or that reasoning.
Literally sashaying over, she leans over the table, looking over the book.]
Did you know. [She pauses to grin, tongue touching her upper teeth.] People have seen. [Pause for dramatic flair.]
Zombies?
my same reaction when seeing you on the tdm tbh :D
[ Erin is far less relaxed than her fellow ghostbuster, and her voice is far more high-pitched. ]
We don't know everyone here, and we don't know if they're all sane. What if someone decides they want to try to, I don't know, bring back grandma or something and thinks they've just got to sacrifice someone here to do it?
[ Erin huffs. This kind of knowledge comes with responsibility. Hasn't Holtzmann ever read spider-man? ]
Really? Reanimated corpses? [ Erin straightens up a little, scientifically curious. ] Have they said where the zombies come from -- what energy was used to revive the dead?
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No...murder. I'm with you. But if people come back when they die here...[Sliding onto a stool, she swivels around before coming to a stop, facing Erin.] Does dear old gam-gam get the boot or does the rightful inhabitant wander the grounds until someone else kicks the bucket? As it were.
[This is a serious topic for serious scientists. But now she's more animated, pacing as she twirls a longer (glass) beaker like a baton.]
No one stays dead. So where do the zombies come from? Dead people don't appear out of nowhere.
[And yet, she has an AH-HA moment and pulls out one of the other books that's very dusty. Yes, she did browse the books and memorized their titles while you were getting food, Erin, so she knows exactly what she's looking for.]
Mirrors. Looking glasses. Portals. Did we, or did we not in fact, create a portal in New York to trap ghosts? AND, was Rowan not using freaky death mirrors in his hotel lab of horror?
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But there's much, much more power here than Rowan had. More energy, amplified exponentially.
[ Some of the rays intersect, and Erin circles those points. ]
There's energy here, but it's more than that -- I think it's taking the form of a wave, and based on the laws of superposition, the waves build off each other, increasing the power, squaring it, even --
[ Erin's eyes widen. They're onto something. ]
There's a convergence point somewhere. We just need to know where it is. Which means we have to map the mirrors.
[ SCIENCE. ]
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Hot damn, we have to map the mirrors. We need gear.
[Disappearing to one of the closets, she digs around and for some reason comes back with a full on aviator cap.]
Is this stylish, or too much? It's too much.
[Diving back in, she comes back out with a few random things before spreading them out on a table.] Note the lack of mirrors here, don't worry you're flawless, and that's because whatever's on the other side can see us. No one needs to know what's happening here. Buuuuuuuuut if we're mapping the mirrors whatever's on the other side...
[Will know, will tell someone, etc. etc. She'll let Erin figure that out, she's a smart cookie.]
We need to fashion our jumpsuits here into a blindingly reflective surface that puts out light.
[That way, whatever tries to spy on them won't actually be able to see because of the glare in the dual reflection.]
Like shining a huge spotlight right in the ol' peepers. Here, you'll need these. Ray Ban. Classic.
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Erin nods, a little bewildered at the aviators. ] Yeah. They're, uh, not exactly safety goggles? Not that you should need those for mapping, anyway.
[ Erin does put two and two together. She doesn't want the beings on the other side to know what they're doing, true. ]
Blindingly reflective as in basically, effectively, invisibility? [ Huh. It's been theorized before, enough times to probably put it into practice. Erin would know. ]
Okay, but they can't interfere with the mirrors, otherwise the whole expedition is pointless.
[ Erin takes the Ray Bans, gives them a long, hard stare, and finally slips them on. ]
I look like an idiot, don't I? [ she says, deadpan. ]
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[When she looks at Erin, it's with a grin and she shakes her head firmly.]
Noooooo. No. You look like the most pale rapper in all the land. Now, I need music to work.
[And that's the story of why Kokomo begins playing. Complete with Holtzmann dancing, lip synching and then actually singing the names of the different places]
Aruuuuuba, Jamaaaaica ooooh I wanna take ya....
[She may or may not wink at Erin.]
We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slooooow.
[Approximately ten songs later, she finally has jump suits for both of them that are somehow illuminating from within, and she demonstrates by finally pulling a mirror out of the closet.]
I'm calling this...Mirror Buddy. Mirror Pal? Mirror Companion. I'll work on the name. Come look at this. [When she stands in front of the mirror and presses a switch, the clothes light up further and you definitely can't see the actual glass surface of the mirror anymore, but nothing for mapping is actually obstructed.]
You don't have to call me a genius right this second.
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[ You know what. Never mind. Science isn't about fashion anyway, and Erin has the world's tiniest bow tie to prove it.
Erin does her best not to blush when Holtzmann winks, instead opting to bite the heck outta her lower lip. While Holtzmann works, Erin gathers up her own materials: straightedges, graph paper, colored pencils, calculator, all organized and ready to go. Time for a science adventure! Even if Erin isn't as boisterous as Holtzmann, she's still excited. She lives for this stuff. ]
Wow. [ That's all she can say for the Mirror Buddy-Pal-Companion. Erin is impressed and starts to grin. ]
That's quite the upgrade. [ Erin slips hers on and slings her materials, now bagged up, over her shoulder. ]
Alright. Let's go see what's happening with this place.