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[gone_byebye]

The door opens and Ray very carefully edges into the Bar. Oh, God, noise and light and smell and more noise and-

-well, okay, it's better than home; Peter's watching wrestling.

But STILL.

"Bar," he says as quietly as he can, "I know you aren't going to give me any more COX-2 inhibitors, but is there any chance you can give me something that'll

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[wellthrownstone]

Ray!

The wolf lopes over, excited and pleased before he notices the state his friend is in.

Ray? Are you all right? Did something happen to you?

[gone_byebye]

He doesn't even scream. He just makes the face in the icon and slumps forward in his seat.

"Merciful mother of Azathoth make it stop!" he squeaks. Just.

[wellthrownstone]

Now there's a concerned wolf looking up at him.

Ray?

[gone_byebye]

Ray's lips move soundlessly for a bit before anything comes out.

"Every single particle of my body hurts a whooole lot right now," he manages. Then, a little louder: "From yesterday. The clock."

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is inordantly fond of cushy-looking seating.

Thus, this probably isn't the best place to be if one is avoiding all boisterous and energetic pyros.

You have chosen... poorly, Ray.

"Hullo Ray, lookit this, innit brill?" Ace pops up from behind the couch, offering a little musical instrument she picked up a few planets back. It looks something like the grip of a futuristic ray gun, but there's no trigger. Just the odd ridges.

[gone_byebye]

*twitch*

*twitch*

"Please tell me it produces high caliber non-steroidal anti inflammatory pain relievers," he says in a quiet little voice.

[nitro_is_ace]

"..." Ace blinks at him, doing a couple of translations in her head.

"... You want a gun what shoots asprin?" She finally asks, looking a touch bewildered.

[gone_byebye]

"Actually at this point I probably wouldn't object to just being shot in the head," Ray says weakly. "Although it's better than last night."

[mandercommander]

Bonzo looks at Ray Stantz in Mirrorshades...or whatever the glasses actually are. Not a bad look, but not one he'd automatically place with Ray. "You doing any better?"

[gone_byebye]

See the icon?

Like that.

[mandercommander]

Bonzo sighs. "Sorry I can't be more help."

[gone_byebye]

"Depends. Can you buy morphine?"

[the_antiangst]

Of note: Angel approves of cushy seating.
Small mercies: He's not in drag, Morwen picked up the cat that followed him home from her place earlier, and he knows migraines when he sees them... though he doesn't think he's ever seen one this bad.
"...The hell ran over you?" he asks, careful to keep his voice fairly quiet.

[gone_byebye]

Ray points in the direction of where the Clock used to be.

"Extremely powerful magical artifact that was only supposed to be wielded by someone with an innate store of PKE, which I, as a normal baseline human being, do not in fact have."

[the_antiangst]

"...Ouch. Seems to've worked, at least, but at the moment that's probably not much comfort."
Considering Ray's job, Angel was ready to guess maybe it was the Titanic or something.

[gone_byebye]

"It prevented an earthquake that would've destroyed the Bar. I can deal. I also want to throw up my own shoes. THat's not so much fun."

[fathers_cleric]

The scene's so perfectly set for disaster-it's almost poetic. Enter stage left one Cleric, John Preston-with a rather bandage across one hand.

"-Ray?" In sunglasses? Was something wrong?

Preston's jogging over.

[gone_byebye]

Ray winces, hunching his shoulders up around the ears. "Migraine headache, John," he tries to warn. "Lots and lots of migraine headache."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston checks his speed and approaches cautiously, "...Have you tried taking asprin?"

Preston can think of at least three drugs that prevented such occurances-prosium among them. Then again,Ray probably wasn't open to those options.

[gone_byebye]

"I skipped the aspirin and went straight for the COX-2 inhibitors and high caliber non-steroidal anti-inflammatory pain relievers," Ray says very carefully. "They don't appear to be helping very much."