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Ray's been busy today, and he looks it. The clothes from home are just- well, they're slimy. Nothing to be done about that except wash and dry and hope that today's ectoplasm hasn't decided to start staining. Unfortunately, he was planning on getting in some practice by the lake, and he hasn't kept much of a stash of clothes here since he started going home every single night. Ah, well, Preston suggested he look into real practice clothing anyway.
"Bar," says the rather grimy, slimy Ghostbuster, "is there any chance you could get me something suitable for ongoing martial practice?"
It's light brown. It's in several pieces, one of which gives the impression of being a jacket or cardigan. It's got a wide belt- and a pair of boots.
He stares for a while, and then smiles, and goes upstairs to get changed.
"Bar," says the rather grimy, slimy Ghostbuster, "is there any chance you could get me something suitable for ongoing martial practice?"
It's light brown. It's in several pieces, one of which gives the impression of being a jacket or cardigan. It's got a wide belt- and a pair of boots.
He stares for a while, and then smiles, and goes upstairs to get changed.