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A few months ago it would've been as much as your ankles were worth to try and follow Ray into his room to see anything of his; he had a much smaller room and had tried to cram so much into it that he was beginning to consider getting rid of the bed in favor of a hammock, just to get some floor space. He's moved now. The new space is of a decent size, and while it's still in the hotel room vein, it's a hotel room for two people (if the bed is anything to go by) and it has a desk and a few shelves of well-organized books and movies. There's a complicated chemical rig of some kind off to one side, by the closet, and plans for a Firefly-class starship pinned to one wall. It generally looks like the room of a geek who's making a desperate effort to be neat and civilized.

"The holocomp isn't from my time or anything," Ray admits as he leads the way in. "Q suggested I get it for tracking the different universes of local patrons. It's UFP-era manufacture and I don't dare take it apart to find out how it works. THat bastard's expensive."