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[gone_byebye]

Ray's a little strung out right now, but he's probably entitled. He spent most of the night putting his PKE meter back together and working through getting to know what the damn thing's new form actually DOES. He got a couple of hours of sleep after that, but he's not and will never be Thomas "Two hours a night? That's plenty" Edison no matter how

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[aboutthetwinkie]

There's a Winston looming over Ray now, looking somewhat put out in his Edwardian hunting outfit. It was a work jumpsuit about five minutes ago, when he walked in. His proton pack? Is now a hunting rifle.

"You know what's going on?" Or have anything to do with it, his tone implies. Winston's known Ray for years.

[gone_byebye]

"It followed me here," says Ray, who's too exhausted to protest his innocence. "Someone in my New York opened a time capsule under One Police Plaza and accidentally let out a four-dimensional entity that Nikola Tesla imprisoned back in November of '05. It was 1905 in Manhattan for three days- I'm just lucky it happened on a long weekend... anyway, I came here afterwards and went upstairs to sleep, and when I came downstairs, it looked like this."

He waves a hand vaguely at the surroundings.

"I'm working on fixing it. I just got the hang of my Teslatech'ed PKE meter."

[aboutthetwinkie]

"You look exhausted, Ray." Now that he knows what's going on, Winston can afford to point out the obvious. He drops his frame into a chair, bracing the rifle against one knee and eyes the other Ghostbuster for a long moment. "You need your breakfast cereal, some tea, and some damn sleep."

[gone_byebye]

"I was up most of last night getting the meter back together again," Ray says. "Between Guppy and the Men in Black finding out about what happened, I'm gonna be in the crosshairs of half the Bar if I don't at least look like I'm trying to fix the situation."

[mend_and_defend]

We hope he's sufficiently eased into the day, because he's about to dive headfirst into Weirdsville.

Why? Because there's an elaborately uniformed Guardian headed in his direction, a distressed look on his face and a loud ticking sound emanating from his torso.

"Ray? We gotta do something about this..."

[gone_byebye]

Ray twitches. "Oh God. What now? Why, how bad is it?"

[mend_and_defend]

Bob pulls something out of his jacket pocket and presses it into Ray's hand.

"You figure it out."

The object is a brass wind-up key.

[gone_byebye]

Ray peers at the key a moment. "You know," he says, "back at Halloween, at least the Bar had the decency to give me an energon metabolism..."