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Today was a good day for Ray. He slept late. That's always good. He got home about mid-day and made up for his away-time in New York City. This is also good. Granted, it's amazingly slimy, but hey, he knew that was part of the deal when he signed up, right? Right. The city is safe for another year. Week. Day. Whatever interval of time it takes for something ghastly with too many teeth to pop out of the sidewalk. You get the picture. He did his duty.

Still, the performance of one duty does not excuse one from the performance of another, which is why he's out behind the bar adjusting the settings on his training drone to 'Mr. Sangiovese would like a word with you about your gambling debts' before starting practice for the evening.

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Amanda is out back practicing with her remote and lightsaber but when she see's Ray she turns them off and heads over his way.

"Evening Ray."

Ray looks up from fumbling with his device. "Oh- hi, Amanda," he says. "How's it going?"

"I'm doing well. How about you?"

"Well enough ~~for someone who isn't getting notifications of tags, damn LJ and their server move to the lowest pits of Zandru's hells~~. Another one of my friends turned up here recently, which is always nice."

"Oh that is nice." she smiles, "Did you get my invitation?"

"For tomorrow?" Ray says. "Yeah- I did. I wanted to let you know in person I might not be able to make it. Garion invited me to his Erastide celebration last week, you see. I don't know how long that's going to run, but if the overlap isn't too bad..."

"Well the party is Saturday and reguardless I understand. You are a very popular guy. But if you can make it feel free to bring along your friend." she offers with a smile.

"Saturday?" Ray blinks. "Aw, man. I must've totally misread it. Well, Saturday's almost certainly good if I don't get stuck in my world, so- no problem." He smiles.

"Wonderful. So what are you working on?" she is estatic. This is going to be a great party.

"At the moment?" Ray looks at the remote. "Programming this sucker to try and take out my knees and shins. I need the work. One scar's plenty, thanks."

"Scar, what did you get a scar from?" she sounds concerned.

"The demons in Andrew's world," Ray says. "The shoulder clawing wasn't too bad, but one of those hairy green buggers bit me, and I've got marks I'll be explaining to my nephews for years across half my right calf. Honestly, that's the weirdest dental arcade I've ever seen."

"Yuck. Well at least you've gotten something out of it." Ouch. SHe can't imaging having to worry about them.

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There's another person out behind the bar, stalking towards him with a grim expression and tailed by a very confused Scribble. "Yeep? Yeepyeep?" the chick yaps, not quite sure what to make of her mother's transformation.

Raptor Red's attention, however, is on Ray. "You!" she shouts, not quite sure of his name. "You! Tickbird!"

Ray turns around sharply before he has the chance to turn on his lightsabre. "Um," he says, blinking. "Yes?"

... and then he sees Scribble...

"... um?"

Not so articulate, our Dr. Stantz.

It's then that Red notices the lightsaber and she stops, snorting in surprise. She eyes it warily for a few moments before looking back to Ray. "I need help," she finally says, frowning and noting how odd it feels to have her face move like that.

Scribble moves to dart towards Ray, but is stopped by Red's angry squawk. Even as a human, she can still make some noises fairly well.

Blink. Blink.

Two plus two equals plaid today.

"Red?" he asks hesitantly. "Is that you? What happened?"

She pauses again at the word 'red', trying to figure out if that is indeed her name. After thinking in pictures, it's hard to get used to thinking in words. Finally she nods, then growls as she looks back towards the bar. "I went after a fuzzy tickbird."

Ray is not going to ask who it was. It probably won't help any.

"And they did this to you? That's awful!" He shakes his head. "What do you need from me?"

"I need to know what to do." She snaps her teeth, still focused o the bar. "I didn't know tickbirds could do that."

"Only some of them can," Ray says, unable to think of anything else. "Um... I wouldn't go back to your place any time soon if I were you. Your teeth aren't going to be much good for killing stuff right now."

"I noticed," she growls as she looks back to him. "And I don't have claws. I can't hunt like this." She frowns. "I can't even run well."

"Yeah," Ray mutters. "Sorry about that. We use tools. You'll find that your hands can pick up and hold things better than before- you can use them to hold stuff to hunt with, or at least to kill things with. But you can ask Bar for food now, until you get the hang of hunting as one of us."

Red gives him an annoyed look. "I know how to ask it for food. Whgat I wanted was something that ran, but I could catch." She snorts. "I haven't been able to catch the little furry things lately."

"Oh, that." Ray thinks for a bit.

The image of a raptor with a sniper rifle crosses his mind.

"It's apity we haven't got any sheep," he says hastily. "They're slower than the bunnies, and they're better eating, but there aren't any here."