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[gone_byebye]

"There are days," Ray says to no one in particular as he comes through the door, "when I really wish I didn't read the newspaper."

He plops down in his favorite seat near the door and orders breakfast and extra strong coffee from one of the rats. He's going to need it to get through the article in the paper about a pair of supposed bottled ghosts

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[diehard_daniel]

"And how," came a comment from Daniel Jackson sitting at a similar table near the other, "What does yours say?"

[gone_byebye]

"Someone's selling what she claims are bottled souls at auction," Ray says without looking up. "Without independent verification of their status, you understand. I'm just glad this isn't in the United States."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel looked horrified.

"If they were that is very unethical," said Daniel.

[gone_byebye]

"Given that the description of the auction sounds significantly more like she was trading in exorcised ghosts rather than actual human souls it's also horrifically misleading advertising," Ray says. "Not to mention her containment protocols are completely off the rocker assuming that she's actually managed to extract anything spiritual in the first place."

[bprd_agent_red]

"You an' me both, brother."

A table away, Red grumbles and tosses down a tabloid.

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, hey," Ray says, looking up. "Didn't see you there, Red. Sorry about that. How's it going?"

[bprd_agent_red]

"They're sayin' I hooked up with Bat-boy. Can you believe that crap?"

He thumps the top of the paper with his stone fist, then sits back scowling.

"I outta-- " He goes over his options, and his frown sets in further. "Write them a letter, or somethin'."

Because storming over to the Insider offices isn't going to happen.

Turning his attention away from the paper, he looks over at Ray.

"How's it goin' for you?"

[gone_byebye]

"Do you even actually have a Bat-boy, or is he as overblown in yours as he is in mine?" Ray says curiously. With their universes, you never know.

"All right, I guess. We've got the usual supernatural menaces poking their heads up across the city, but nothing too far out of hand, so I'm mostly handling stuff to do with the current Deep One ambassador and his people's requests about commercial tuna catches. Egon's been abiding by his restraining order, that makes things a little easier, and Ecto's preparing for several different financial certification exams once they figure out how to test her without using a computer."

[a1enzo]

"Hey, Dr. Stantz," says Enzo, and, noting his expression, "What is it today?"

[gone_byebye]

"Hi, Enzo," Ray says. "Some woman in New Zealand claims to have sold a pair of exorcised human souls at auction. I very much doubt that that's the case given the procedures described, but nothing good whatsoever can come of it regardless."

[a1enzo]

"Can you even do that?" says Enzo, slightly shocked. "Isn't that like slavery?"

[gone_byebye]

"Precedent exists for legal sales of the souls of the living, where the seller is the original owner of the soul in question," Ray says. "At least in America. I can't vouch for this sale, which is in New Zealand."