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The Matrices' upstairs hall closet creaks slowly open, and Enzo pokes his head out. Seeing the coast to be clear, he opens it fully and emerges, looking around with mounting distress. The walls, the floor, the furniture are all patched with pulsing green light-veins.

He listens carefully. No one home. Didn't think there would be, but good. He beckons at the open doorway behind him.
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Date: 2007-07-09 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Whoa," Danny said quietly. "I'm guessing all that green stuff isn't normal. Glowing green stuff usually isn't."

That was his professional opinion.

Date: 2007-07-09 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"That sucks, and I say that as someone who frequently gets glowing green stuff on his stuff if it's not broken outright--" He'd gone through several computers since the start of his ghost-hunting. "--but we really need to get moving Enzo. As long as we're in your world and the door's open, we're on the clock."

Date: 2007-07-09 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny reached out and gently grabbed onto Enzo's arm.

"I'm making us both go invisible for the rest of the trip," he said.

Date: 2007-07-09 07:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny grinned back, until that faded, like he was the Cheshire cat.

"I know."

He started towards the hallway.

"Let's get going."

Date: 2007-07-09 07:23 pm (UTC)
fryertuck: (PDA)
From: [personal profile] fryertuck
A voice emanates from Danny's headphones. "Yo, Danny! You read me, dude?"

Date: 2007-07-09 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
It made Danny jump.

"Stealth mission, Tuck. Stealth mission," he hissed.

Date: 2007-07-09 07:36 pm (UTC)
fryertuck: (PDA)
From: [personal profile] fryertuck
"Right. Sorry. Just testing the equipment. Visuals check out. Nice house! Very retro."

Date: 2007-07-09 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny heard another voice a little, and it sounded like it was maybe that cyborg guy that was Ray's friend who'd helped with the digitizers.

"Listen, make sure we keep that going the whole time if you can. That way if they lose, and Mainframe's about to go up, we'll know we need to close the door to protect the bar."

Danny frowned. "We're not going to lose."

Date: 2007-07-09 07:50 pm (UTC)
fryertuck: (PDA)
From: [personal profile] fryertuck
"That's the plan." (This is probably being addressed to the other voice.) "Chill, dude. Just covering the bases. And getting some sweet footage while we're at it!"

Date: 2007-07-10 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"It's a house. Admittedly, it's like a video game house, but still: a house."

But he was amused. There was no way Tucker couldn't be enthusiastic about this.

Date: 2007-07-10 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Wryly, "Technically you just did. He probably heard that."

Date: 2007-07-10 11:45 pm (UTC)
fryertuck: (PDA)
From: [personal profile] fryertuck
The voice comes loud enough for both of them to hear it: "Loud and clear. Hi, Enzo!"

Date: 2007-07-10 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"The clear's fine, but can we go with less loud? We're going out onto the street now."

They were indeed invisibly phasing through the door and heading out into the street.

Date: 2007-07-10 11:59 pm (UTC)
fryertuck: (PDA)
From: [personal profile] fryertuck
"Roger that. Clamming up now," whisper the FentonPhones. The rest is silence.

Date: 2007-07-11 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
For some reason, Danny had expecting the street to be either empty or full of screaming people.

It was just habit to expect that of a crisis--either people hid in their homes or ran around screaming.

But the whole "She's controlling everyone" aspect of it sunk in as they went out into the street.

The Mainframers were just...going about their business on the street, but with these huge smiles on their faces and the same green veins on their bodies.

He heard a random binome exclaim: "Praise be to Daemon!"

...Also, they were all apparently boxes and spheres with legs and faces.

If he didn't deal with weird ghosts on a daily basis, he would have boggled a little more than he was already doing.

He made them both float up off the ground.

"Which way, Enzo?" He'd looked at the map but it wasn't exactly the best map.

Date: 2007-07-11 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"...If you're pointing I can't see it, dude. Left or right?"
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