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Ray's seen Peter's quarters here in Milliways, but no one else's ever really been to his. This might explain the look of the place when he opens the door. The general impression is of some kind of science-fiction convention that viciously mugged the annual meeting of the Society of American Chemical Engineers, then ran off to Tijuana with the more interesting parts of the Fu Foundation School of Engineering and Applied Science's library. There are books stacked everywhere, schematic diagrams of starships taped to the walls, the electronic pin-outs involved in downloading data from a PKE meter to a USB drive, notebooks and pens and mechanical pencils- you name it. There's also a small card table to one side, where it was forced to take shelter from the wall-sized rig of chemical solutions, gratings, filters, and electrical coils. Somewhere in all of this there is a bed and a chair, but it takes some looking to find anything so mundane.

"My world and welcome to it," Ray said, glancing over his shoulder. "If anything goes crunch underfoot, let me know, would you? I think I might've dropped one of my crystallography experiments the other day and I haven't found the pieces yet."

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And it wasn't so much that Peter was ignoring him this time, it was just he couldn't hear anything more. Tremors were running through his body at this point, heart rate skyrocketing, breathing fast and erratic, and his knuckles were bone white at this point, the fingernails digging into the palms, and breaking the skin.

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Of all the times not to have a table worth hiding under... Ray knew trouble when he saw it, all right. Instinctively he flattened himself against the wall, or tried to. The small fire extinguisher he'd fastened there made that hard.

Fire extinguisher.

They turned hoses on dogs and fired water guns at cats when they got out of line, didn't they?

Ray shoved the meter safely under the bed and yanked the extinguisher loose from the wall, praying silently that he wasn't going to have to use it in the next five seconds.

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And well, a fire extinguisher or a hose or something might be good at this point, because Venkman was way out of it, and wasn't going to respond without some sort of external stimuli.

And there was an ominous rattling sound coming from Ray's equipment which was very concerning.

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Yeah, that was about what Ray had been afraid of.

Grimacing, he yanked the pin loose, took aim, and pulled the extinguisher's trigger. The result was quite an impressive cascade of water released from pressure- or it would've been if Ray wasn't a little more used to the kind of display you got from hyper-accelerated protons coming out of hand-held devices. Oh well.

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And Peter staggered, and almost fell down. He coughed a few times, and stared down at himself, stumbling a step or two. Wet clothes, wet hair? He was soaked. WTF?

"Ray, does this place have sprinklers? Why am I all wet?" He blinks, and rubs his eyes a bit to see clearly. Funny, he didn't remember the room being that messy. His hands were stinging a little, and his fingers felt stiff. He stared at the faint nailmarks in his palms.

"What just happened?"

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Ray exhaled massively. Suddenly he'd never been so glad to hear somebody speak in his entire life. "It wasn't sprinklers," he said, holding up the extinguisher. "It was me. You just had a little moment and I couldn't think how else to snap you out of it. Sorry about that... uh, you can take off the rig now. And whatever it is you were thinking about right after my last question? Please don't think about that again until I have time to bolt down all the breakables."

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"A moment? What?" He then remembered his own little experiment. Crap. He hadn't meant for it to get out of hand.

"Sorry, Ray." He took off the rig, and gently set it down, trying to make up for what he did.

"I figured I might test something out with my emotions with your gadgets going to see what it would pick up. Must have lost control." And normally he was good at control. Guessing when he let go, the floodgates opened up.

Looking around, and seeing how scared Ray was, he grimaced, "I'm really sorry. I didn't break anything important, did I?"

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"It's okay," Ray said, moving to collect the scattered books and papers. "Jeez. Last time I saw this much activity the kid was thirteen and was going through serious adoption angst on top of a move and a school change. We have got to find you Professor Xavier or someone. Maybe one of the Skywalkers, assuming their technique's even teachable to people who're just PKs, not Jedi."

It was easier to take if he kept the prospect at a nice, professional remove. Yeah, he'd almost lost several weeks' work and he'd been forced to subdue his best friend with a fire extinguisher, but if he just thought about it as one more part of the job, it wasn't that bad. Right? Right.

"Huh?" he said, looking up. "Uh- no, I don't think you..." He gave the crystal solutions a careful examination. "No. No, you didn't get that far, it's all okay. How about you? Are you all right?"

Belatedly, he grabbed the remainder of the pile of books out of his chair and offered the chair to Peter. He'd sit down on the bed or something once he got everything back in order.

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This time, Peter did sit, suddenly finding a need for it.

"Shaken, and stirred. Christ, Ray. We've spent our lives investigating stuff like this, and now, I'm the latest bust. Why me?" He ran his fingers through his hair, and noticed a considerable amount of strands against his fingers when he looked at them. Great, he was going to be as bald as his dad by next year at this rate.

((OOC: This has been so freakin' great. Unfortunately, mun's got a bus to catch in a few. Wrap or slowtime? And also, probably won't be online that much until Monday again.))

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"I don't know, Pete," Ray said, plopping onto the bed. "God, I wish I did. I'd take the whole mess for you if I could, but I can't even begin to guess why it's gone and hit you now of all times... I mean, aside from probably having something to do with your arriving here, but since I have yet to hear of anyone else who developed psychic powers due to arrival at Milliways I'm guessing it was more a matter of the talent starting to emerge and you winding up here so that you'd be able to find someone to help you get it under control."

He shook his head wearily. "We need to find you a teacher. That's for certain. An untrained or half-trained telepath is a danger to himself and everyone around him, and an untrained psychokinetic is a Richard Bachman novel waiting to happen. I don't want you hurting yourself, but I apparently have all the mental powers of an olive, so it's not like I can help you with it... dammit."

((OOC: Not a problem. This mun's got skate club tonight and was about to ask about slowtiming or wrapping; I'm fine with fading to black here if you are.))

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Peter then got up, and went to leave.

"Uh, alright to do a raincheck on this, and save the guinea pig bit for another time? Before I make the room collaspe or something?" He gingerly stepped his way out to the hallway to head to his room.

((OOC: K, wrap for now. then. have fun, and a good weekend to ya!))