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Bar is occasionally weird about time even within her precincts. Some people go into the bathroom, or upstairs, and get stuck there for ages on end from one side's perspective- but only a few moments from their own.

In Ray's case, it's been about a day since he started feeling unwell and went upstairs to take a nap. He's spent that day in bed trying to:

a) drink lots of fluids
b) blow his nose enough
c) get over the sudden and powerful urge to call himself 'Megatron' and start building some kind of bizarre device to extract energy from the world's housecats or something similar
d) bring his fever down a couple of notches without resorting to painkillers.

It hasn't worked so good, so he's downstairs in search of OTC painkillers and some tissues that won't take off much more skin from his nose. Fair warning, the man's still infectious.


[OOC: yeah, he's still an IMDB Flu vector, for those who're interested.]

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[vance_prime]

"It's okay," Alyx reassures him. "Hang on, I'll get you that soup..."

She heads for the Bar and returns a moment later with a large bowl of chicken noodle soup and a fresh box of tissues.

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"Thank you," says Ray. "I-"

He pauses and clutches the edge of the table very, very hard for a while. Finally he says, "Okay. That keeps happening. I have to keep telling myself that if I really was a giant robot overlord from the planet Cybertron I wouldn't have to keep blowing my nose."

[vance_prime]

"And I wouldn't be here offering you food," agrees Alyx. "Maybe you ought to go lie down..."

[gone_byebye]

"You know? That's probably a good idea," Ray says. "I'll just bring the soup upstairs. Thanks, Alyx!"

[vance_prime]

"You're welcome. Feel better."

Alyx turns back to the task of marking train routes on the map.

Occasionally, she sneezes.