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[gone_byebye]

Ray ordered dinner from the Bar awhile ago. No, really, he did.

He just hasn't touched any of it yet.

He's settled in at one of the tables with his digital Tobin's and appears to have forgotten his rapidly cooling meal entirely as he scans through the pages. He could probably be distracted, though. He looks like a distractable guy.

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[redeemed_one]

"Hello, Ray. What's that?"

[gone_byebye]

"Huh? Oh, hey, Anakin." Ray looks up with a small smile. "One of my reference books from back home, converted into electronic format. Tobin's Spirit Guide. It's an indexed and researched reference to all the major categories of spirit and supernatural entity classified by parapsychologists in my world, and it comes in really handy when you're surrounded by stuff you don't recognize straight off. Wanna see?"

[redeemed_one]

Anakin blinks. "Sure."

The only form of supernatural entity Anakin is acquainted with is the Force, and possibly the Jedi Masters in it. This is a bit out of his league.

[gone_byebye]

Ray, of course, does not know this. Ray assumes everyone finds things interesting, if they're interesting to him. He cheerfully pushes the hand-held computer over to Anakin, flipping through the pages on Class Six non-terminating repeating free roaming vapors- ghosts and spirits that haunt a single place for a long period of time without being bound to a particular spot within that overall location. "This is the kind of stuff we deal with all the time. Practically our bread and butter, these guys. They bother people, people call us, we turn up and zap them, trap them, and haul them off to put them where they won't bother anyone any more."

[timsbooks]

*Tim has a glowing green book in one hand,and a small black book titled "Dies Ignim" in the other. He's reading the book as he plays with the stone, but he pulls away from it to seat himself across from Ray.*

Morning!

[gone_byebye]

"Hey, Sir Tim," Ray says. "Is it morning? Wow, my sense of time gets seriously thrown off without the sun being available."

[timsbooks]

Always morning somewhere.

*He shrugs, rolling the stone.*

How goes the research?

[gone_byebye]

"Pretty well, really. Except for the part where I don't have a single reading on the one thing I've been asked to get a clear assessment of? Other than that, it's going fantastic." He wrinkles his nose. "I'll have to at least try and get one soon, just to show Spengs what we're dealing with... hey, what's that you've got there? Kryptonite, or something?"

[leplusbeau]

*And now there is a mostly naked sex demon on his table. Yes, on it. Fleur tips her head and tries to read upside-down.*

[gone_byebye]

Well, there goes the Jell-O. Ray jumps backwards a little bit, blinking furiously before he realizes-

"Um. Hello, um, uh, miss... can I, er... can I help you?"

[leplusbeau]

Non, Fleur, not miss. And non.

*She lets her leg dangle over the edge and smiles sweetly.*

Iz more if I can help you, monsieur scientist.

[gone_byebye]

Ray smiles a bit awkwardly. This does not... this is not the sort of thing that happens to him every day.

Venkman, maybe.

"Well, okay," he says, looking her over and wishing he had the slightest idea what was going on. A surreptitious pinch of his thigh under the table confirmed that he was still awake. "What kind of... what sort of thing do you mean by 'help', Fleur?"

[_ryo_oh_ki]

She toddles past, beaming at him in general cuteness and niceness.

[gone_byebye]

For a moment Ray stares at the creature, trying to recognize it; then he gives up and just smiles. "Hey there," he says at what he assumes is one of the innumerable hundreds of Pokemon out there. (C'mon. He met Pikachu last night. It ate part of his PKE meter.)

[_ryo_oh_ki]

"Hello!" She now beams at him in directed cuteness and niceness. "Ryo-oh-ki is my name. How are you?"

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, wow, you talk!" Ray blurts out. Tonight is quite the blurt-ridden night, for him. "Hi, Ryo-oh-ki! I'm all right- I'm Ray. Pleased to meet you!"

[wesknowsbetter]

Wes seems to appear out of nowhere.

I assure you, he doesn't. And he looks a bit overworked. Nevertheless, the compliments Ray's digital guide.

"That looks handy."

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, it definitely-" He looks up at the source of the voice and almost chokes. Unfortunately, this is Ray, and his impulse control has never been the best. "Mirror universe Warren! Um, hi!"

[wesknowsbetter]

Wes' lips twitch in a tired smile.

"Yes, that's me I guess. Although it's Wes, actually."

[gone_byebye]

"Oops. Sorry." Ray winces, ducking his head in embarrassment. "Didn't mean to, uh... sorry."

In a belated attempt at further apology, he sticks out a hand for the shaking. "My name's Ray. Pleased to meet you."