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[OOM: Ray gets the letter he's been dreading.]The door swings open and a cowed-looking Ray makes his way in. He's wearing the coveralls he normally uses to work on the car, and he's pretty well grease all over, but more importantly he has an envelope in one hand that's absolutely covered in the stickers the Postal Service uses to indicate This Mail

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[harvardbohemian]

This is most likely the lawyer that Ray is in fact looking for. Noting Ray's entrance, Joanne gets a manila envelope out of her bag, then takes s stop by the bar, walkiing over to Ray's booth with a wet towel and her envelope. "Good afternoon, Ray. Here. Might want to wipe off some of that grease."

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Ray looks up and smiles a little, sliding the envelope across the table before reaching for the towel. "Thanks," he says. "Sorry. I was working on Ecto when the mail arrived. I sort of freaked when I saw all the stickeys."

And the Lucasfilm logo on the return address, but that's neither here nor there.

[harvardbohemian]

Joanne eyeballs the letter for a moment, shaking her head. "That's more stickers on a letter than I've seen in ages, even the hundreeds of contract offers Mark keeps getting." She pauses, picking it up and turning it over. "I have a feeling you'd like me to open it and translate, right?"

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"Please?" Ray asks, trying not to turtle too much. "Sorry- after what happened with the EPA a while back I get all nervous around legal stuff."

He starts wiping his fingers nervously.