May 27, 2007 21:53
The door opens on a flash of red and white, hastily secreted behind a button-down shirt. Ralph closes the door behind him and looks around.
"All right! It worked!"
He'd been experimenting with ways to get back to the strange extra-dimensional bar for a while now, and had apparently found the right way to give that mental push with the suit in order to cross the barrier. Now he'd never have to worry about losing his clothes again, or getting hung up trying to get changed. He could stroll in here, rent a room, change up there, and head back out at his leisure, and it would look like he'd run in and come out an instant later in the suit.
"I wonder if this is how Superman did it," he muses aloud on his way to the bar.
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