Raymond Stantz (
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If Ray tries to cram any more Sumerian incantations into his head, there will be an explosion, and it will be messy.
So he's downstairs in the bar with a cup of coffee and a nice sensible engineering journal and the architectural plans for 55 Central Park West.
So he's downstairs in the bar with a cup of coffee and a nice sensible engineering journal and the architectural plans for 55 Central Park West.
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Considering all the people who I've spoken to and the fact that three fourths of them have known what I am, I figure I should be straight with the one guy who was nice enough to welcome me here and explain things. Only fair, really. Besides, if he walked over to talk to me anyway, he'd notice the red eyes since I'd been eating.
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"Not too bad."
I don't look up. I don't feel like opening my eyes yet. Not for Ray, for me. I don't think I can truly convey how horrific a night without my home earth is for me.
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I shrug before wincing.
"Not your fault. Someone told me."
I take another sip and if he notices, fine. My head is pounding and I feel sick.
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I wave him off with one hand and take another sip before looking up to him. I'm well aware my eyes are probably completely red at this point, but as I said right from the start: might as well be honest with the guy. Everyone else had pressed the point.
"So unless one of those healers has some potting soil from Cincinnati, they aren't going to be helping me much."
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"Oh," he says. "Oh, man. Okay, that's gotta suck. No pun intended. And no, I don't think they do- most of them are strictly magical types. I'd offer to try and get some myself when I go back to New York, except there's the little matter of New York being a plane flight away from Cincinatti and there's sort of a major paradimensional crossrip going on there just at the moment..."
There's more of an apologetic tone to his words than anything else, as if he had just been caught with a pantry empty of everything except Coco Puffs by a newly arrived guest.
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Barely. And perhaps not sane, but I'd still be walking around.
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My head's pounding already.
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"Damn."
I throw him a salute before taking another sip.
"God speed away from that, friend."
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Which is not entirely true. Peter only warned him about the lawsuits, and said to beware of Carpathians. It was Ray who went out of his way to find out exactly why. With any luck Peter won't find out.
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He grins.
"I got to open my place. She mentioned it, called me the owner. I hadn't told anyone about it yet."
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I can feel the smile on my face, bright and wide and mildly goofy, but I don't care. It's my dream. And Bobbi's right there, and maybe that's the best part.
"Like no place else."
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Just talking about it made me smile.
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One Guppy with kitten and a mun who doesn't have to go to bed at midnight any more.