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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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"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!))