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Val's in the bar, at a table, with papers strewn around her in about four character sets and only Force knows how many languages. Three universes, even. Feel free to boggle. She might even give you a language lesson.

[ooc: Mun having emotional problems again. Please do tag, but know slowtime might be possible in event of total breakdown.]

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"Hey, Val," Ray says, coming away from the Bar with a glass of his green stuff. "How's it going?"

Looking up at Ray, Val grins and starts in, speaking in a rather gutteral language. [Ray! I haven't seen you in...] She pauses, and blinks. "Crap, sorry. Thinking in Huttese at the moment. How're you doing? Have a seat."

Ray blinks, sitting down. "Am I supposed to answer you in Sumerian? And hi, there. Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? I think I need to thank you for more than a few things along the way even so."

"Nah. English works just fine. I'm just thinking in Huttese. Sorry. Bad habit of mine, really." She blinks, curious. "I don't think I really need thanks, but out of curiosity, what was it that I did?"

"Well, we can start with the robes, for one thing," Ray says with a grin. "And the datapad, from Mark, which was especially cool. I have no idea what to do for you in return, though."

Val laughs. "It's really hard to say no to Qui-Gon or Mark, really. Qui-Gon just kinda... Jedis around, and Mark flails. And, really, I wanted to get you something myself, so I just kinda put my touch into what they wanted." She looks a bit sheepish, and just shrugs. "Oh, you dont' have to get my anything, really."

"Yeah, but still," Ray says. "I'll think of something. You watch."

He sips at his drink. "Once I can go home again, anyway."

Val laughs. "If you say so, Ray. You don't have to, but if you really want to, I shan't say no." she pauses, looking a bit concerned. "Are you Bound, or something else?"

"Not bound," Ray says. "It's a friend of mine. His name's Danny- he got whammied by Blodwen's magic, and the wham is still a problem despite her magic being long gone...."

Val blinks. "Force, the things I miss. Who's Blodwen and what did she do to your friend?" She facepalms. "I really need to not spend so much time on Coruscant."

"Blodwen Rowlands, a human representative of some kind of power of evil," Ray says. "She basically reached into Danny's brain and yoinked Mr. Id and Mr. Shadow to the surface. The kid's been submerged under the evil version of his own personality, and that's not even the worst part..."

Val blinks. "Oh. I wonder if that's what happened to Faith. She was acting frelling strange the other day." She pauses, then blinks. "That's not the worst? I almost hesitate to ask what else is wrong."

"I'm told Blodwen kicked the demon in Faith into control, actually," Ray says. "The worst part with Danny is that he's a fourteen-year-old kid, and that he has super powers- derived from the fact that he's partly a ghost. When the evil side's in control, his ghostly powers are strong enough that he could beat up on Gozer and take his lunch money. He could probably wreck most of the Bar left to his own devices... and the good kid's still in there. Aware of what he's doing and completely unable to stop any of it."

Val winces. "Oh, Force. That's horrid. Um. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you guys have enough supplies to take care of him, or is there anyone I can hunt down to help with anything?"

"He's in ghost form," Ray says. "We're managing. What we really need is to get in contact with Dream. I, uh, used up Tim Hunter's wish-ring to find out what has to be done to help him. It involves finding his friends and sister, and then finding Dream."

Val nods, sighing a bit. "Well, at the very least, it's good that you know what to do. Offer still stands, though, if there's anything to need. And if I see Dream, I'll tell him that someone's looking for him."

Ray nods. "Thanks, Val. I appreciate it. Peter and Egon and I are standing watch shifts, which keeps any of us from keeling over from sleep dep, but."

"Well, if you all need someone else, I'm more than happy to take a shift or two. Sometimes you just need more than a certain block of hours off." She smmiles.

"Sure thing." Ray rubs at his face. "I wish I knew what his friends looked li... no, wait, I do. I'll have to try and draw them at some point, though that's gonna suck. I can't draw beyond schematics."

"Completely unrelated note: do you know anyone who can reprogram a homicidal robot dog?"

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