Yep. [said just as he snatches another box.] Granted, they're antiques by our standards but I'm certain we can still salvage some parts. Don't you remember when I made that prototype PKE meter back when we were still at the university?
[he made that out of blender parts and a microwave oven, just so you know.]
Whatever happened to using a normal oven? [easy answer: Peter's a lazyass. hypocritical thing to say from a guy whose lifeblood consists of take-out, but Ray never claimed to be anything else.] That's all we'll be using here. Microwave ovens were expensive in the 50s, so I don't think we'll have much of a choice.
[...oh jesus christ, what just happened. the cart comes to an abrupt screech, nearly swerving into the side of a shelf, and Ray is left staring at the scene of the crime.
the fact that there's a dog in a hardware store doesn't seem to faze him that much. he's more hung up over his awful deed.]
O-Oh God... [he crouches in front of the animal, trying not to panic.] Please, please, please don't be dead. Oh jeeze -
[yeah it's looking pretty dead except it's a bit too big to be a dog don't you think, the face just isn't right...
oh its eye opened
oh
it's laughing
And where there was once a dead dog, there is now a rather human-looking young girl, who is laughing her ass off.] You should've seen your face! Fucking priceless!
[Oh, and when she changes from her wolf form to her human form? She's a bit completely naked. Have fun with that.]
[the more he looks at this thing, the less it resembles a dog. the snout's too long and the ears are too pointy, kind of like a -
oh. well. explains a lot, doesn't it? naturally, Ray's first instinct is to jump back which doesn't really translate well when he's crouching; all he accomplishes is falling flat on his ass and against the cart, which rolls off to hit the side of the shelf with a dull thud, knocking several boxes of lightbulbs onto the ground.
he looks really, really afraid and more than a LITTLE embarrassed. natural, right?]
[Oh, don't feel too bad Ray. It isn't particularly hard to miss the kid with him crouching and looking around at the bottom shelves. He gives a gruff little sound of pain as the cart collides, and immediately glares at the man.]
Yeah? Maybe you ought to get your eyes checked then.
Maybe. I only wear glasses for reading; maybe I should take the next step and upgrade. [he gives a little apologetic smile, then crouches down to offer Pokey a hand.] What're doing down there for anyway?
Pliers, huh? [strange, he doesn't look like the kind of kid who'd need something like that, but who's Ray to judge anyway? when he was 10, he spent his time taking apart remote-controlled cars to see how they worked.
looking back over at his shopping cart, he digs around inside until he comes up with the pair he found an aisle or so back.]
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[From outside, song can be heard from the neighbor's yard. That in of itself may not be strange, but, the fact that the song seems to be being sung in the dark language of Lost Carcoasan, may be something Ray can identify since odds are he's heard of the Necronomicon. Were he to look there would be a blonde haired albino woman cheerfully raking the leaves while singing it.]
[from the kitchen, Ray pauses right in the middle of unscrewing one of the plates on the toaster he's currently working on. being that the window is open, he can hear everything from outside, including the soft but ethereal voice lilting words in an eldritch tongue.
strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies...
it's more than enough to draw him away from his work. shuffling quietly to the door, he walks outside and peeks out, watching the woman rake leaves and continue to sing with an enthralled but overtly delighted look on his face.]
[She just keeps raking the lawn, occasionally looking at the moon, and using several words that have probably been lost since she has an actual fluency in the language and not just an understanding of a terrible written text. After a while she will turn and wave slightly to Ray.]
[The toaster in the Jordan household was finally put to pasture after one too many slices gone awry. Since Hal's rather fond of toast and not charcoal, he's stopped in to pick up a replacement. Dallying a little to grab a few other items for the ever-continuing renovation, he finally wends his way to appliances to grab one.
Or rather, he would if it weren't for a certain New Yorker beating his ass to it. Hal's gaze drops to the cart.]
...that's a lot of toa- [Hold up. That's motherfucking Dan Aykroyd.] -st.
[this is great! at this rate he'll have enough components to make a pair of Ecto-goggles and, if he's lucky, a prototype Giga Meter. there's so many interesting people in this town; he'd love to get some readings on them to compare to the other entities he and the others have encountered over the years. to think that there may be creatures in Mayfield with powers that rival that of Vigo's, or even Gozer's... he's not sure if he should find that possibility absolutely horrifying or totally amazing.
he's on cloud nine when he grabs this latest addition to his shopping cart, giving it a cursory look over before he glances up to see Hal. awkward.]
...Heh. Who doesn't like toast? [NO ONE, DUH. and if they don't, they're no friend of Ray's.] Um...did you want this one?
[he holds the box out to him, a little embarrassed.]
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[he made that out of blender parts and a microwave oven, just so you know.]
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you just hit a dog
oh my god it's dead
what have you done]
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the fact that there's a dog in a hardware store doesn't seem to faze him that much. he's more hung up over his awful deed.]
O-Oh God... [he crouches in front of the animal, trying not to panic.] Please, please, please don't be dead. Oh jeeze -
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oh its eye opened
oh
it's laughing
And where there was once a dead dog, there is now a rather human-looking young girl, who is laughing her ass off.] You should've seen your face! Fucking priceless!
[Oh, and when she changes from her wolf form to her human form? She's a bit completely naked. Have fun with that.]
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oh. well. explains a lot, doesn't it? naturally, Ray's first instinct is to jump back which doesn't really translate well when he's crouching; all he accomplishes is falling flat on his ass and against the cart, which rolls off to hit the side of the shelf with a dull thud, knocking several boxes of lightbulbs onto the ground.
he looks really, really afraid and more than a LITTLE embarrassed. natural, right?]
Holy hell, th-that...
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Yeah? Maybe you ought to get your eyes checked then.
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Yeah, maybe it's a sign or something.
I was seeing if there was anything decent on the bottom shelves, and then a pair of pliers I was thinking about getting slid under the stupid thing.
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looking back over at his shopping cart, he digs around inside until he comes up with the pair he found an aisle or so back.]
Like these?
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strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies...
it's more than enough to draw him away from his work. shuffling quietly to the door, he walks outside and peeks out, watching the woman rake leaves and continue to sing with an enthralled but overtly delighted look on his face.]
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Or rather, he would if it weren't for a certain New Yorker beating his ass to it. Hal's gaze drops to the cart.]
...that's a lot of toa- [Hold up. That's motherfucking Dan Aykroyd.] -st.
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he's on cloud nine when he grabs this latest addition to his shopping cart, giving it a cursory look over before he glances up to see Hal. awkward.]
...Heh. Who doesn't like toast? [NO ONE, DUH. and if they don't, they're no friend of Ray's.] Um...did you want this one?
[he holds the box out to him, a little embarrassed.]
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