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Dec. 22nd, 2021 05:15 pmPhoebe landed in New York City, 1989 four months ago. In that time, she helped with a lot. She helped destroy Viggo, she babysat Oscar. She helped the Ghostbusters get reinstated and liked to hope she became an important part of the team.
But they were no closer to figuring out how to get her home. Traveling through time was rough. Dangerous. They weren't sure how to go about getting her back to her time so, until they had a sure idea, this is where Phoebe lived. With her grandfather and three uncles, helping Janine around the facility, helping people with their ghost issues.
And occasionally, building things. She'd been working on this project back home but hadn't finished it before being shoved through time, and the equipment and sources she had here were a lot older than she was used to. But she was making due.
With money she'd earned from babysitting and working at Rays shop, Phoebe finally managed to buy everything she needed to make what she was calling the Flytrap. Until she had a better name for it.
There were blueprints spread out on her workbench at HQ, several thoroughly dismantled remote controlled toys and Phoebe sat on her stool, head bent forward as she attached wires and battery packs to the flying drone, listening carefully for the return of Egon, who'd decided his grandkid really needed to eat something so he went out for food.
Look, he'd understand it best what it's like to get sucked into a project. Hopefully, she'll have it closer to done by the time he came back.
But they were no closer to figuring out how to get her home. Traveling through time was rough. Dangerous. They weren't sure how to go about getting her back to her time so, until they had a sure idea, this is where Phoebe lived. With her grandfather and three uncles, helping Janine around the facility, helping people with their ghost issues.
And occasionally, building things. She'd been working on this project back home but hadn't finished it before being shoved through time, and the equipment and sources she had here were a lot older than she was used to. But she was making due.
With money she'd earned from babysitting and working at Rays shop, Phoebe finally managed to buy everything she needed to make what she was calling the Flytrap. Until she had a better name for it.
There were blueprints spread out on her workbench at HQ, several thoroughly dismantled remote controlled toys and Phoebe sat on her stool, head bent forward as she attached wires and battery packs to the flying drone, listening carefully for the return of Egon, who'd decided his grandkid really needed to eat something so he went out for food.
Look, he'd understand it best what it's like to get sucked into a project. Hopefully, she'll have it closer to done by the time he came back.
