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Ray makes his way down the stairs with a notepad under one arm and an iPod protruding from his pocket. Upon spotting the placard on the Bar, he turns around and heads upstairs again. When he returns, he drops his duct tape wallet on the Bar. "There should be something in there capable of fulfilling my obligations," he says.
A few moments later the Bar pops up a receipt for him that says Thank You For Using Visa!. For some reason the charges are listed as being from Forbidden Planet Books and Toys. Ray blinks at that a few times, then puts the receipt and the wallet back in his pocket. From there he heads to a table, sticks an earphone into one ear, and flips open his notebook. It would appear he's been drawing staff paper, or at least, someone has. He presses Play and... huh. Who knew Ray could transcribe music?
He may be at this a while.
[Tinytag: Mother, The Great Librarian]
A few moments later the Bar pops up a receipt for him that says Thank You For Using Visa!. For some reason the charges are listed as being from Forbidden Planet Books and Toys. Ray blinks at that a few times, then puts the receipt and the wallet back in his pocket. From there he heads to a table, sticks an earphone into one ear, and flips open his notebook. It would appear he's been drawing staff paper, or at least, someone has. He presses Play and... huh. Who knew Ray could transcribe music?
He may be at this a while.
[Tinytag: Mother, The Great Librarian]