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[pre-Milliways: A nighttime vision leads to some uncomfortable conclusions.]

The Front Door opens and a one-legged seer marches in, a bulging canvas bag slung over one shoulder. Dominic heads for an out-of-the-way corner of the Bar, where he sits down in a booth and starts taking items out of the bag and placing them on the table. Out comes a stack of books: Advanced Divination, Secrets of the Planar Pathway, Sorcery and the Ten Planes, and a few others that aren't labeled in any recognizable language. Out comes a binder filled with scribbled notes and arcane diagrams. Finally, out comes a lumpy bundle of cloth, which, when unwrapped, proves to be a globe of polished onyx and a carved mahogany stand.

Dominic has Work To Do.

[ooc: may have sporadic slowtimes throughout the day.]

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The redheaded fellow at a nearby table's about done with his McDonald's shake by now, so he can finally pay a decent amount of attention to his surroundings. The guy with the books and bundles? He looks interesting enough. It's kind of a pity there's no PKE meter in the vicinity, but oh, well.

Dominic doesn't see the man watching him just yet. He's busy cursing at his crystal ball.

"How the hell can he be here and in the middle of a swamp at the same time?! Make up your mind, you piece of--"

"Oooh, is somebody bilocating from home?" Ray says. "I've heard a couple of people show up here when they're dreaming back in their own worlds, for what that's worth."

Dominic's head whips around in surprise at the voice, and he gapes at its owner. "Ray?? Wha--you--how--"

As has been mentioned previously, surprising a seer is difficult but not impossible. And when it happens, the results can be very amusing.

Ray waves with a small smile. "Hi there. You probably know the other me and he hasn't put you in the notes yet. My name's Ray Stantz, but I'm not from the same universe as the me who usually comes here."

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"You're what?"

"There's more than one universe that has the Ghostbusters in it," Ray says. "There's mine, and there's the me who comes to the Bar, and there's a couple of others as well. In my universe, it's 1986 and we went into business for ourselves back in 1983. The me who usually comes to the bar comes from a universe where it's 2007 and we went into business for ourselves in 2003. It's kind of weird to have parallel event lines that don't line up neatly across the time currents, but there's a couple of precedents in the comic books."

Dominic stares at 'Ray' for another long moment, then facepalms.

"I'm stuck in a freaking comic book. That explains a lot."

Ray smiles. "It could be worse. You could be stuck in an animated cartoon. Those are a nightmare."

Dominic doesn't know what an 'animated cartoon' is, there being no television or film in his world, but he elects not to ask.

"At least I know why the scrying spell wasn't working, then..."

"Duplication of spell target is a great way to confound most of the major divinatory magics that I know of," says Ray. "Egon's more of an expert on that than I am, but I know that much, at least."

"Ilka tuk tak," mutters Dominic.* "I don't suppose I could persuade you to leave the Bar for a while so I can try to find your other self?"

"Well, ordinarily I would, but the door's not-"

Ray glances over at the wall, and blinks.

"My mistake. There it is. I should probably step out anyway- most of us are convinced there can be only one of us in any given universe at any given time, and that includes here." He stands up. "In case I don't come back, it was nice meeting you."

"Likewise--oh, wait, I never did tell you my name, did I?" He holds out a hand. "Dominic Deegan."

Ray shakes the offered hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Deegan. Take care, and good luck."

"You too."

Dominic watches him go, then turns his attention back to the crystal.

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