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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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Well, that's okay. Ray has nephews. And they like sugar. It's not all that different, except that Alex and Joey probably can't bite Uncle Ray's radial arteries open if he's careless.

He tugs at the rope again, first lightly, then more strongly. A little waggling from side to side precedes each of the straight-on tugs.

"Rrr! Rrrt! Yeep!" Scribble bounces as she tugs back, gigging her claws as best she can into the floor. She still scrabbles to try and keep her balance, though.

Ray smiles a little and gives one more tug before sloooooowly releasing the rope. Maybe this time Scribble will pick up on the visual warning signals and not fall over?

Sure enough, she does and manages to hold her ground. Scribble may be small, but it seems that she's not lacking in brains. "Yeep!"

"Bravo," says Ray. "For that, you deserve a snack." He reaches up and touches the Bar from where he crouches, and is rewarded a moment later with a packet of beef jerky. He picks out the largest piece and tosses it her way.

"Yeep!" Scribble drops the rope and pounces on the jerky, gobbling it down in fast gulps. She glances over to her sleeping mother and siblings for a moment, making sure no one will try to steal her food.

"It's okay," Ray murmurs. "They're asleep, and I've got more for you." He holds out a smaller piece.

[OOC: should probably slowtime or fade to black, as I have work in the morning, but this's been lovely!]

Scribble hops closer, chirping as she goes closer to take the offering.