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The pep in her step hadn't gone unnoticed, nor did the proud smile she wore. Up the stairs she practically ran, skipping a few steps before excitedly, and enthusiastically, raising a few sets of paper into the air above her head.

"I have something about the class IV we saw last week. I found it in an... older copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide," Which was code for ' a Reanimator possessed the book and I only now managed to find a not entirely singed set of pages from the scorched spine ' . "I think that--"

A pause as she realised that they weren't listening, sigh soft as she set the pages down. That could come later - whatever they were working on seemed more important anyways. So, she stepped across, removing one of her black gloves and wiggling her fingers to regain some feeling.

"Is that a new upgrade?" She asked, voice a little louder than before in hopes of snagging attention of any kind. "Anything I can help with?"

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I. Left this blog in a pretty busted state wow.

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The first thing I've done is change the Rookie's name! Everything else is the same, except now she's Samantha Gerhardt!

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Gonna come back here and revamp a bit for the spooky season!!

Like this for a starter from the Rookie!

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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Ash vs Evil Dead [sentence starters]

[feel free to change pronouns as necessary!]

“So, does this mean I don’t have to pay back the 20 bucks I owe you?” “It was 200 bucks.” “Brand spanking new hand, or brand new ‘spanking’ hand!” “I’m not dead, you dumb bastard.” “Oh wow, that was weird. You were really still for a minute.” “You mind telling me what the Flying Dutchman is going on?” “We’re course correcting. Rebuilding the family you tore apart.” “Oh here’s a question, if we had sex right now would it still be a threesome, cause technically you’re both the same person?” “No one escapes their destiny, ____.” “Don’t you worry my little burrito, you’re safe in this trunk.” “Nothing helps, does it?” “Of course you don’t answer. Because you’re DEAD.” “You’re both dirty birds, and I’m gonna hurt you, real, real bad.” “Yes, I’m upset. Yes, I’m behind the wheel. Yes I’m drunk, and maybe my license isn’t the fancy kind from the DMV, but at least I’m drunk!” “Okay, I’ve seen some seriously disturbing stuff recently, but you are adorable.” “Sorry ____, you played right into my hand.” “Sorry ____. Sorry you got caught up in this bullshit.” “Keeping my end of the deal is boring. It’s more fun to change things up at the last minute. Keeps Everyone on their toes!” “What the Fraggle Rock is THAT thing?!” “My children stole my immortality.” “I’m gonna find him, take my chain saw, shove it right up his ass.” “Yeah, that’s like a felony.” “That is horrible, and also awesome.” “Holy pickle dicks!” “You’ve got some huge balls showing yourself in this town.” “You! You ruined my life!” “I’ve ruined a lot of peoples’ lives.” “Oh, _____. Do you really think I want you and your little friends to die?” “Man, making decisions is hard.” “You say one more dumb thing… “ “I’m gonna say a lot of dumb things!” “Everybody dies here, it’s just the rules.” “What’s out there knows you’re alive, and it wants you to be un-alive.” “You think THIS is the right time to be hitting on me?!” “Shoot first, think later. Or don’t think at all. Yeah! Shoot first think never!’ “Oh, I’ll be polite. Right up until I’m rude.”

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The trio climbed out of Ecto, stretching out their almost dead legs. Their HEAVY proton packs certainly did a number to begin numbing them, but it was manageable. They all looked to Janine, taking in her differing appearance.

"I'm glad to see that hasn't changed," Ray mused sarcastically quiet to Egon, in reference to the secretary's seeming disinterest in the matter at hand.

"Where's your Peter?" Egon was the first to ask, gaze averting to the stairs. He peered up as far as he could see, wondering if the layout was the same as their own.

Ray gently set his pack down, the Rookie following closely behind; the two quietly retrieved their packs of cigarettes from one of many pockets on their uniforms, and Ray waited for the Rookie to light his as he had forgotten his own lighter before setting off on their job.

Then, he paused, gazing to their counterparts in a moment of concern, "Can we smoke in here?"

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“If my suspicions are correct which, not that I’m an EXPERT, should be, we’re relatively safe. I mean, a parallel universe to our own, sure, but that DEADLY portal created by that CLASS VII SPECTER could’ve delivered us to a much worse fate,” The Rookie spoke as she led the way through the FAMILIAR library, walking backwards as to address Egon and Ray.

“As long as we don’t interact with our alternate selves, we won’t be in a Back To The Future scenario.”

“Who’s the Doc?” Ray asked, swallowing thickly ( thoroughly scared ) .

“Well, Dr. Spengler’s more the brains, and I’m more Marty. So, I guess you’d make a George or Jennifer?”

“Why am I the girl?”

Egon shared a look with the Rookie, one of KNOWING and amusement, but otherwise offered no reply. Then, abruptly, Ray and Egon paused to point in a synchronised action.

“GHOST!”

“Shit!”

She turned on her heels, eyes widening, and she raised her arms to shield herself from the slime. But it never came, and instead, after she was done blocking her face, she came to gaze upon the other at the opposite end of the small maze of bookshelves.

The three blinked in unison, and she looked back to her accomplices; the two men shared a look, relayed it to her, and it became clear that she’d have to play AMBASSADOR.

So, turning back around, she offered a smile of forced calmness, “Hey, uh, sorry about the noise. I’m– we’re GHOSTBUSTERS,” As if to prove her point, she ran her finger along her ’ ROOKIE ’ name tag, and Ray and Egon loosely followed from behind her, “Just took me off guard, is all. Under control, sir.”

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I wanna be back here so:

LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER FROM THE GANG! FEEL FREE TO SPECIFY WHICH ONE YOU WANT, OR GET SOMEONE RANDOM!

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Okay, now that... THAT wasn't normal.

He leaned down in order to gaze more certainly at whatever was happening; apparently, it appeared that the non-reactive variant of the Rookie's testing things GREATLY IONISED the blood... to the point where it acted as a magnet.

That, also, was not very healthy.

He should get Ray and the Rookie over to take a look, maybe they - - no, no. This could be a limited time thing ( the ' working ' variant only lasted two hours and ten minutes ) .

"Can you feel anything particularly PAINFUL right now?"

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 Holtzmann watched him confiscate the petri dish, her eyes widening at the sudden flare of metallic taste over her tongue. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, face scrunched as she mulled the taste around, trying to dispel it with a scrape of her teeth.

 Then she reached out a hand across the work bench, gasping as a few tiny screws leapt upwards and stuck to her outstretched finger, magnetized.

   “Woah.” She breathed, an excited grin spreading across her face. “I feel funky.”

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The Rookie, Ray, and Egon even remotely getting along makes Peter jealous. I don't make the rules guys, I just follow them.

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"So they had a BACK TO THE FUTURE moment at the tracks?" Ray thought about this, about how RIDICULOUS it sounded, but then remembered their job; they were currently in an alternate universe, talking to their parallel selves, and that made no sense either. "Fascinating!"

"Oh, no," The Rookie dismissed ginger Ray, head shaking in disagreement, "It's all luck, Dr. Stantz, believe me."

"Nonsense! You're a lot more helpful than you let on," Ray smiled as she sent a silent ' thanks ' his way, "You should think about hiring a Rookie, guys. You could test a lot more equipment, a lot more quickly."

"It DOES go well with your hair, Dr. Stantz," The Rookie agreed, automatic response accompanied by a nod, "That's... unfortunate, I must say," She began in response, lulling over an appropriate response that didn't inadvertently roast their colours. "Have you considered just... buying the same colours next time you order some?"

"After we establish contact with OUR Peter, I'd like to take a look at your Slimer. Also, your containment field. I'd like to see how they differ, or are the same," Egon spoke, mainly to his counterpart, before gazing out of the window at the passing streets of New York.

"Should we be... quiet when we get to the firehouse? I don't want to startle Janine or Dr. Venkman, and I'm sure they don't either," The Rookie peered out from behind her pack to glance between Winston and Egon at the front of the vehicle, a brow arched.

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“If my suspicions are correct which, not that I’m an EXPERT, should be, we’re relatively safe. I mean, a parallel universe to our own, sure, but that DEADLY portal created by that CLASS VII SPECTER could’ve delivered us to a much worse fate,” The Rookie spoke as she led the way through the FAMILIAR library, walking backwards as to address Egon and Ray.

“As long as we don’t interact with our alternate selves, we won’t be in a Back To The Future scenario.”

“Who’s the Doc?” Ray asked, swallowing thickly ( thoroughly scared ) .

“Well, Dr. Spengler’s more the brains, and I’m more Marty. So, I guess you’d make a George or Jennifer?”

“Why am I the girl?”

Egon shared a look with the Rookie, one of KNOWING and amusement, but otherwise offered no reply. Then, abruptly, Ray and Egon paused to point in a synchronised action.

“GHOST!”

“Shit!”

She turned on her heels, eyes widening, and she raised her arms to shield herself from the slime. But it never came, and instead, after she was done blocking her face, she came to gaze upon the other at the opposite end of the small maze of bookshelves.

The three blinked in unison, and she looked back to her accomplices; the two men shared a look, relayed it to her, and it became clear that she’d have to play AMBASSADOR.

So, turning back around, she offered a smile of forced calmness, “Hey, uh, sorry about the noise. I’m– we’re GHOSTBUSTERS,” As if to prove her point, she ran her finger along her ’ ROOKIE ’ name tag, and Ray and Egon loosely followed from behind her, “Just took me off guard, is all. Under control, sir.”

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Walter Peck: and this is EXTRA your fault!

The Rookie, who just helped save the world and is on the verge of either beating the shit out of him or passing out:

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“ it tastes like if i ate a fridge magnet ” {Holtzmann @ Egon!}

Ten Minute Power Hour Starters! - ACCEPTING

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"Technically speaking, you DID."

The scientist reached over to take the petri dish from the woman, as if she was PETER and he had to make sure she wasn't going to SERIOUSLY injure herself. Or everyone in the firehouse.

"These are the non-reactive variant of the one that the Rookie is in the process of testing. They're more or less harmless, but have the property of a ' fridge magnet ' . "

A pause as he stared at her, as if waiting for a HORRIBLE reaction from that which she had shoved into her mouth, and then he looked over to the Rookie, who was talking excitedly with Ray ( most likely about their most recent Class IV, but that was normal )

"They're not meant for ingestion... how do you feel?"