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Ray makes his way in through the front door with a bag over one shoulder. It looks heavy. It rattles a lot.

It isn't too heavy to carry upstairs, thoguh, so it's gone when he comes back down.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht is almost finished with her waffles when he comes back down.

Now listen, Naraht. I know you're experiencing desire and attraction. And I know that he's your closest friend as well as cute so you, think he's perfect. But he is off limits, you understand.

That little pep-talk out of the way, she calls out. "Morning, Ray!"

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Ray looks up and waves. "Morning, Naraht!" he calls cheerfully; some names shouldn't be shouted across an entire room. He makes his way over to where the mermaid is sitting. "How's it going?"

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She gestures at the books. "Bar suggested I do a little homework."

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Ray glances over the books, eyebrows rising. "Well, that ought to cover a few bases," he says. "I'm a little surprised she didn't dump Our Bodies, Ourselves on you, but that is sort of tailored for human women and has all the politics stuff in it... Found anything interesting so far?"

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"A few things," she says with a sigh as she pulls one of the mythology books out of the stack. "The thing is, these books are all written for a human female. And I am not human. I'm worried there might be...differences that might trip me up here.

"I've been reading about mermaids and sea nymphs...and stumbled across and antiquated psychological term."

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"Oh, oh," Ray said. "That doesn't sound good. Should I ask?"

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She shoves over the book, open to the definition of nymphomania.

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"A-heh," says Ray after a bit. "That, uh... that could be trouble, yeah. Whoo."

He sits back in his chair, looking just a bit embarrassed.

"You, um, wanna talk about it?" he offers after a while.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

She pushes her nearly empty plate away and leans her elbows on the table. "It's just...how the hell am I supposed to know if I have that or not. I mean, any sexual desire at this point is abnormal for me. Though Mother told us it's rather powerful when it does come. Probably because 'the end is near' so to speak..."

She sighs. "I ran into a person last night. Lobo. Powerful, impressive being. He made a few...suggestions." She runs her hands through her hair. "I didn't even know the man and I was seriously considering taking him up on it."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting nearby reading the paper. He looks up when Ray comes back down.

"Morning, Ray. Do you want a cup of tea?"

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"Nah, I'm good, thanks," Ray says. "It's only technically morning according to my body clock. It was around eleven-thirtyish when I left New York today- we finally got a slow day and I dug out some stuff I wanted to bring here from the Firehouse. Nothing big. Right now I just want some dead cow on a bun."

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Guppy grins. "Just thought I'd save you a trip to the bar. How's the siren out of interest?"

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"Oh- she's had my old room to herself, actually. I moved. I'm done with the substrate, though, so next time I talk to Esk, we'll get her settled."

[guppy_sandhu]

"She's not being any trouble is she? I'm not using 147 at the moment so you could always put her in there if she's taking up your space."

Plus being next door, it's nice and handy.

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"Like I said, my old room. I've got plenty of space of my own now. Heck, I don't even have to keep a path clear to the door- there's bookshelves and things..." Ray grins. "It's all good, Guppy, don't worry about it. How're you?"

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"Overworked, underslept, worried about half a dozen people and coming to terms with the fact that there have now been fourteen deaths in my department in nineteen years and that somewhere people watched it. But putting all of that aside,I'm okay thanks." Guppy replies, managing a smile as he lies through his teeth. He's getting a bit better at it now. Sooner or later he might even be able to say it with eye contact.

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"That's good," Ray says. "You know, I have this bridge I was thinking of putting on the open market. I figured I'd offer you first right of refusal, though. Interested?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There's a sleepy, shirtless Peter sitting at his usual table, trying not to nod off. Looks like the morning wake-up juice he's got in a mug hasn't kicked in yet. He yawned loudly.

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Ray, for whom it is nearly noon, walks by and cannot resist the urge to muss his friend's hair up further. "Morning, Pete!" he chirps.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

That gives him a sleepy-eyed expression of 'Do you have to?' He's too tired to comment on it though.

He yawned, "Hi Ray. Never could understand how you do it?"

"How you can be insanely energetic and cheerful in the morning? When decent people tend to sleep in." Well, he always prefers to sleep in...

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"Well, first of all, it was eleven-thirty when I left the city," Ray says. "And second, most of the time, it involves giant-sized mugs of coffee. But mostly it's just that I've been sleeping enough lately. You'd be amazed how much difference that makes. Were you aware that you forgot to put on a shirt?"

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"Well, great for ya buddy, wish I could have said the same." Peter snarked lightly.

He then glanced down at himself, "Ah, who cares? Ladies can stare all they like, not like I'm trying to impress anybody."

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"Sorry. Not my fault I haven't been running into incarnations of pure evil lately, or I'd be having sleep problems too, I guess." He smiles, a brief, involuntary thing that suggests he might have had other sleep disruptions lately, but we won't talk about that here.

"Okay, just checking. I guess if the bar doesn't have a problem, there's nothing to worry about- oh, hey, I brought my scuba and snorkeling equipment. You interested? There's a spare set of swim fins."

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"More than just that. Never mind." Peter then studied his friend intently for a moment, and mentally going 'oh?'

He shrugged, "I'm not naked, and the place doesn't have no shirt, no shoes, no service policy, so I'm good."

He nodded, "I guess, what's going on? We're going sharkhunting?"

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Ray's been doing a bit more in the way of shield work ever since he heard about Randall Flagg, whether it'll do him any good or not, so all Peter really has to go on in the smile.

"Huh? No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to go out for a swim and have a look around the lake without worrying about breathing."