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[pkeccentric]

[Action → Greased Lightning Garage]

[outwardly, Ray doesn't seem any different from usual. he comes to work early, dresses in the blue coveralls he's been wearing to the garage for the past several days and jumps right into his daily routine with no questions asked, cheerfully working on today's project with single-minded intensity that should be

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Greased Lightning Garage

[sosghosts]

[Pete strolls into work late, as usual. In no real rush to get anywhere. He's pretty good about entering through the garage so that he won't get caught by his manager.

He drums on the hood of the car Ray is working on, a usual hello, but he's caught by surprise when Ray opens his mouth.]

Well. That's one way to put it.

Greased Lightning Garage

[pkeccentric]

[he smiles like Peter is enthusiastically agreeing with him.] You mean the only way.

[as he leans back down, something falls out of his pockets - a crumpled but still very full pack of cigarettes. Ray looks down at them and, for one very brief moment, something comes over him; something distasteful and contemptible, like he's staring at something disgusting.

it's gone immediately and he's all sunshine and rainbows again, turning to look at Peter.]

Can you throw those away for me?

Greased Lightning Garage

[sosghosts]

[He raises an eyebrow at that.]

Are you serious? [He leans over and picks them up, plucking one for himself.]

You got a light?

[pkeccentric]

I'm trying to quit.

[he digs into his pockets until he finds his lighter.]

Here you go. You can keep this, too. Better to hand it over now before you come around later whining for it.

[Action - Greased Lightning Garage]

[drspengler]

[Egon arrives at work at almost the exact same time as Ray... which is weird in itself. He's usually right on time or slightly late. He gets straight to work without bothering to check the storage closet where he and Ray hide their projects like he usually does.

He even gets caught chatting and smiling to customers.]

Absolutely, Ray. You would think we'd only get business from women. They're just too clueless to understand cars.

[pkeccentric]

But look how well it works out for us. Any good business needs a few dupes to thrive. How would we get paid otherwise?

[he smiles serenely.]

If you ask me, this is much better than our old job. That was so forgettable, wasn't it?

[drspengler]

[Scoffs.] I'm forgetting about it already.

[Waves, smiling to a customer as they drive off, insulted and bewildered by their behavior.] Have a great day!

1127 Taylor

[expiatrice]

[Oh...

She's been around town during the day though, so she's already gotten wind of the strange doppelganger incidents that have been occurring to people all over town. She just got home herself, but he seems busy, so...

Oof, that looks like it'd hurt, but she'll just stand by the side and watch, until he either notices her or is done beating the crap out of his evil alien twin. Whiiichever comes first.]

[pkeccentric]

[the position they're in now is more than a little awkward, especially from a distance. and seeing as how they're both covered in that green pod goop, it's pretty difficult to tell which is the real Ray right now until the one with his hands wrapped around the other's neck looks up and spots Ciel.]

Hey, honey! How's it going? [the Ray he's pinning beneath him kicks his legs up wildly, trying to throw the other him off.] Why don't you go back inside and get dinner ready? I'm starving!

[expiatrice]

[Oh dear.

Bringing a hand to rub her temple. Well, opening his mouth made it obvious now.]

Will you be okay with dealing with that...? [DOES SHE CALL HIM MR. STANTS OR RAYMOND OR RAY... She'd offer help, but this looks... er... personal...]

[pkeccentric]

[from underneath his double, the real Ray looks over at her and opens his mouth to scream for help only to receive another punch to the face. whatever words he was trying to form are lost in the ensuing shriek.]

Oh, I'm almost done here.

[and for good measure, the doppelganger grabs him by the shoulders and hammers his hand down into the ground over and over until, after what feels like a very long time, Ray stops putting up a struggle. he coughs wetly and his double lets him go with a satisfied smile, turning his attention back on Ciel briefly.]

- Say! Do we still have those cinder blocks in the garage, pumpkin? Would you mind getting me one?