"Oh, sure- hi, Egon," Ray says; he's never really been one for observing the conventions of sentence order if it didn't suit his purposes. "You don't mind that I was testing the philotic portal again, do you? I didn't change any of the settings. It just popped me through to here."
He gets to the Bar, and comes back with ... okay, not the green stuff. This Ray doesn't drink the green stuff. He does, however, have a regrettable fondness for Welch's Grape Soda, which can probably be smelled as he heads over to sit down at Egon's table.
"Not at all. Although I came here through the back closet door, myself." he does have a glass of That Other Ray's Green Stuff, however, and a bacon, taylor-ham and cheese sandwich.
"I apologize for not mentioning it. I wasn't quite sure it would work."
"That's okay. I just figured I'd give it a shot. At some point I should probably go upstairs and see if I've left myself a note, though. Just in case." He grins. "So were you planning to come here?"
"Welcome to Milliways!" Was Sarah's cheerful greeting as she practically bounded over, offering a chocolate rabbit, "Happy springtime fertility celebration of choice!"
".... ooo, chocolate," is Ray's response once he gets the realization that a complete stranger in a bunny getup is handing him candy. "Thanks, miss...?"
"Oh, okay," Ray says. "I haven't had the chance to go to my room and see if I left myself any briefing letters yet. Have you got a name I'm supposed to be using?"
Ray blinks a few times, thinking, but in his world it's 1987. There'll be no Equilibrium for years yet. Heck, where he comes from, Christian Bale still looks like that kid in Empire of the Sun.
"Sorry," Ray says. "Can't say I- oh! Oh, you must know the other me. I'm sorry, I haven't checked up on my briefings yet. I'm not the Ray you know, Robert. I'm from a different version of the same reality."
"It's something that comes from being the only one to survive the buldozing of Earth for a highway, I think, but I haven't asked anyone recently," Fenchurch explains about as clearly as a mud puddle. "Just not paying attention to it makes it work. And I'm Fenchurch."
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Egon rubs his eyes.
"Raymond," he says, rising to his feet, "you're not the one I expected." He moves some things around. "Once you have something, please join me."
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He gets to the Bar, and comes back with ... okay, not the green stuff. This Ray doesn't drink the green stuff. He does, however, have a regrettable fondness for Welch's Grape Soda, which can probably be smelled as he heads over to sit down at Egon's table.
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"I apologize for not mentioning it. I wasn't quite sure it would work."
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"Welcome back, Dr. Stantz"
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He winks.
"I have some of the same issues you guys do, different ones and all."
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"Doctor Stanz?" He looks a little different, but still...
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Robbie blinks, "Robert Preston Sir? John Preston's son?"
He was kind of hoping the fellow had seen his dad.
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"Sorry," Ray says. "Can't say I- oh! Oh, you must know the other me. I'm sorry, I haven't checked up on my briefings yet. I'm not the Ray you know, Robert. I'm from a different version of the same reality."
Hey, it makes sense to him.
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He glances down at the meter and makes an 'ooh!' noise before yanking it clear of his belt. "How are you doing that?"
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