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[.oo2] - [Video]

Oct 26, 2010 16:10

[Ray is smoking a cigarette and wearing what appears to be a metal colander, with bits and bobs of attached electronics, quite rakishly atop his head. Scattered here and there across the surface of his workbench are several iPhone cases and their innards, what Ghostbuster fans might recognize as the metal cylinder of a slime blower and an array of ( Read more... )

can't we all just get along, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, technobabble, ray is a yankees fan, emerging from the cave

Comments 28

future_games October 26 2010, 23:11:54 UTC

I'm a painter, but I mostly steal borrow things from the art room to bring to my cabin.

empirical_data October 26 2010, 23:54:00 UTC

I play the violin and do artwork. I do not play sports however.

dominie October 27 2010, 00:10:51 UTC

I make things. I tinker and build... and crash Empires occasionally. But mostly tinkering and building.

notonedrop October 27 2010, 02:54:37 UTC

I sing.

Private - Rawrr, late reply because I just discovered you weren't on Nathans flist! I'm sorry bb! saveme_barry October 27 2010, 03:28:01 UTC

New developments with the spunk jar?

[Then pause, because mmm stuff. He likes stuff.]

What is it?

Private - That's cool darlin'! totes_a_god October 28 2010, 06:17:37 UTC

Ye-ep! Happily tanked and replicating all on its own, thanks for asking. [The more Ray is around Nathan, the more the kid reminds him of a cruder, more self-involved Venkman. He's not certain what this says of his old friend.]

It's a few things, actually. There should be something of a care package in your cabin, stuff I thought might make your cabin a bit more hospitable.

And- [Oh boy, he's getting excited] -I've also got you this!

[Ray pulls a jar into view, the same sort he carried around before. And...it's filled with the same pinkish ooze.]

Private saveme_barry October 28 2010, 12:07:28 UTC

[Nathan pulls a face of mild disgust at the concept of self replicating goo. Locked up in a tank. Breeding.]

You must be so proud of it.

[Then he glances over his shoulder and totally spots the bed and congratulations Ray, because your inmates face is just lighting up and... yeah, he's abandoned the journal to go investigate. His voice sounds far away when he speaks again.]

Oh yessss! Yes yes yes yes!

[There's some creaking and rustling as he sits on it and moves some stuff around. BEST GIFT. Then a few minutes later he returns, and his expression has been carefully shuffled away from absolute glee. He still looks pretty happy though.]

You know you're now seeing to my basic needs better than my actual parents did, right? Just to get one thing straight I am not gonna start calling you 'mum', if that's what you're angling for here ( ... )