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The Deep Ones are observing some kind of current-based holiday festival this week, so Ray's temporarily off his diplomatic duties back home. It's left him with enough time to follow up on the papers that'd been stashed in the late, unlamented Timely Comics editor-in-chief's office. Most of them were just surprising. One set, however, left him very unhappy indeed. "Bar?" Ray says as he enters today. "Skip the green stuff and the quantum blue. It's three PM in my New York City and I could really use a Third Rail."
A bottle of the beer in question appears almost instantly. There's also a bowl of nachos, just in case.
"Thank you," Ray says, and goes looking for somewhere to sit.
[tinytag: Vert]
A bottle of the beer in question appears almost instantly. There's also a bowl of nachos, just in case.
"Thank you," Ray says, and goes looking for somewhere to sit.
[tinytag: Vert]