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[OOM: Ray's sister contemplates the untenable situation with her boys, and gets one hell of a surprise.]

Ray went home last night. Sanity time in your room at Milliways is all very nice, but eventually you really want to get back to New York. That, unfortunately, has not quite happened yet. It takes a while to get back to the city from New Mexico

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How about a Los Angeles Police Officer? Last time you saw him he was looking for a drink that didn't exist unless you thought about it. Today he's got a copy of variety, seemingly unimpressed by the daily hollywood activity.

He also seems decidedly irritated. Something to do with his cellular phone. He's practically banging it on the table.

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Matt stares.

"...Dude. What is your malfunction." He looks kind of perplexed. And freaked. Where's a cop when you need one?

Oh.

"...Uh...Yeah. Yith. Right. And every day I ride home on a giant octopus because my paddle broke on the way to school and I couldn't find a wooden leg. Uh Huh. That sounds like some weird speed drug man."

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Ray just shakes his head mournfully. "Never mind. I'm sorry, Officer, I shouldn't even have brought it up. It was a literary concept from the 1920's, having to do with sudden changes of interest and apparent personality drift. I could explain it in more detail than that, but I don't think it would go over very well if you ever got to that new therapist."

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"...Are you saying I'm stupid?" Matt's doing that thing that really annoying expressive people do. He leans forward, basically adding accents with his body to each of the words, "...Hey. I read. Readers Digest. Come on Doctor Stanz, I thought I explained to you my...learning disability."

Pause, "...Not like it's a problem though. I mean, I'm gonna go back, explain, they'll help me out.

Matt is most definately not himself. He would never admit that. To anyone.

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"I'm saying that if you ever read the works of H. P. Lovecraft, I'd be really surprised," Ray says, maybe just a little more sharply than he really meant to.

He probably shouldn't have let his shields flicker, either. Not with the things he saw and fought on the Space Station still in his head.

Oops.

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Oh you-

Matt visibly reels, "-What the hell man?"

Ow. That's just-Ow.
But the power of Tofu's strong.

"....These migraines." BIG. TENTACLED THING "...God. I think I feel one coming on. You get Migraines Doc?"

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Ray suppresses a sigh and says, instead, "Ninety percent of all migraines are caused by caffeine withdrawal. You'd better get to work on that coffee of yours. It'll do you more good than any medication."

ha. ha. ha.

Oh, and the shields are going back up like NOW.

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"...I thought you'd never say anything." Matt grins, "I gotta tell you though, ask for a frap next time you're in the mood for something caffinated man." He tips his glass to him, "...This stuff-Whatever Bar's done to it's coffee is just awesome...like a sale at southcost plaza awesome."

"And is there anything you can do for my phone? Or has she gone to the great cellphone pit in the sky? It's good eitherway. I probably ought to change to Verizon. You know they get wireless internet what sort of plan've you got?"

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"Nextel," says Ray. "We need the instant phone-to-phone communication feature on the job. I'd talk to Andrew Wells if I were you; the coverage he got on his cell phone was the stuff of legend, but I never found out what company he uses. I think this one can probably be saved."

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"...And me without my PDA." Matt growls, "...Lemme grab a pen and get the name from you again so I can find the guy tomorrow. This place needs a fucking tower. And internet? I need to post to my blog."

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"I didn't know you had a blog," says Ray. "If I spot an Internet terminal I'll let you know. HIs name is Andrew Wells. Blond, shorter than me, I think he's a California kid by birth..."

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Matt nods. It's unclear if he's really listening anymore or if he's just nodding, "Good point."

The blog thing however makes Matt raise an eyebrow, "...Everybody, who's anybody, has a blog."

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"Well, have fun updating yours," Ray says with that slightly strained look that comes when he is pretending a cheerfulness he does not feel. "Me, I have to go see a man about a dog."