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A long, long time ago, Ray got extremely sozzled celebrating the birth of his good buddy Belgarion's daughter. At home, this would have resulted in little more than embarrassing singing, possibly but not necessarily including invocation of Abdul Al-Hazred the I Just Get These Headaches. In the Bar, for some reason, that kind of intoxication

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[claudiometer]

Claudia's eye will always and forever be drawn by shiny projects. That and, well, follow-up on that note she left never ended up happening, so she might as well tell him she doesn't need it anymore in person.
"Now that looks like it's gonna be interesting."

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"Should be," Ray says. "I haven't worked on it in over a hundred-"

Wait. Wait. Voice recognition kicking in.

"Dear merciful little grey gods of Asgard, I'm sorry, Claudia. The detection analyzer we talked about last time is at home on my lab workbench."

[claudiometer]

"It's okay," she says, waving a hand (not anywhere where she'd hit his components). "I ended up getting home after a while, and... well, I wasn't being Manchurian-candidated, someone else was, and part of what the asshole did to her was have her make it look like it was me."
It's complicated, but it's all sorted out now, including her misplaced anger at Leena. (The big thing there was that she didn't get the chance to beat the crap out of MacPherson for screwing with her family twice, and Leena was there to be pissy at.)

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"Oh good." Ray deflates visibly. "Not that being framed like that is anything like a picnic, obviously, but it's preferable to the alternative. Has everything been cleaned up?"

[12goingon113]

"What language is this?" asks the tattoo'd bald kid in the monk's robes.

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"Mathematics, mostly," says Ray, glancing up. "Although it looks as if I may have lapsed into Russian here and there to explain a few things to myself. I was a little overexcited at the time I originally wrote all this."

"Do I know you? You look vaguely familiar."

[12goingon113]

Aang's sitting crosslegged on a barstool, with his elbows propped up on his knees.

"It's probably the robes. A lot of people think that Airbenders look alike because we all wear the same robes.

I'm Aang."

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"No, it's more of the tattoos, I think," says Ray. "I've met a lot of people here I don't entirely remember. It goes with being older than I look."

"My name's Ray. Good to meet you properly, Aang."

[heatourjail]

"Ray!" It's a newish voice to him, still, but it's coming from nearby. She pauses at the sight of all of those wires. "...Did an electronics store explode?"

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"No, this is more or less what I do for a hobby when I'm not doing it for a living," Ray says. "Hi, um... Juliet, right? Sorry, about half my gray cells are still somewhere else entirely just now."

[heatourjail]

Juliet gives it a thoughtful glance. "What are you going to build." She nods, giving him a sheepish shrug. "You're right - I'm still Juliet."

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"Oh good," says Ray. "Well- I could probably go into a massive amount of fascinating but unnecessary detail right now, but the short version is that I'm pretty sure I can build a very small scale hyperspatial distortion device. For a local area version of the reality warping that allows faster-than-light travel on Star Trek, that kind of thing. Don't tell Captain Kirk about it if you see him, he'll either make Prime Directive noises or be vaguely patronizing."

[waco_jim]

Jim looks up from his copy of Interdimensional Travel for Dummies and smiles.

"Hello, Ray."

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"Hey, Jim." Ray waves a screwdriver in Jim's general direction. "How's it going? Don't mind me, I'll be up for air in a minute."

[waco_jim]

"Pretty well," he says. "Got a trip planned for sometime in the future. Been reading up so I can see what to expect."

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"That so?" Ray says, and glances at the book. "Where're you headed?"

[starrydome]

He really just intend to pass by - but something in the mass of glittering metal and what have you catches his eye.

Although not as bad as some of the Noldo - and let us not get into that right now - he is still enough of a magpie to be attracted to shiny things.

"What-" he asks pleasantly, when the person keeping himself busy seems to be paused enough for it not to be too rude to ask a question, "Is that? If I may ask." Indicating the object in question with an elegant finger, without touching anything.

This is Milliways. He is no fool.

It's more the eyes than the ears that give him away, contrary to popular beliefs. That and the height, the hair, the clothing ...

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Ray puts down his screwdriver and glances up at the question. After a bit of blinking, he clears his throat and says, "Right now, not much. Eventually, a prototype to see whether it's possible to safely pinch space itself around the person using it so that they travel through a great deal of distance in a shorter time than physically possible. Um, forgive me if I get the accent wrong on this, but, Elen síla lumenn’ omentielvo. That's the right greeting, right?"

It's been a while since he had to use that phrase and the other elf laughed at him anyway.

[starrydome]

Elrond, being far too polite to laugh at anyone making a serious effort, smiles and bows his head, returning the greeting graciously.

"Yes, it is. You know Quenya? That is not a common thing here."

He will have much to ask about the other things the Man said once these polite pleasantries are over.

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"A little," Ray admits, wiggling one hand in midair. "Mostly from books, not so much from practice. I met a fellow named Glorfindel here once, but that's about the only time I've ever heard it spoken. My name's Ray Stantz. Most people just call me Ray."