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A glance in the general direction of the door reveals a floor-to-ceiling streak of metal. "Hey!" comes a voice from above. "When did the Bar get a pole?"

There's some scuffling, and some dragging, and then EEEEE SCREEK goes the pole as a red-suited parapsychologist drops down from somewhere else's upstairs. He's got a bag over one shoulder, and he's grinning. "Okay," he calls as he steps away from the pole. "If I know you, I probably owe you a present, so- now would be a good time for you to show up. Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, and a fine and joyous celebration of holidays that've already passed by on the Terran calendar or have yet to arrive on whatever world the rest of you are from."

Having said his piece, Ray heads for the Bar. The pole, for its part, vanishes.

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Isaac looks up to him and quirks an eyebrow. "That's an interesting way to make an entrance..." he says calmly as he stands to his feet and smiles softly to the man. "Looks like you've got quite a load there...Do you need help with it?"

Ray grins. "My nephews loved it earlier this evening. No, I'm fine- I routinely carry around considerably more cumbersome loads than this anyway. Thank you, though. Are you from a world that celebrates Christmas, Yule, or one of the similarly derived solstice-themed celebrations?"

He nods. "We do celebrate the solstice on Angara. What is Christmas?" he asks.

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"Oh- one of the winter holidays of the people of my world. Religiously-themed, but tacked onto the solstice celebrations of older faiths. It's an eat-until-you're-sick, hang-out-with-the-family, give-people-presents kind of day. Hence the bag- I owe some people."

He thinks for a moment. "It sounds like a great time of year, to say the least." He smiles. "It sounds somewhat like our winter solstice. Though, the eating yourself into illness part of it may resemble more a custom of a friend of mine." Garet always did have more of an appetite than most he knew.

"In some parts of the world, such as my own country, the truly massive eating was accomplished about a moon ago. We just eat a lot on Christmas. Same general idea, though. Mind you, it's not as if everyone in the world celebrates the same holiday, but I do, so."

He nods. "Then you would feel compelled to spread the spirit and emotions of that holiday to those you know..." he thinks aloud.

"Compelled? Not so much," Ray says after some thought. "That would imply that I don't actually like it. In my case, I do. Totally voluntary thing."

He nods again. "Yes, that sounds about right." He sits back down and gestures to the bench across the table from him, indicating that he may sit if he so wished.

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Hank grins, and wearing his santa suit wanders over.

"Hello, ray, an Merry Christmas!"

Ray looks Hank over. "I knew I should've just gone with a Ded Moroz outfit instead..." He shakes his head and digs into the bag. "Romana went off again, so I couldn't go offworld or out-of-time shopping. But here. I played a game of What The Hell Is This at the biggest Asian candy store in Chinatown." To the tune, it would appear, of five pounds.

"There's, uh, something in there involving small dried crabs with salt and spices and a sample pack of something labeled only 'baka chips'. I take no responsibility for those."

hank blinks and grins.

"Thank you."

he grins as he digs into his bag, which shimmer slightly as he does so.

"Ah, here we go."

He pulls out a large box. Inside it are three boxes. First there is A Genius's Guide to Parties, third edition. Then there is a small wormhole communications device with instructions and diagram on how to take it apart to study it. Thirdly, there is a three pound box of Darkest Chocolate.

".... ooooooooooooo," Ray says. The party book is largely ignored, as he's staring at the diagrams. "Thank you, Hank, I appreciate it... Oh, the nephews say hi."

Hank grins.

"You're welcome, and wave hello to them for me. In fact..."

He gets a glint in his eyes and reaches in the bag.

He pulls out two slim trade papaerbacks. He X-men collections collecting Issues #1-66, in plastic bags. He then signs the bags with a flowing script.

"There, give that to them. With my compliments."

Ray grins. "That I will. Admittedly, Joey won't get them for a while, because he's three and his mother won't let him read comic books just yet, but Alex should be okay as long as I read them with him one at a time."

Hank grins and nods. he loved comics as a kid and heartily encourages this.

"Good. hav you been having a good holiday?"

"Yeah, I'd have to say so," Ray says. "The fact that Catherine let the kids come to visit at all is a major step up from the past several years. So that's always good."

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Bonzo notices the changed bar as he comes downstairs from his room. He does note that Petra still doesn't seem to be back, but eh...and then he notices Ray sitting around...and notices that Bar seems slightly different. After a moment of thought, he realizes...it's Christmas. He -really- needs to get with the shopping, doesn't he?

"Ho, Ray. What's up?"

Ray looks up and waves. "Bonzo. Hey there. Merry Christmas and all that good stuff."

Bonzo nods.

"Merry Christmas to you, too. What're you up to?"

Ray holds up his bag. "Present distribution. Um, I think I have a printout of several Web sites on the history of lightsabres around here for you. From my world, not the Far Far Away Galaxy, though."

Bonzo's eyes light up. No, it's not from the Star Wars galaxy. So what? It's cool all the same, and Bonzo looks eager.

"Thanks."

Pause.

"Uh...how much do you know about philotic physics?"

"I studied Val's basic text on the subject every day for six months," Ray says as he hands over the papers. "And between my reading, and my working it through with Dr. Spengler- the one, I might note, who's here in the bar now- we managed to build a dimensional portal capable of returning me to Milliways after I got stuck in another reality for those six months. Why?"