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After some in-bar discussion earlier, Ray retired to his room to check on some experiments and make up for lost sleep. He's awake properly now, and wearing the equations T-shirt. And he's got dinner and a couple of small grey possibly electronic things on his table, along with the creepy green opalescent soda stuff. Come say hi!

[Summary: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBABYDINOSAURSEEEEEEEEE!!! Ray once again displays all the survival instincts of an eggplant as he finds first one, then two, then three baby Utahraptors clustering about his table. They get fed, watered, and played with, and then momma shows up, so she gets fed too. The babies get named Scribble, Kona, and Tiger, and Scribble decides that she likes playing tug-of-war with Ray, which is good, because he likes playing it too.

Donatello shows up at the sight of Ray's T-shirt, and there is discussion of general geekery, then ghost geekery, before Donatello realizes who Ray is. Then Ray breaks out the Map of Milliways Patrons' Worlds and OMG TECHNO FOO. Slowtimed for now.

And Lysistrata comes around, and she and Ray chat, and the possibility is planted in Lysistrata's mind of visiting New York City. Ray indicates that the status of women in his time is fairly high compared to Athens in Lysistrata's day. There is also much discussion of the fact that the Greek playwrights and philosophers are still remembered and taught in the schools in Ray's time, which pleases Lysistrata to no end.]

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"Oh, my God..." Yep. Ray's hamburger is pretty much doomed. Break, crumble, drop, break, crumble, drop. "Have at it, kids. I need to lose some weight anyway."

Wash would die. Wash would absolutely, positively, just plain DIE.

So would Peter, because Ray is now genuinely wondering whether he could possibly attempt domestication the way humanity's earliest ancestors did- single out the pack member least likely to keep up with the rest, feed it, and reward it for desirable behavior.

"Yeeep! Yeeep! Squueeep!" Ray is now a favorite of the unholy trinity, as they happily bounce around his legs as they feed him. Like their mother, they've decided that this is a fuzzy tickbird, and more importantly, a fuzzy tickbird to be remembered.

A fuzzy tickbird who's going to be living on French fries tonight. "Okay, kids," Ray says, getting to his feet. "One more batch of meat and then all I'm going to do for you is scratches and walkies." He heads over to the bar, looking down to make sure he doesn't step on any of the little guys. "One Butterball turkey- fresh, not frozen- a Pooper-Scooper for small dogs, and a set of specimen containers, please. Oh, and a big bowl of water... thanks."

Hey, they've only shown up in the bar tonight. Whatever the little guys put out is going to be genuine, scientific, analyzable, totally Mesozoic dinosaur poo. Imagine the discoveries to be made!

The chicks, being quick learners, follow after him, leaping at his heels. "Yeep! Yeep!" They seem to have figured out that whenever he goes to the bar, he brings back meat.

"Gooooood little monsters. Good beasties," says Ray cheerfully, crouching down as far as he- oh, boy, this is going to be fun, isn't it? He thinks a moment, then sighs and dangles the turkey by its legs for a moment. When the chicks have their mouths full, he sets it down on the floor as fast as he can, a little ways back from the bar so as to avoid people kicking them by mistake. "This is as close as I can get to anything from your time. Unless we get alligator tail, of course, but this should do just fine. Have at it, kiddies."

He sets down the water as well and parks his butt on the nearest stool to watch the destruction of the poor defenseless dead bird.

The chicks pounce on the turkey, quickly ripping it apart as they devour it. Oh, the humanity. Oh, the potential samonella. Little squeaks and squawks can be heard as the chiicks wrestle and grab for scraps, then head to the water.

Eh. Lizard bites carry salmonella all the time in Ray's day, and the lizards never show any signs of it themselves. Ray's just so pleased to be watching this that he's started taking notes on the back of his arm.

The chicks soon finish drinking and begin to play amongst themselves, wrestling each other and gnawing on the shoe. Their teeth, while tiny, do a good job of leaving holes in it. One chick hops over to ray and peers up at him.

Ray sets his wallet down on the bar one more time. "Couple of Kongs and a knotted rope, please."

Yay! Dog toys!

He holds out one end of the knotted rope to the chick peering up at him, shaking it invitingly to see if it wants to play.

"Rrr!" The chick that was watching Ray turns its attention to the rope for a moment. It watches intently, then jumps, sinking its teeth and claws into the toy and hanging on for dear life.

Ray beams and tugs at the rope lightly, shaking it a little to test the chick's strength and persistence. Someday it's going to need to pull meat away from something much bigger, after all. How soon does that strength develop?

The chick snarls and clings onto the rope, shutting its eyes and shaking its head a bit. Mine! For such a little animal-it's the smallest of the three-iy acts awfully fierce.

Ray tugs a bit more- thinking, perhaps, of a Jack Russell terrier- then lets go, wanting to see what the little guy's going to do with it.

"Urk!" The chick makes a surprised noise as the rope is dropped, then proceeds to attack it with renewed ferocity, kicking at it with its hindclaws. They already look quite sharp.

Ray chuckles and leans over to watch, picking up one of the Kongs- quite tough, as it's designed for police dogs to bite on- and looking to see whether the shoe's been murdered yet.

Sure enough, it has. The shoe is in shreds, and the otehr two chicks are playing tug-o-war with a remain piece of rubber. It's already punctured in multiple places by toothmarks.

Okay, then. Time to drop the Kong where the little guys can get at it, then see about trying to grab the loose end of the rope that the little one- Scribble, maybe? That sounds like a good name- was playing with before.

The two chicks glance up as they notice teh Kong, eyeballing it curiously. They're both roughly the same size-one is a few shade darker tahn its siblings, while the other has a particularly striking pattern of stripes and the same green eyes as Raptor Red herself. They both chirp at ray expectantly, while the dark one jumps.

Ray grabs for the other Kong and wiggles it invitingly at the green-eyed one before tossing it her way. Assuming, of course, that the dark one is jumping at the toy rather than at Ray; if it's jumping for his arm, he's going to be dodging as best he can. Either way, he makes a mental assignment: the green-eyed one is to be called Tiger, and the other, Kona.

Kona is indeed jumping at the toy-he goes after it as it's thrown, and soon he and Tiger are working on trying to maul the Kong. It seems it's giving them more difficulty than Chase's shoe. Scribble, meanwhile, is still using the rope as surrogate prey, and working on shredding it.

Ray beams and makes a grab for the other end of the rope. "Hey! Gimme that, you- gimme-" He's not trying very hard. This isn't a domestic puppy and if it bites him, he's going to feel it all the way down to the bone. Still, it's a game worth trying, right?

"Rr!" Scribble holds onto her end of the rope, tugging back and shaking her head. She seems very determined to keep her hold on it-it's just like mealtime, for her.

Ray waits until she's tugging extra hard, then lets go. That'll happen to her someday when she's older and competing for food with bigger raptors. Might as well get her started on learning how to handle herself.

[OOC: NP.]

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