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Ray would ordinarily take the stairs two at a time, because he's like that, but he's got a wobbly Venkman to worry about, so he walks like a normal person for once. He heads right past his original door and stops at another one nearby. "Okay, got the key here somewhere... got it."

The room inside is significantly larger than his last- two or three times larger, really. It contains all the same stuff as his old room, but it's... organized. Segregated into sections, neatly shelved on wire racks, and lined up along walls and out of the way. Even the stacks of books in a few places on the floor are neat stacks, and organized by subject.

You can see the floor.

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"Holy crap!" Peter blinked, and stared at everything. "You can actually move in here."

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Ray smiled. "Yeah, I kind of figured that might be a plus in my next place of residence-away-from-residence. It's hard to concentrate when every possible distraction is within less than a yard of where you're sitting. Had to put the clothes I keep here on a shelf in the closet, since I've got the crystal rig in the closet putting out opals, but other than that..."

He nods towards a big grey-black device propped against the wall in one corner. "Don't mess with that, by the way. That's a modified Casix industrial cutting laser that I needed for some tests the other day and even though I've got the power supply pulled out I don't think you want to see what happens if you pick it up and drop it."

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Peter eyed it warily, "Ray, you know I have the utmost respect for your little projects." Namely the respect you give anything that might likely injure you.

He didn't want to bring attention to his poor health, but in overly casual way, asked, "Uh, where do you need me to sit for my latest guinea pig sesson?"

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Ray nods. "Good, because I had to replace the YAG crystal in that thing with a new yttrium orthovanadate core and those are a bitch and a half to grow properly. Okay, um, here-" He pulls his chair away from the desk. "Sit. I'll get the equipment."

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Peter just managed to hide the relief from his face as he sat down again. He wasn't that dizzy anymore, but his head still felt, well, oogy, for lack of a better term. He wondered if his recent stunt caused some long term damage to his brain, possibly even shorting out some of his neurons for good. His glycogen levels were still low as anything, he was sure of that.

He hated being a freak, but he had adjusted and gotten used to his abilities. Now he felt he needed them, especially with whatever's coming. All the proton packs in the world were going to do only so much by the look of it. He didn't like having this has a crutch, but it was a necessary one.

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Ray rummaged around in a footlocker he hauled out of the closet, eventually coming up with a smallish computer console and a device that looked like someone had attacked a spaghetti sieve with a fistful of wires. "Here we go," he said, plugging the console into the wall. "I think we can do this without resorting to radioisotopes. Put this on and get yourself comfy, all right?"

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"Colander of doom time again, huh?" Peter eyed it, before putting it on. He settled in expectantly.

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"Oh, relax. If I wanted to fry your skull I have much better ways of doing that..." He settles back against the wall to watch the activity readouts as they started to roll in. "We should probably start with just getting a baseline before asking you to do anything and seeing what spikes, I figure. Oh, hey, before I forget- did you see? Apparently a certain harper of our acquaintance has shuffled off this mortal coil..."

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Peter replied, "I already did a better job doing that myself. S'why I'm here getting my noggin checked."

He blinked, and something spiked anyway from the reaction, "Oh? Piss off the wrong person with his harping, huh?"

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"True enough." Ray frowned a little and tweaked one of the inputs. "Okay, that's better."

He shrugged as the spike blipped on screen. "No idea. There's a notice up that says he's 'passed on' and has a couple of aborted synonyms for 'died' scratched out around the central verb. No memorial service planned so far. Surprised?"

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"Not really, no. The guy got his kicks from making people miserable, somebody sick like that's bound to piss off the wrong person eventually."

The spike vanished again as he calmed down, "We got along better toward the end, but I still didn't trust the guy. Couldn't have happened to a cheerier guy in my opinion."

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Ray nodded. "I don't think I ever encountered him again after that one time," he said. "Which is just fine with me. I mean, I'm as big on live and let live as the next guy, but there are some people I would rather let live somewhere else, if you know what I'm saying... Okay, I think I have baseline pretty well set. Let's start with the basic tests, okay?"

He held out one hand. "Paperclip," he said. "Either try to stop it from falling, or wait for it to hit the floor and try to move it."

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Peter nodded, and tried to concentrate as Ray dropped it. Should be easy, right? Small object? Not a problem.

The clip might have quivered slightly, just a hair though as it fell, but it fell to the floor with a ping, and laid there.

"Shit!" Peter cursed loudly from frustration, and tried to concentrate more. Nothing, nothing, and he was just getting more upset by the second, gritting his teeth a bit.

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"Uh- Peter-" Ray looked up from the console. "Stop that. You're spiking into the orange here and it really doesn't look healthy."

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Peter just growled in frustration, and the clip quivered suddenly, and then violently slammed up against the ceiling.

His head sagged a little after this, breathing heavily, though still awake and alert.

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Ray glanced up, then leaned over to catch the clip when it fell down again. "Okay, it's still there," he said, "but I'd be careful about that if I were you. How're you holding up?"

[OOC: I need to get out of the office soon. It's skating night and I wanna eat before we go out.]

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(ooc: That's fine. Can always slowtime this. Have fun tonight.)

Peter blinked, "I'm fine. Let's keep going." It seemed to be back to uncontrolled PK mostly. He lost a lot of ground with it.

"What's next on the plate?"

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Ray peered at the results on screen. "Ordinarily I'd call for a barrier test, but I don't have anything to throw at your mind to see how it holds up... I suppose a simple round of send-and-receive would be the next bet. Want me to get the Zener cards out?"

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Peter nodded, "That old chestnut? Sure, deal me in."

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"Gotcha." Ray got up and pulled the deck from one of the wire shelves he'd arranged along the edges of the room. "We don't need to run that long of a series, I don't think, but I've got the first card in front of me now." He held it up with the back side facing outward. "What've I got?"

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Peter asked with a slight smirk, "You're not gonna shock me if I get it wrong, right?"

He then concentrated for a moment, "Hang ten, riding the waves."

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"Please." Ray wrinkled his nose. "Do I look like the kind of person to steal another scientist's schtick?" He glanced at the card. "Well, that's one right. Let's see what you get on the next one."

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"Well payback on behalf on my bitchy subjects?" Peter chuckled a little, "Kidding of course."

He closed his eyes, trying to see. "Uh, star, no, it's a square."

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Ray's eyebrows went up a little. "You sure about that, Pete?"

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"No," he honestly replied, "Going with square."