"Hey, Bar?" Ray calls as he comes through the door. "Could you possibly be so kind as to loan me a copy of William T. Innes' Exotic Tropical Fish in its most recent edition? I find myself in need of...glowing object that you wave your fingers over in midair' stage of book development. "... huh. Well, um, okay." He shrugs to himself and heads to his seat to figure out how to work the dang thing

SUDDENLY, BANANAS! ... thousands of them! No, seriously. They're pouring in through the door. Just- thousands of bananas, piling up in a huge yellow heap that at least promises to block the flow of even... Venkman, you- oh, Milliways. Never mind." He eyes the pile and heads over to the Bar to ask for a shopping cart and a shovel. The Loompas are gonna get pissed if he leaves this for them to handle

Bar is occasionally weird about time even within her precincts. Some people go into the bathroom, or upstairs, and get stuck there for ages on end from one side's perspective- but only a few moments from...OTC painkillers and some tissues that won't take off much more skin from his nose. Fair warning, the man's still infectious. [OOC: yeah, he's still an IMDB Flu vector, for those who're interested.]

"Oh, man, that's just about the last I need to see of- whoops." It's been a long time since the Animated Continuum's impinged upon Milliways, but when it happens, it happens. Red-headed Ray blinks a few times and looks around him. "Wow. I don't think I recognize anybody today."

With the hustled entrance of one Not!Ray doing that 'trying not to jostle the bladder' sidle through the front door "Bathroom,bathroombathroom...Oh you have GOT to be shitting me." Tiny Not an Evil Genius Tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow This post is likely to end up resulting in slowtimes, but here for great crack

Ray's trying to get through October without caffeine this year. Venkman is taking bets on how long before Ray snaps. Even Miss Eartha, the golem that Egon created last November, is in on the pool. Ray...more often than usual. Not every time, just a fair amount of the time. This is what happens when you're both Force-blind and sleep-deprived due to overwork. He'll get better eventually, we promise

The door opens on a firehouse in New York City in mid-September. "There are tentacles in my kitchen and I did not put them there," announces Ray to no one in particular, "and frankly right now I think...me from the fact that I desperately need coffee right now?" The napkin covered in small-text snickering does not help much, but there'll at least be something to eat afterwards. [tinytag: Joan of Arc]

The door opens on a firehouse in New York City in mid-September. "There are tentacles in my kitchen and I did not put them there," announces Ray to no one in particular, "and frankly right now I think...got that'll distract me from the fact that I desperately need coffee right now?" The napkin covered in small-text snickering does not help much, but there'll at least be something to eat afterwards

Jackson Harley aka Mr. Saturday has arrived in Milliways. Annabelle isn't keen on anyone she knows being unprepared, so a veritable slew of notes is being left with the Bar. "An old enemy of mine...Nicholas Fury, Diego, Teddy Altman, Penny (Penance), Richard Ryan, Jennifer Landers, Philip Marlowe, Mia Ausa, Moist, Mr. Jacquel, Jerry Lukacs, Dr. John Vatic, Tyler Marlocke, Tanya Adams, Spoon.

[OOM: Ray's been preparing for October in his world. In a potentially very dangerous way .] Ray makes his way into the Bar this morning with a sheaf of papers roughly the thickness of the Queens phone...materializes. "Thank you," says Ray, and sits down to start going over the papers; they appear to be records of marriages, births, and deaths from the late 1920s. He is, however, eminently botherable