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Ray was supposed to take the late night/early morning shift of guard duty on Danny Phantom today, but the way his hours worked out, he's actually in the Bar in time for lunch.

w00t.

Anyway, there's a Ghostbuster with a sandwich and a book on qigong and a quietly bleeping PKE meter at one of the tables, so.

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Is a Librarian.

Watch him, in all his wisdom and intelligence and magical ability, try to figure out a sandwich on a plate.

Well, hey. Some of those sandwiches can be tricksy buggers.

"You pick it up by the bread part and eat it," Ray offers. "It's supposed to keep you from getting your fingers dirty."

"Oook." The Librarian picks it up by the bread part obligingly and bites into it.

It's not bad, considering that all the inner parts have dropped out onto the plate.

Ray winces.

"I, uh, think the stuff between the bread was supposed to stay between the bread. Until you bit it off, anyway."

He considers the situation for a bit.

"Would you rather use a fork, maybe? Or... something?"

"Oook." The Librarian nods thoughtfully, procures one, and stabs the sandwich to pieces with it several times.

Give him a moment, he'll figure it out. "Oook ook?" he continues, pointing to Ray.

Ray picks up his own fork, pulls the middle of his sandwich out, and demonstrates the use of the fork for the picking-up of cold cuts and eating thereof. A few moments later, just to be on the safe side, he demonstrates the use of the other half of the sandwich.

Ohhhhh. The Librarian is wreathed in smiles, nodding and beaming as he gets the hang of it. Borrowing the ever-ubiquitous pen and paper: How are you?

There, Ray has done his educational deed for the day.

"Pretty good," he answers. "I've been busy lately. It's been very strange here- stranger than usual, I mean."

How do you mean? The Librarian tilts his head, curious.

"People- at least one friend of mine, plus a couple of strangers- being infected by this weird... sort of self-aware music." Ray shakes his head. "You can hear it in their voices when they talk, but you also see them doing stuff they'd never do otherwise- putting down the trade they've loved all their lives and picking up guitars instead, to the exclusion of nearly everything else."

The Librarian is sitting upright, alert, intense. "Oooook?"

"Yeah, you heard me," Ray says grimly. "It's strong stuff. We think it got here riding in the mind of a guy called Buddy, but it's infected a bunch of other people- my friend Mark, a guy named Carl, other people... They're going to be putting on a musical performance, a play with songs and dances in, if we can't cure them and drive it out first. We need to find a god or Death or something."

"Oook!" The Librarian bounces out of his seat, almost sending the stool toppling, and hurtles towards the door.

Oh... kay...

Ray raises his voice. "Good luck!" Because really, what do you say to three hundred pounds of muscle-inna-sack when it wants to get somewhere very fast indeed?

"Ook ook!" the Librarian calls cheerfully over his shoulder, before disappearing out the door in a flash.

[ooc: Sorry it took me so long to respond, LJ's being strange...]

Ray sighs, shakes his head, and goes back to his lunch.

[OOC: No problem. Turned out they're doing DB maintenance or something.]

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