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Ray makes his way in via the front door, rubbing at his right arm a moment before heading to the Bar. He comes away with lunch- something reasonably healthy this time, as Bar seems to have decided he needs it- and a glass of the green stuff. It's mostly ignored when he sits down, though. He's got a pad and a pencil- actual paper and actual wood and actual graphite, not any of his computer stuff. Either he's jotting down his thoughts in an excessively elaborate code, or he's doodling with a specialisation in very small triangles.

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Scrap jumps up on the table and cocks his head at the writing of Ray. She doesn't seem remotly intirested in him though.

Ray glances up at the kitten. "You're not Scampi," he observes. "Do you speak English? My name's Ray."

What? Around here that's something that could very well happen.

Scrap blinks up at Ray, then places a paw on the paper. With one claw she writes, in a very shaky hand, "Scrap."

Then she mews at Ray.

... that's new.

Ray gets out a clean piece of paper for the kitten. "Pleased to meet you, Scrap," he says politely. "Can I get you anything? I usually have a little dried meat on me in case I run into a creature that wants some."

Scrap licks' Ray's hand in thanks at the paper. And she very cat-cute nods for the meat. The bar gave her what she wanted, but she wasn't above a bit of begging.

Ray grins and digs out a plastic bag that contains shredded, dried meat. "Turkey jerky," he explains, setting some of it down in front of Scrap. "Mostly for the dinosaurs, but you're welcome to some."

Scrap pounces on the meat and her sharp teeth make quick work of it. She mews a thanks and then tilts her head at Ray as if considering him.

The kitten gets a look back. "I'm sorry. I don't speak Cat. A little Dog, a little Raptor, but not cat."

Scrap moves forward and bites lightly on Ray's pencil, and tugs slightly.

"Well, okay," Ray says, handing it over. "But if you just keep chewing on it instead of using it, I'm going to have to insist on taking it back."

Scrap nods her head and trots over to her piece of paper. Slowly and carefully she writes, "Tnk u." She clearly has not mastered writing yet.

Ray smiles. "Take your time," he advises. "You're doing pretty well, considering you haven't got opposable thumbs."

Scrap mews slightly, then drops the pencil. Writing that way was difficult.

With one paw she moves the pencil across the paper, blackening it slightly.

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Atton drops out of the rafters, sliding into the booth next to Ray, eyeing the meal for a moment before dragging it towards him.
"'Lo, caveman."

"Unk unk," Ray says absently before looking up. "That's just chicken salad, you know. Nothing sugary about it."

Atton looks up at him.
"I don't care. Still food." He shrugs.

"All right," says Ray, who wasn't really all that attached to the stuff anyway. He's still got the soda- dark green, faintly opalescent, fizzy, and possibly moving on its own (or not). He's good.

"What's it like up in the rafters? I've never gone up there."

"Raftery," Atton says sagely, nodding slowly. "Are you very shocked?"

"Considering the sheer number of young women with a tendency towards kicking ass who seem to use the area as a semipermanent residence, I was sort of picturing a city in the treetops kind of affair," Ray says. "Oh, well, guess I was wrong."

"If there's a city up there, I haven't seen it," Atton grins. "So, a lot of young kickassish women go up there? I've only met one."

"I can think of at least three off the top of my head," Ray says. "Faith does- or she used to. I don't know if she's been up there since she got married. Mel does, although Mel's currently about as tall as my pencil, so you might not have seen her lately. And there's ... I think her name is Stephanie. Blonde girl, about fifteen years old maybe?"

"I've met Steph. Never met Mel or Faith, though," He considers this for a second. "Though I reckon I may have heard of Mel."

"She's on Security," Ray says. "Blue hair, blue lips, scar on the face, tattoo on the arm, big red axe. I'd say she's hard to miss, but there's the size thing going just at the moment."