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[chemist_rani]

Thoroughly irritated and antisocial Time Lord at the bar, tapping away at her datapad.

...yes, it's a fruit cup again. She does tend to be a creature of habit in some ways.

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[gone_byebye]

Sodium naproxen is a wonderful thing. Ray's head still hurts, but it's tolerable now, and none of the other major side effects of a hangover remain. So he's capable of nodding in greeting to the irritated Time Lord when he sits down at the Bar and requests a glass of the quantum blue stuff. (He figures he's going to need it to go through the butcher paper roll's worth of math.)

[chemist_rani]

"You look... alive," she comments with a dubiously concerned raise of an eyebrow.

[gone_byebye]

"I made the mistake of drinking with a friend last night. More importantly, of drinking with his friends," says Ray. "Stupid, I know, since any one of them outmasses me by a significant factor. On the other hand, I seem to've at least turned the whole incident to good use. The math just needs translating."

[chemist_rani]

She can't help but lean over and take a peak. A single glance and then she's back to her datapad.

"Interesting. Significantly advanced for someone of your... species."

[gone_byebye]

"I've had a lot of background in the advanced maths," Ray says. "Admittedly I'm no mathematician, so it's mostly applications of dimensional equations and certain Terran theories of relativity, but still." He squints at the papers. "I'm assuming they'll make more sense when I look at them after a proper night's rest."

[chemist_rani]

"More than likely. Is there some reason that they wouldn't make sense to you?"

[gone_byebye]

"I'm reasonably certain that from this point onward-" Ray indicates a spot well up the roll. "-the structures described require at least twenty-two dimensions to actively quantify, and I've only ever had to work with nineteen before. I think the descriptors are part of some means of tracking movement through application of nested Hilbert spaces, but I can't be absolutely certain."

[chemist_rani]

She leans over again.

"It's not that difficult," she comments with a sniff before spearing an especially slow piece of grapefruit. "Though I admit to it being somewhat interesting."

There's a sliver of a thought, but she dismisses it before it's even fully formed.

"Is there any particular reason why inebriation results in advanced mathematics for you? And if so, might the easiest method of understanding be obtained through further inebriation?"

[gone_byebye]

"I honestly don't know. This's happened to me twice now, although last time I finally found someone to explain what I'd written to me and he said it looked like his own species' early graspings at hyperspatial warp travel," Ray says. "The first time I got drunk here I designed a proton assault cannon. Didn't build it, but I drew up the plans. I assume there's something about the state that undoes what few common-sense mental blocks I have."

[chemist_rani]

She looks at him.

"I see."

Her tone was a strange combination of interest, curiousity, disapproval, and irritation.

[gone_byebye]

"I don't think it's worth pursuing the state at this point. I'll just have to learn how to lever myself into that same mental space without giving my internal organs a bath," Ray says. "If only because I can't possibly be checking my numbers twice, and considering that the last time I worked with this many dimensions a local spatiotemporal inversion was one of the consequences of getting a handful of the numbers wrong, that's not the kind of risk I should be taking."

[chemist_rani]

"I should hope you cleaned up after yourself?"

She might not have been to Gallifrey in some years, but she is a Time Lord. It's a concern.

[gone_byebye]

"Always. Not to mention testing the prototype in the most isolated area possible so that if anything did go bye-bye, it wouldn't take a population center with it."

He's learned his lesson since the days when he and Egon built the first proton packs.

[chemist_rani]

"Some sense, at least," she says grudgingly.

Someone's been in a mood for almost two months now. Ray is, oddly enough, helping.

[gone_byebye]

"Forty years spent being blown through walls by other people's chemistry experiments gone horribly wrong will drill basic safety protocol into anybody's skull, even when it's as thick as mine," Ray says.

[chemist_rani]

Just an eyebrow raise... but it demands more information.