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Ray's awake, which is a start.

He's in the Bar, which is also a start.

However, by the look of him, he's having some difficulty with the concept of 'cocoa puffs are food'.

Possibly he could use some assistance?

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[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria happens to pass by, with Alex in his carrier, and eyes him with some amusement.

"You okay there?"

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"Mnh?" Ray glances up from where he has about half his face mashed into the palm of one hand. "Nh. sorry. 's morning. Up too late last night memorizing Sumerian incantations." He glances down at his bowl. "I don't even remember ordering this."

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you didn't", she suggests. "Maybe the Bar just thought you should have it."

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Ray brightens, at least a little. "She does that, doesn't she? Okay, then. I can live with that..."

He looks up a little more closely. "As my brain's still not quite working, refresh my memory. Should I recognize the niblet there?" He gestures to the baby.

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

"Hmm... not sure. His name's Alex, his dad's Michael Guerin, if you know him?"

[supersymmetry]

Fred needs more friends before doom happens.

Therefore, she is passing by Ray's table, still having not gotten around to getting a room for herself, and thus having slept in a chair.

"Hey, Cocoa Puffs! That's a great idea." she exclaims, in her sleepy-crackish state.

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Yes. More friends are good especially when everything's about to go doomy.

Ray glances up. "That what they are? I don't remember ordering breakfast." This would, perhaps, explain why his coffee is yet untouched. Or perhaps it's the other way around. At any rate, he scratches vaguely at his face. "I don't think I know you. Do I know you, or do I just need to wake up more?"

[supersymmetry]

"I don't think you know me, and you haven't mistaken me for anyone else, which about half the people I meet seem to do, so there's a point in your favor." Fred says, with a smile.

"I'm Fred. I also forget to eat, occasionally."

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Ray rubs at his face again and remembers to sit up straight. "I kinda suspect that would require me to have more processing power online. I'm not good at making associations this early in the m-"

He stops as the name gets through his skull.

"Fred," he says slowly. "For the love of Rassilon, please tell me that's not code for 'I'm actually Romana after her third regeneration'?"

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"..."

Fred blinks at him.

"Um. It's just short for Winnifred, last time I checked?"

[inquisitivehero]

"Cocoa Puffs are good, Ray."

He rifles a pouch and pulls out a package with yellow things in it and puts it next to Ray's bowl.

"So are twinkies."

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Ray eyes the Twinkie as if he expects it to leap out of the package and bite him.

"... refresh my memory. How do I get those open again?"

[inquisitivehero]

Hank extends a claw a rips them open smugly. Then he raises an eyebrow at Ray.

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Ray, for his part, looks at the claw. Then he looks at his own hands, which are thick-fingered and short-nailed and marked in several places with electrical burns, but otherwise human normal.

"I don't think I have one of those."

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Hank eyes Ray's hands, hmmms, and pulls out a small cup looking thingy about a half-ionch across and hands it to Ray.

"Put this on your finger. Be careful with it."

When Ray does so it will reveal a claw and grip his finger gently. The claw is dullish bu when drawn down against something will cut as a knife.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Here's a Venkman, and he seems different somehow. You thought he seemed vaguely responsible before? Sort of grown-up finally?

Brother, you ain't seen nothing yet.

He came downstairs for his morning coffee, carting a stack of books, and his notebooks.

"Uh, Ray? That's not all of your breakfast is it?"

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"It's cereal," Ray says. "Perfectly civilized morning breakfast. There's milk in it. I've also got coffee. What else do I need?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Something a little more balanced?" Peter went over, "Hey, Bar? Could you whip up something resembling a more complete breakfast for Ray here? Put it on my tab, thanks sweetheart." A tray of food which looked to have eggs, toast, hash brown potatoes, some bacon, a couple of pancakes, some orange juice in a pitcher with glasses, half a grapefruit in a bowl, and some fruit salad appeared.

Peter stared at that, "Uh, thanks, I think?" He made a couple of trips to place the food on the table, putting his books underneath to make space.

"Uh, if it's too much we can always split it, right? I think Bar went overtop, or she thinks you haven't eaten a real meal in a while."

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"I've been eating!" Ray protests. "Vegetables and everything!... grapefruit? People actually eat that stuff?"

He prods at the thing with a spoon and a look of morbid curiosity.

"Anyway. How're you- oooh, bacon!- doing this morning?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter studied him, not buying it for a second, "Sure you have, and getting the recommended 8 hours a night, too, right?"

He sighed, "Please tell me your bed looks slept in at least? We're not in college, you don't have to pull all-nighters anymore."

Off the grapefruit, he shrugged, "Yeah, some do. The red kind's not bad."

"Fine. Just been doing some heavy thinking, and realizing some things. Met Serena the other day, and first of all, wow, vampire and all, but whew! Though Dana doesn't have to kill me, just lookee, no touchie *at all.*" Even though she wasn't exactly helping matters with the free show.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Ray!"

Asar-Suti, with coffee.

"Do you know yet when we'll be going? Gil finds too many King Kong movies at once boring."

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"Soon would be good," Ray says. "I just need to round everybody up and talk to Andrew about his spell ideas. Hey, can you throw a human being straight up in the air really hard, by any chance?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"I'd use tiger shape for that; much better leverage for throwing prey around. Erm, people, I mean. Unless I use giant ape shape. Why?"

Asar-Suti is always open to weird ideas that come out of the blue.

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"Welll, if Andrew hasn't got a rift closing spell, or even if he does, we've got Ivo Shandor left to deal with. I don't want to kill him, I'm not a murderer, but it's not like we can exactly put him in jail without all hell breaking loose on the metaphysical front. I was thinking the most poetically just way of dealing with the guy is to throw him through the rift. He likes the Sumerian gods so much, let him go live with them.... and Giles said that that might go a long way towards closing the rift."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Yes, that works, in my personal experience. I can do that," Asar-Suti says, with a face as if he'd been slapped, had a bucket of cold water thrown over him, and then had accidentally bitten on a cactus.