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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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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.

"Yeep!" she squawks, although the noise is muffled. She tumbles backward, still keeping her grip on the rope. The little raptor jumps back on her feet a moment later, attacking the rope again.

He can't help it; he laughs and reaches for the free end again, but only tugs at it lightly before letting Scribble rip it from his fingers. She's earned it.

Scribble hops backwards, still clutching onto her end of the rope. She squeaks as best she can-a rather triumphant little sound.

"Good girl!" Ray says. "That's my girl. Um. Your momma's girl. Is she around here somewhere?" He glances up to see if the big dinosaur is anywhere to be found.

Sure enough, Raptor Red is trotting in their direction, snorting to herself. She chirps at the scent and sight of ray, though-she recognizes that fuzzy tickbird, and it seems the chicks are safe and busy. The raptor jumps, landing near Ray with a thump and tilting her head at him. "Snnhhhr?"

Ray smiles, refraining from showing his teeth, and touches the bar again. "Hamburger for Red, please," he says. "Raw, no bun."

In deference to Red's size the burger in question is slightly larger than Ray's head. He places the meat and the dish on the floor and backs away from her, avoiding stepping on the babies if he possibly can manage.

The chicks dart out of the way of Ray's feet, "Yeep!"ing at their mother and showing off the toys. Raptor Red sniffs each chick carefully, then turns her attention to the meat, shooing Kona away before she gulps it down quickly.

"They've been very good," Ray says, knowing that momma doesn't understand a word he speaks. "Really smart, too. They're going to grow up to be fine hunters one day, I'm sure of it."

"Snnrhrr." Raptor Red finishes gulping down her meal, nosing at the chicks again and sniffing at the toys. Ray is given a curious look, but then she sits down, scratching the side of her neck with her back claws. Kona decides to use her tail as a pouncing target, while Tiger takes the opportunity to try and bury the Kong in the remains of Chase's shoe. Scribble, meanwhile, drags the rope back to Ray.

Ordinarily Ray would offer to scratch for her, but, well. CLAWS. I mean, come on. CLAWS. He might have the survival instincts of an eggplant, but even an eggplant doesn't reach straight into being gutted. He hastily looks down instead and- "Oh, hey, you're back, huh?" He crouches carefully, hoping that Mom doesn't decide he's doing something dangerous, and reaches for the free end of the rope.

She watches Ray, but doesn't make any threatening movements-instead, she's distracted by Kona, and snorts at him as he nibbles on her tail tip. Scribble growls in her high-pitched way, shaking her head and tugging.

Chuckling softly, Ray wiggles the rope back and forth before giving a short tug and letting go. "Good girl, Scribble. Good girl."

Scribble hops backwards with the rope and gives it a shake, then hops forward again. She lets it rest against the ground for a moment, keeping her jaws on it and watching Ray.

This is almost exactly what he was hoping for. Watching the little raptor- he's hoping to learn her kind's gestures for 'wanna play now', since dogs have one that's fairly obvious and cats have that tail tip thing they do- he reaches for the end of the rope with exaggerated slowness.

Scribble squeaks and yanks thr rope back as he reaches for it, bouncing from foot to foot. Raptor faces aren't made for expression, but the noises she's making sound pleased.

Oh, this is just too cool. Ray makes a faster grab for the rope this time, now that it's out of his original range. "Gimme that..."

"Rrt!" Scribble dances back again, still aiming to tease with the rope. Mine! Raptor Red eyes ray and Scribble lazily for a moment, then turns her attention back to a wrestling Kona and Tiger.