Two technicians from MOG arrived today at my apartment. Daniel "Red Shirt" Rohrer and Josh "The Interrogator" Schnarr. I don't really understand the nickname thing, but if helps them stop my apartment from doing ridiculous shit, then great.
Daniel told me he'd go over Will's notes and determine what sort of specter we were dealing with here. With each glance away from his Blackberry, he seemed to grow more disconcerted. By the time he had made a couple rounds about the apartment, he was sweating profusely, and breathing laboriously. I actually had to get him a glass of water to calm him down. On a funny side note, I was about to put ice in Daniel's water when Josh stopped me, and mimed a choking motion to me. Considering Daniel's state at the time, that was a prudent observation.
As Daniel attempted to catch his breath, Josh sat in a chair, and pulled out a Swisher Sweet, and seemed to relax. And then...he started talking out loud. To the ghost I guess. Err...not talking. More like...lecturing. He expounded on morality, history, obligations, etc. Any where his wandering tongue led, he followed. My guess was he was trying to give the spirit eternal rest via boredom.
Daniel finally felt good enough to tell Josh that he should give up with that business, since they were dealing with a Class 3 Phantasm. Josh immediately stood up, tossing his Swisher aside. He was peeved at this detail not being relayed to him. He pondered for a few moments, and then finally walked over to me.
"I'm sorry, but we're not going to be able to handle this now. We've been approaching this incorrectly this entire time. However, we will send more technicians, better suited for your needs, tomorrow. My apologies."
He then turned around, and issued a stern warning to the room in general. Josh warned the occupying "force" that his time was ending, and he was obliged to evacuate the premises, lest he wish to be forced out.
So...hooray. I guess.
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