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[OOC: On his way to meet the representatives of the Great Lemurian Empire, Ray stops in Boise, Idaho for the night. There's more to Idaho than potatoes, though.

There's potentially haunted strip clubs, too.]

The door opens on a classically bedraggled Ray. He did try to dress respectably this morning, with a suit and a button-down shirt and all, but there are issues with looking respectable when you are actively covered in slime by the long-dead spirits of extremely irritated Methodist missionaries. Also when you have a small wiggly five-armed alien on your shoulder. "Bar," he says, "I'm going to need a glass of the green stuff and a bottle of Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap, please. And a pile of kiwifruits the size of my head, if you don't mind."

Bar obliges.

"Thank you," Ray says, and heads for a table.

[tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]

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"Clever little creature, isn't she?" says Dominic, with a smile far wider than that warranted by his usual intellectual curiosity. "Where did you pick her up?"

"Right here in the Bar, a few days ago," Ray says. "The 'she' thing is a matter of convenience. I don't even know if her species has gender. Jhalak's a female name in one of the nations of my world- we went through a book of names and I read them off until we found one she liked."

"Jhalak," it says, enthusiastically. "It means 'a spark, a glimpse, a sudden motion'." "Clever little creature." "The 'she' thing is a matter of convenience."

"Aww, isn't that sweet?" coos Dominic. He reaches out to tickle what he presumes is the Jotok's underbelly. "Coochy coochy coo..."

Jhalak scuttles away with remarkable speed, ending up clinging to Ray's knee under the table almost before the conclusion of the final 'coo'.

"Bad idea," Ray says. "There's a mouth down there. The top's safer, and even then not without her permission."

He's apologetic about it, though.

"Oh, that's all right." Dominic turns his attention to Ray. "How about you? Chased any fun ghosts lately?"

One limb pokes suspiciously out around the edge of the table so that the accompanying eye might stare up at Dominic.

Suspiciously.

"We just ran into the ghosts of a couple of missionaries in a strip club," Ray says. "Apparently they were pretty unhappy about what'd become of the site they got stuck at when they died. Jhalak, are you all right?"

"Bad idea," mutters Jhalak petulantly, emerging from beneath the table to assume its customary position on Ray's shoulder. "Mouth down there. Not without her permission."

Grudgingly, as it settles in: "Jhalak all right."

"Missionary ghosts in a strip club," says Dominic with a chuckle. "That's great, man."

Ray's thick in the head when it comes to certain things. This is one of them. Nevertheless, he does look at Dominic a moment-

and draw totally the wrong conclusion.

"So how're you and Luna doing, anyway?"

"Anyway," Jhalak echoes absent-mindedly. "How're you doing."

"We're doing just fine, thanks. We're starting to plan the wedding and she got me a collection of my favorite comic book when I was a kid and I might not have a job when the school year starts again! Isn't it great??"

"Very cool, congratulations, and sorry to hear about the job possibility," Ray says. "Good luck on that front, though, definitely."

"Good luck on that front," parrots the Jotok.

"Ah, I've been unemployed before, it's not so bad," says Dominic with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Actually, it is so bad, but Dominic's just feeling so damn good right now that it doesn't matter.

"If you say so," says Ray. "Sounds like you're enjoying yourself overall, though."

"Enjoying yourself."

"Eh, why not? Life's too short to let stuff get to you."

"Possibly a very healthy attitude to take," says Ray. "Good for you. I'm glad things are generally going well for you guys, I really am."

"Thank you very much."

Dominic picks up his crutch and levers himself up out of the chair. "And now I must be off. Nice talking to you, Ray. Take care of yourself!"

Ray, and Jhalak to a lesser extent, returns the wave. "You too, Dominic!"

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