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We could say it's been a busy day at home for Ray. And we'd be right, because it has. It's been a busy year. It's been a busy who-knows-how-long. Ray's tried to get to the Bar a few times and it really hasn't worked out well at all. Romana had to rescue him from a couple of places he wound up by stepping through dimensionally unstable doors with

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[_romana_]

Romana would like to note that she isn't that scary. Perfectly normal people have held the deizens of various hell dimensions hostage with a teaspoon before. Really. She's sure of it. She read about it... somewhere.

Either way, she's really hoping they never figure out that it was a teaspoon, not a sacred transdimensional ritual gonad scooper, or whatever she had called it on the spur of the moment. It was lying under pressure - words just come out.

Whatever it was she called it, she doesn't have it now - it's back in the kitchenette on her TARDIS where it belongs. She, however, has noticed her husband has disappeared through a door and didn't come out the other end, so she's gone to investigate.

"I vote," She announces as she drops into the seat next to him, "That your world develop the technology to skip these couple weeks entirely."

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"I think they're working on that at Tsukuba University," Ray says, and sets his drink aside. "When they're not busy irradiating bad whiskey to make it taste better, anyway. Sorry I disappeared on you like that but I just had to make one more attempt at getting here before things went completely down the toilet."

[_romana_]

"Remind me to become a donor to the worthy university." Saving bad whiskey and their sanity? Not a bad course load. "And it is entirely understandable. Too much longer and I may start flinging the slime back at your group's little green friend."

Romana? Not a fan.

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"Venkman would buy you chocolate if you did that, I think," Ray says. "I've been trying to bring Slimer to heel a little better lately, but the training techniques I've been using are losing their efficacy. Remind me to look into alternatives before going back. The less trouble he causes during the winter solstice run-up, the better."

[captained]

After the general mayhem and hullabaloo of finding Milliways the day before, sorting out what was what and exactly how weird the place is, although he's only touched the tip of the iceberg on that last one, Steve managed to get himself a room after checking to see if the Door was still locked.

It is.

He's sitting at a nearby table, in 1940s slacks and shirt, working on a list of things he might want or need while stranded here.

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Ray knows the general bewildered look and faintly lost air of new arrivals to Milliways all too well. Lord knows he's been coming here long enough to see it in all its permutations. He steers away from Francis (not that the robot seems to mind) and heads towards the other table instead.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice- I take it you're new here?"

[captained]

Steve glances up from the admittedly small list, consisting mostly of 'changes of clothing', 'request tub of hot water' and 'ask bar more questions', and smiles a little sheepishly.

"Yes, sir. It's been a day. I think."

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"It can be a little overwhelming at first," Ray says. "Believe me, I know. I used to to be something of an unofficial welcoming committee. Anything I can do to help? My name's Ray Stantz."

[a1enzo]

"Hey, Dr. Stantz!"

It really has been quite a while. Enzo had a completely different voice last time he saw Ray. He was not six feet tall, either.

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"What the- Enzo? Holy Heisenberg, is that you?" Ray says, rocking back in his seat. "Wow, you've grown..."

[a1enzo]

"Did you think I wouldn't?" says Matrix's voice. "Never mind. Milliways. Don't answer that."

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"More like I tend to lose track of time when I have to be rescued from accidental dimensional blunders," Ray says. "How've you been? It's been a while."

[heatourjail]

Juliet wishes she had a camera. And that Shawn were here, because he'd be dying over the robotic dog.

She's just a bit personally fascinated with the moving beverage, too. "Is it supposed to move that way?" she wonders, just a tad green around the gills herself.

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"Always has before," Ray says. "I'm not sure what makes it do that."

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"It's probably the same stuff that keeps Bar working all on her lonesome." At that, she pries her eyes away from the drink and finally swallows hard and smiles at Ray. "That was so rude of me. Hi, I'm Juliet," she offers her hand.

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"That's okay," says Ray, and leans over to shake the offered hand. "Most of the people I know start conversations pretty much that way all the time. My name's Ray. Good to meet you, Juliet."