milliways_bar | Re-Entrance Post.

Re-Entrance Post.

Peter walks into the place, looking pretty wiped, also slimed in various spots on his uniform, though he avoided his hair.
"Whew, made it!" He trudges up to his room to drop off his gear, and get changed.

A while later, he's got a big mug of coffee, a thick packet of notes, his notebooks, and some food.

He's keeping an eye for familiar faces, especially another Ghostbuster he needs to pass the notes onto.

Feel free to stop by.

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"Pfff. I don't have anything to trade with. What've I got that you'd want?"

"I dunno, your boundless energy would be handy some mornings for early busts." Peter shrugged. "Eh, how you been doing with your own training?"

"Hm." Ray considered that. "Well, maybe. If you take the part where small planes make me airsick as well..."

He smiled a bit. "Reasonably well. I've taped a sign to the ceiling over my bed so that I get smacked in the face with a reminder to follow the exercises as soon as I wake up. That's both here and at home, mind you. My world's you thinks I'm nuts, but Winston's shown some real interest in the exercises and meditation, so he's been following along as I go."

"Yeah, the me on your world should be following too. How's he holding up?"

Peter added, "Been making sure I practice whenever possible. Even while I was away in that world. Got some odd looks too, including other me, but he didn't say anything about it."

"Pretty well, actually. Although your news has caused another divergence from the events of your timeline, nonexistent lawsuits aside." Ray smiled, just a little bit. "Janine was so horrified when she heard about Tully that she dropped the whole awkward flirting bit and just straight-up asked Egon out on a date- and he accepted. They're pretty much an item now."

He nodded. "My world's you gave up on the weird looks awhile ago, when he realized they weren't having any effect. The, um, number of patents for minor technologies that I've filed for since coming here for the first time hasn't hurt on that front either. We're starting to see a small but serious income stream from licensed technologies like power cells, repulsor charges, and the like."

"Hey, that's great. About time that egghead got some." Peter chortled. "Though the Tully in our world never got that bad. He's a twerp, but he is good with numbers. But those patents will make things a lot better with money if it goes as well as yours."

Ray smiled. "Yeah. And before you ask, I haven't seen Romana since the last time we talked, so don't pester me about that just yet.... I'm still working on adapting Naraht's Dendromys vehicle to pure twenty-first century tech. The tritanium's nice, but we have no way of getting that in 2004. It'll be really useful to be able to sell those, though."

Since Peter was considering asking Ray, he throws him a look.

Getting better on the telepathy, buddy?

I haven't picked up any if that's what you're asking, and believe me, I've tried. I seriously think that part of my brain might have been diverted into mechanical and electrical understanding instead of being used to process the normal telepathic impulses. Well- as normal as telepathic impulses get, anyway.

"Oh, eh, never know, Ray. According to Egon, we're all liable to get something. Never know, you may yet join the freak race." Peter grinned a little.

Ray shrugged. "I've been hearing people call me 'freak' since the fine, upstanding, red-blooded members of Oratory Prep's football team caught the smallest freshman in the history of the school reading Wild Talents by Charles Fort. I've about given up on actually earning the title."

Peter made a face at this, "Sorry, Ray. Forgot how hellish your school years were before we met."

"It's okay. It could've been worse. And at least we did meet- can you imagine what I'd've gone through at Columbia if you hadn't been there? I mean, I just turned fifteen that year..." Ray shakes his head.

Peter shrugged, "No idea, rather not think about it." He knew that if he hadn't met the guys he probably would ended up being a con man like his old man, or worse.

Ray nodded. "Probably for the best." He didn't mention the fact that he'd still have wound up doing the paranormal schtick anyway, if only because his roommate was Michael Draverhaven- a fact he did his best to keep carefully mentally shielded.

"Oh, back on the training note- have you actually seen Master Windu lately? I've been doing all the practicing he wanted, like I said, but I'm probably going to be pursuing further studies with one of the other Jedi Masters who turns up here from time to time..."

"Yeah." He nodded. Better not to think of the what if's. That gets tiring.

Peter then said, "Uh not lately no. Been getting help where I can find it. And there's others in here?"

Ray nodded. "I haven't seen Yoda since the first day he turned up here," he said, "but Qui-GOn Jinn- Obi-Wan Kenobi's old master- is around a lot. He's one of the dead ones, but he's got a body and stuff instead of being a blue Force ghost like the ones in the movies. He's really cool. I think Anakin's a Master now, too, but I don't know how you'd feel about practicing with somebody who used to be Darth Vader, even if he is a good person now who seems to've made up for his old crimes over the course of a very long time. And of course, there's Luke himself, but I haven't met him yet. Tahiri and Jaina trained under him, I think."

"Not sure, I guess I'll talk to them all, see how it goes. Since this PK thing's going more into their territory, isn't it? Wonder how the ghosty sense would work with their Force though if at all."

Ray nodded. "I got a PKE measurement on at least one aspect of the Force- Master Qui-Gon levitated a cup across the Bar for me so I could see the numbers. It's way out on the end of the PKE spectrum- I mean, we can barely even measure it, but there it is. Fascinating stuff. Master Qui-Gon's currently got my copy of Tobin's Spirit GUide, since I was talking about my world's ghosts and he wanted to see what they were like."

Qui-Gon is probably Ray's favorite Jedi in the entire bar, and it shows.

Peter nodded, "So maybe Master Qui-Gon's the way to go, huh?"

He then realized something, "Oh crap, and I can't believe you didn't think of it. I think you're slipping, Ray. Want me to try the PK trick again, only with your meter this time?"

"He might be, yeah," Ray said. "I mean no offense to Master Windu, but the guy scares me sometimes. I'm sure he's a brilliant and powerful Jedi, but there's something about him that makes me nervous."

"... I meant to have it out when you did that bit with the pencil, Peter. I'm sorry." Blame it on his mun being overheated. "Okay, here, we're set- let's see you do it now."

"He seemed all right mostly, but kind of see what you mean. Reminds of me of some of my professors."

Peter then nodded, only he tried the pencil from being still to see if it works. It shivered a little, twitching back and forth, and then started rolling on its own. Just before it got to the edge, it paused, and then rolled back a bit faster this time.

"Maybe it's just me, then. I got the creeps around different members of the Endless than you did, too."

He settled back to watch the meter's numbers, nodding. "Interesting. That's pretty impressive, Pete- you're definitely going up in strength, if the readings here are anything to go by."

"Yeah, at least the ones I met creeped me out. They might all be like that to me." Desire and Dream certainly gave him the heebies-jeebies. And he definitely didn't want to meet Delirium. And not thrilled about talking to Death either.

Peter continued with moving the pencil around as he spoke. It was now spinnning slowly on the table. Though the movement was a bit more jerky and erratic now.

Ray's eyes drifted from the meter to the pencil, and then up to hsi friend's face. "Do me a favor," he said thoughtfully. "Try and call something pleasant into your mind as you're fooling with the pencil. I want to see what effect that has."

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