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[OOM: Poughkeepsie and elsewhere: The Aftermath.]The door opens on a New York City alleyway and Ray walks in wearing his jumpsuit, covered in an impressive amount of slime. "I don't know about anybody else," he says, "but I kind of think this might just be the best start to November ever. Also? I really need coffee

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[autocommander]

"Hello, Ray," Optimus ays, "You're slimy."

He's leafing through a book entitled, of all things, 'Flashy Bartender Techniques: The Cocktail Method Of Mixology'.

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"All in a day's work in Inwood Hill," says Ray. "Hi, Optimus. You've got paint again."

He glances at the book. "More research into human behavior?"

[autocommander]

"What with the bar issues, I thought I might offer to step in and take some of the stress off. Garion is going to help me tonight, so I don't make anything fatal or horrific for someone who can't tolerate it." He holds up the book. "This is just so I know what might be expected of me."

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"Ah, gotcha. Good luck with that." He smiles. "Given the nature and variety of the patrons here you could very well get asked for anything."

There is a brief pang of nostalgia on the narration's part for Detritus the troll.

[sorcerysqueen]

"Was the good part the slime, or New York?" Hecate wonders, looking up from her breakfast. True, she didn't have to eat, but she enjoyed it now and then.

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"Honestly? I'm gonna have to say the slime," Ray says. "If only because it's representative of perfectly normal, ordinary poltergeists that just happen to be excessively high in number and activity rather than having the channeled accumulated power of some Santeria deity or the Sumerian powers of destruction fueling their wrath. This was just spooks that liked to throw things. A lot. Which, given my past several Octobers, is a vast improvement in terms of how to start November off right."

[sorcerysqueen]

She isn't at all put off by his referring to poltergeists as 'normal and ordinary'. Live long enough, and nothing is too weird to happen.
"The Santeria aren't so bad. So long as you don't treat them like your personal bloody housekeepers. The rest...I can agree, tend to be drama queens fairly often." She smiles. "Price of innate immortality, may mean one never has to mature. Or understand what mortals already do."

((hello slowishness!))

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"Oh, most of the Gede that I've met are eminently pleasant individuals," Ray says. "Right up to and including Baron Samedi himself. It's just that last October we had to deal with a guy in Brooklyn who'd been leeching bits and pieces of power from them for ages in order to put through a theft of some Revolutionary War gold that'd sunk in an area only the dead could reach."

He glances at the woman thoughtfully. "You're familiar with the deific nature on a personal level, I take it?"