I need a plot! Help me!
It takes place in 87, and even though it's kinda going towards the girls getting a job offer from Peter, it probably won't happen.
I just need a plot!
So here's what we have so far.
We just like the idea of a fic itself to deny our writting it.
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The door chime sounded, and Dr. Raymond Stantz heard the jangle of chains and familiar clunk of two pairs of boots enter. “Hi girls,” he greeted, tearing his eyes away from his new book to see his two most regular costumers: two girls, both twenty years old, wearing complimentary Ghostbusters “No-Ghosts” tee shirts and combat boots.
“Morning, Dr. Stantz,” they greeted sweetly, sounding very “Charlie’s Angels.”
“Kitty!” the taller one squealed suddenly darting for the back room in a blur of purple hair and baggy jeans.
“Casey saw Skimbleshanks,” Lara Delpino said of her cat-loving friend, Casey DiLupo. Their cat would often venture to the bookshop for reasons unknown to his human owners.
Lara eyed the book Ray was reading. “New?”
“Shipment came in last night.” He answered. “Along with this.” He slid a copy of 1987 Lewyllyn’s Witch’s Almanac down on the unusually tidied glass counter, secretly hiding a smile as Lara squealed happily. “CASE!”
Ray winced, ears ringing from the girl’s habit of yelling loudly to each other, even one room apart.
“You rang, master?” Casey asked, emerging from the back with a marmalade tabby in her arms. Lara held up the almanac, and Casey squealed in perfect mimicry. “How much?”
“10.95,” Ray answered, teasing the cat with a twig.
As Casey fished for her wallet, Lara cleared her throat importantly. “Speaking of money… That’s what we came to ask you about.”
“Uh-oh.” Ray closed his book.
“After this,” Casey began, plunking a ten and a one on the counter. Lara picked up her sentence.
“Our current currency is currently…”
“Non-existent. So we were hoping…” Casey dropped the cat, hoped the counter, and lovingly nuzzled Ray’s shoulder.
“Just maybe…” Lara copied her move.
“…If at all possible…”
“If we could work here.”
“Girls, we’ve been over this,” Ray said with an exasperated sigh.
“Please? We need the money!” Lara fluttered her lashes.
“Why? What’s so important that you need a job now?”
“Casey’s pregnant.”
“WHAT?” Ray’s head swiveled to the purple haired young woman he’d come to love like a little sister. “You’re pregnant?!”
“No, but if you’ll hire me for it, I’m sure I could find someone who-“ She smiled.
“Jesus, don’t scare me like that again!”
Casey sniffled, making her lower lip tremble. “Pwease, Uncie Way?”
“You know our auditions at Wintergarden aren’t going so well,” Lara refuted.
Ray sighed. He would have loved to hire them, if nothing more than to have company, but business was slow and had been for a few months. He truly didn’t think he could pay them.
“C’mon Doc,” Casey begged, “We’re here all the time. So we might as well get paid for it.”
“I’ll have to think about it.”
“Will you?” There was a hint of a challenge in Casey’s voice.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you always say that then always screw us over,” Lara snapped bitterly, her loving mood and passive behavior gone with the passing breeze.
“What? You think I-“ He cut himself off with a nod from the girls. He sighed. “Girls, listen, I say ‘I’ll think about it’ every time because I don’t want to hurt you two. I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong. I’m not hiding from ghostbusting! But this shop isn’t all that big, and me being in the firehouse isn’t going to make the phones ring! I don’t need your help!”
Casey scooped up Skimble again, who had jumped onto the counter, and stormed off to hide behind a bookshelf, growling something about men being difficult. Lara gave an angry grunt and climbed back over the counter, leaning on it, her back to Ray.
The door chimed a second time for that day, announcing the arrival of Dr. Peter Venkmen.
“Hawdee doo unt gut marnin’!” he greeted in his Bavarian peasant’s voice. Lara and Ray shot him a look, Ray’s saying ‘Help!’ and Lara’s saying ‘Vat’s so gut aboot et?’ “Whoa, what’s going on here? Why so glum?”
“We need a job, but apparently Dr. Stantz doesn’t think we’re good enough to work here.”
“I never said that!” Ray emphasized to her retreating back as she joined Casey and Skimble behind the Pagan Herbilism section.
“The green streaks look good, Lara. Real earthy,” Peter commented and turned to Ray. “She had blue last time I saw her right?”
Ray took his glasses off and looked to the bookshelf the girls where behind, “You know I’d be happy to hire them, Pete, but I just don’t think I have the money. And the store’s small enough that I can handle it by myself.”
“Yeah because you spend all your time here.”
“That’s not true.” Ray dusted the cat hair off the counter.
“Yes it is. I know you love this shop, but you love them too and they need your help.”
“They always need my help.”
“A friend in need is a friend indeed, Stantzy.” Peter smiled.
“Well, what about that TV show you've been talking about?'
”'The World of Psychics?'“
”Yeah, why not put them on that?“
”Well, it's not for me to decide.“
”They might appeal to the younger crowd.“
”You slimey con-man. I'll see what I can do. Besides they'll be hanging around a much hipper crowd.“ Peter snorted and walked behind the bookshelves where he had seen Lara last. ”Ladies?“ They turned away from a book, eyeing his tone. He picked up their cat, petting his orange fur, ”You're looking for a job, right?“
”We're always looking for a job,“ Casey answered.
”Well, I've been talking with a station manager who's thinking about giving me my own talk show.“ Peter brought the cat to his face, nuzzling in his fur.
”You?“ Lara hide a snicker.
He looked up, replying dead-pan, ”Yes, me. Anyway, I was just thinking that maybe you girls would like to host it with me, but if not…“
”Well, what's it called?“
”'The World of Psychics.'“ Peter said excitedly.
Giving each other scepitical looks, they turned back to him, ”We're not psychics,“ they said simultianiously.
He gasped, ”Sure you are! You don't want to take my test?“
”No, Dr. Venkmen.“ Casey smiled slightly.
”Oh, c'mon! Just sit beside me and look smart, ok?“
”Was this Ray's idea?" Lara asked.
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That's all for right now because I've passed it to ‘Casey’, so let me know what you think and yer ideas and stuffs.
THANK YOU!