Downstairs, Raymond Stantz was happily rubbing in a third coat of Simonize on Ecto-1, the souped up hearse that served as the team's utility vehicle. Ray had spent the morning doing mechanic work on the '59 Caddy. He'd drained the oil, dropped the pan and replaced seals, and gaskets after inspecting the crankshaft. Satisfied that the engine bottom was good for another 50,000 miles or so, he'd buttoned it up and went to work giving it a good wash and wax job.
On the other side of the building, in the main office area, Janine Melnitz sat at her desk waiting for the phone to ring. It had been over a week since it had rung, and that had been a crank call. The last time they had a call from an actual client was now over 3 weeks ago. Janine busied herself by reading another true romance paperback novel, and by touching up her nail polish.
Leaning back in a swivel chair a few feet from the back of Melnitz's desk, Peter Venkman was half asleep, occasionally snoring.
Upstairs, Egon watched as rows of figures flowed vertically across the screen of his computer monitor. Suddenly, he quickly smacked the space-bar on the computer keyboard, and rapidly scrolled the mouse. His jaw dropped as he re-read the last page of data that he had recalled. SHIT! he voiced.
Nearly halfway around the globe, Acetylene Drake Lampe looked up at the derelict building in the middle of Tokyo's swank hotel district. He and the real estate agent had just exited the ancient hotel and he had been impressed by what he'd seen. The old building had been one of the few prewar structures still standing, having been totally unscathed by the allied bombing raids during the second world war. The early skyscraper had been designated a historical landmark by the city planners at the insistence of the emperor, it had been waiting for decades to be renovated.
What is the history of this place?, Lamp asked.
Marukubi Boon ruffled though the pages the folder he carried in his satchel. The real estate agent had been tasked by the city to make certain historically protected properties available to developers who were able to present development plans that would preserve the character of the buildings, while bringing them up to date. Boon, found the writeup on the property that he was now about to show his prospective client, and quickly scanned it for the important details.
This building is nearly a century old, it dates back to the 1920's, Boon explained. It was a period before Japan appeared as a threat to the western world, and there were quite a few American tycoons doing business here in Tokyo. This building was built as a residence for an American based religious group wishing to have a retreat far from their NYC base. Their leader, a man named Ivo Shandor personally oversaw its construction. Strangely, once completed this hotel was only occupied briefly from 1924 until 1929. It was boarded up during the American occupation period, and after the United States withdrew their forces in the early 1950's this property has passed between various owners, rarely being in revenue service.
Strange, Lampe muttered. It looks well built.
It was a very expensive building to erect at the time, Boon said. Withstanding many earthquakes, and nearby bomb explosions during the war, is proof that it was well designed and constructed.
Then why was it left unoccupied for so long?
An interesting question, Boon said. The Imperial government briefly did use this hotel for the purposes of the war department, but soon relocated that function elsewhere. The American forces also used it for their headquarters for a time, but they quickly vacated it and moved elsewhere, and had the building boarded up.
Why? Lampe asked.
Boon hesitated before answering in a low voice, It was believed that the building was haunted.
Baka! Lampe laughed.
I'm glad to hear you say that, Boon replied. I've been inside myself, and I've seen nothing threatening. Still, history has painted a dark mark on the building, which is why it has sat here waiting for the wreaking ball. For some reason, the emperor wished it placed on the historical list, perhaps its architecture does speak of an era now gone.
Yes, it does, Lampe said. I think a few coats of paint, some new plumbing, and the latest robotic systems will make this place profitable, especially at the price you've quoted me.
I've been wanting to do this crossover for some time now. My wife and I borrowed the new Ghostbusters movie DVD from the library, and I got inspired