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new york (manhattan) > community > activities

Spare Adult Ticket; Jaguars Baseball Buddy Wanted

yousayyes

I just won two tickets for the game coming up this week. Problem is, I don't have anybody to see it with.

Even though I got them for free, it feels like such a waste to show up all alone when I have an extra on my hands... so I figured I might as well take this as an opportunity to invite someone from online.

Whether you're a fellow die-hard fan who also appreciates this minor league underdog, or you're totally indifferent and just want to shoot the breeze by the bases with somebody willing to cover the cost for the concession stand- get in contact with me and you can hang out in the bleachers for free.

OTA adult muses

sendai (morioh) > community > activities

(ง ಠ/^\ಠ)ง FIGHT ME

handotsukai

meet me behind tonios if u want an asskicking

OTA, likely violence/injury if you actually do meet up with him

"los angeles" > services > creative

📸❤️ Photographer for hire! 📸❤️

lottarazzi

Howdy! The name's Lotta Hart! I'm a freelance photographer, been in the trade for a good couple years. I reckon my rates're around $120/hour- you can try your hand at haggling with me on them, but be warned: I'm a mighty fierce haggler myself and y'all might wind up paying more'n double my base price when I'm done with ya! 💸💸

L.O.L., there I go blabbing about prices without even getting into the deets of what it is you'd be paying for. Alrighty then, I'll have you know that my MAIN area of expertise is in journalistic photography! Of ALL sorts, including, but not limiting to:

crime scene documentation
paranormal photography (the truth is out there!! 🛸👻👽)
celebrity tabloids

As you can see, I am just positively DYING to get a big scoop on my hands! ...but I know big scoops don't come along every day, so I ain't gonna turn down the pay if you wanna hire me for your humdrum little non-haunted wedding or whatever, either. Really, anything you can point a camera at, I'll shoot. So what're you waiting for?! Hit me up!

OTA, likely discussion of death given how every criminal case in Ace Attorney is a murder, as well as ghosts and miscellaneous other cryptids

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[Lucky him, indeed. He didn't expect such a swift response, though his own is just immediate.]

You can bring it to my apartment this evening. I will message you the details shortly.

[Maybe he shouldn't give strange men on the internet his login information. But the way Peck figures, if he receives the ticket at the stadium, he'll have no choice but to sit with the man- this gives him an option to both gauge his companion ahead of time and escape needless interaction, if necessary.

He sends the information and promptly forgets this conversation for the time being.]

[After saying his goodbyes to Janine (who gives an affectionately backhanded congratulation to him for finally finding the one other Jags fan on the planet), Winston hops in his car and sets out to the stranger's apartment complex, feeling an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sense of optimism for this whole "inviting someone to a Jags game" prospect. ...which unfortunately kept fading away the closer he came to his destination.]

[His brow furrows as he pulls up to the building, a subconscious feeling of dread creeping up on him and sinking its claws deeper into his mind until by the time he's walking through these eerily familiar halls, that anxious anticipation is all there is at the forefront of his thoughts. Admittedly- it's been quite a while since he last set foot in this place, so he can't be completely certain about it... but he's pretty sure the directions he's following are going to land him back at Walter Peck's apartment.]

[...does he even still live here? What if he still lives here. What if he's still the only other Jags fan known to man besides himself. That's. A very distinct possibility. ...he contemplates just turning back now and conveniently "forgetting" to show up, but his conscience gets the better of him. There's still the chance it's not Peck- just someone who coincidentally happened to move in to his old place. And it wouldn't be very professional of him to suddenly renege on his offer just because the place happens to put a bad taste in his mouth by association with one stubborn jackass that used to live there.]

[And even if it's Peck... he's already come this far. So... what the hell. Might as well get the confirmation.]

[He knocks against the door as lightly as he possibly can while still creating a noise upon impact.]

...hey, uh. I'm here with the tickets?

[Walter Peck remains blissfully ignorant of Winston's internal turmoil. Walter Peck has also, by way of bizarre PSL logic (though let's be honest, Ghostbusters canon is strange enough for there to probably be a way for this to happen through canon means), recently swapped places with his alternate dimension counterpart and has yet to really register that anything is different. Sure, the world looks a little more colorful, but who cares? He's too busy being the punchline of New York City in any dimension.

Now that- that is something he's dwelled on, recently.

The knock at the door interrupts his internal monologue of mostly-undeserved self-pity, and he opens the door. There is absolutely no recognition in his eyes- and why would there be? The Winston Zeddemore he'd remember had a mustache, for one, and looked a bit older than this man.

Winston, however, will find that the man at the door looks... similar. Not at all identical, but similar enough that this might very well be a relative of the Dickless he knows.]

Thank you.

[He nods, curtly, and outstretches a hand for the ticket- all business, it seems.]

[Yep, the level of similarity between the two is definitely disconcerting. But at the same time, there's just enough difference between them that he feels sure it's not the same person. Not to mention there's no way in hell Peck could've managed to grow a full beard in the time between the Gozer incident and now. A visible wave of relief comes over Winston as he realizes that this man, at the very least, cannot be the same Peck he's familiar with. ~~And he is right about that, but unfortunately not in the way he thinks.~~]

Hey, no problem. [Winston laughs a little as he speaks, handing over the ticket.] Just like to keep my word.

Yes, I can see that.

[He pockets the ticket, and it occurs to Peck, all at once, that he has no idea what he's supposed to do now. What's the social etiquette for receiving a ticket from a complete stranger one meets on the internet? Is he expected to invite this man into his home, or should he just- close the door on him now? He should've just agreed to meet him at the stadium. This is getting awkward. He glances nervously into his apartment, as if he's expecting to find an answer there.

The rest of what he has to say is bizarrely stilted, in a way that can really only be matched by Egon.]

Well. I suppose I'll see you at the game. Tomorrow.

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