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Just occasionally, Ray has a few moments free back home that aren't taken up with slime, or research, or martial practice, or his daughter, or his dog, or weird people on the front doorstep, or or his nephews, or his fiancee. And just occasionally, he opts to spend those times here

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There is a young wizard who has recently left her other half upstairs and is now sitting quite near Ray playing with an Ewok stuffed toy dressed as a Jedi.

She has been to the heart of a newborn star. She has seen the universe, created a race of beings, of wizards, on a living world. She has saved the world at least a few times.

But she's a fangirl at heart, so yeah... the little Ewok doll has her attention. She might, however, give the guy nearby a wave.

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And he understands the Fannishness. Oh, does he ever.

Ray happens to glance over at the wave, and smiles back. The Ewok catches his attention, so he gets up to have a closer look. "Nice modding," he says, nodding to the stuffed creature. "You do that yourself?"

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She shakes her head.

"No way. Sewing and me? We don't get along."

She taps his little head and smiles at Ray.

"This guy was lent to me by Luke Skywalker's wife. Erm... the one here, not the one he gets in the books later."

And she covers her mouth.

"I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"

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"I wouldn't know. Where I come from, the books suck eggs. I tried to read one of them once and my fingertips started turning green."

That may be a slight exaggeration.

"What's his name? Mine's Ray."

He's in civilian clothes just now, alas.

[explorertruman]

(ooc: Millitiming for pre-Wonderland somehow.)

"It's really something, isn't it?" Truman happily remarked as he passed by, glancing out to watch the exploding stars himself. "That view?"

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Ray looks up and smiles. "Oh, no kidding. The first time I came here they practically had to peel me off the glass."

[explorertruman]

"Getting close to that point myself," Truman grinned back. "Can't help it."

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"Yeah?" asks Ray. "Been here long? My name's Ray, by the way."

[k_in_black]

"Ray, how're you holding up, Chief?"

K walks up, bourbon in hand.

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Ray looks up and smiles. "Fairly well, all things considered. The worst thing we're facing in my world at the moment is a seven-year-old child of Haitian immigrants who seems to have the ability to call spirits into the physical world without intending to, but I've got a couple of people working on that. You, on the other hand, look like your number crunchers added two and two and came up with pi."

[k_in_black]

K nods grimly.

"C's team had the site swept clean within the hour. Only three civilians to neuralyze, so we were lucky there."

"Ehhh... Not including Ratched, by the way. Might want to warn Pete if we ever head back there."

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Ray shudders. "I'll buy him a balaclava and a voice changer. Did you at least get any analytic material out of the mess? I've been running the spectrograph breakdowns on what I collected, but there's not a whole lot new to report."

[fathers_cleric]

There are two librians having an argument.

"...John-I have to insist that you be reasonable!"

"I'm not being unreasonable Robbie." Preston murmured, "I just don't see the point of a game that involves large wooden objects."

"They're called "Bats" John." Robbie's eyes narrowed, "As in Baseball? I tried to explain this to you-"

Preston holds up a hand, "Wait a moment."

He's spotted Ray.

"Ray!" Preston waves a hand, "....You haven't met my son-Robbie-have you?"

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Ray looks up. "I don't think I have, no," he says. "Evening, Robbie, good to meet you. My name's Ray Stantz. What's this about baseball?"

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Robbie hesitates before nodding slowly, "....Dad thinks that my playing with a baseball bat will damage me." he snorts, "Or that I'll get hurt."

Ah, a world where parents are more then willing to let their children play with guns but hesitate at the thought of baseball.

"You're misunderstanding me." Preston said, annoyed, "I want to investigate further before you make any long range plans."

He sat down, "Actually...Ray-I wanted to talk to you about something-"

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"What's there to investigate?" Ray asks, puzzled. "It's just basebaaaaaaoh, right, I forgot, evil dictatorial government that totally severed all its roots in the past including the fun bits. Sorry. Look, I could teach you both if you wanted. It's really not that hard. Heck, I could probably get Peter to help out, although he might start messing with you just for fun. Or if you came to New York I could get the cops we play with to lend a hand."

He nods to Preston. "Sure, what's up? Sit if you like, the both of you."