Ray's Room- We've Still Got The DOOM

[gone_byebye]

From here.

The door opened to a room decorated in blue and brown and the occasional bit of silver. The carpet was dark blue, the bedspread a lighter one (it's a double); the desk was wooden and brown and stacked with papers. And there were the bookshelves- wire things, silver wire, stacked with reference volumes and the occasional novel and quite a few slim, very neat cases.

"That's the video disc collection over there," Ray said, pointing towards the cases. "The books are mostly reference works, not fiction. Those papers tacked to the wall over there are the blueprints and deck plans for a Firefly class interstellar freighter- I'm very proud of those. That's my crystal-growing rig in the corner, which I mostly use these days for turning silicates and water into synthetic opals for paying my Bar bill... but here."

He opened the closet and started pulling out folding chairs.

"Everybody sit down and get comfortable. This is going to need all of us if it's going to help Danny."

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[bringnewjokes]

"Back to the Dream thing, since I can actually understand that part, are you saying we have to go inside Danny's head?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "How do we that?"

[gone_byebye]

Ray stepped forward again, heading for the bookshelves. "The entity who governs the Dreaming is occasionally a patron of this bar," he said. "Lord Morpheus- or Dream, as most people seem to call him- was approached some time ago about this very situation."

He pulled down a hefty volume bound in black hide of a kind unknown on most Earths. There was a slender silver chain around the spine of the enormous copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide. Ray flipped the book's pages almost to their end and thrust it out at Sam, open to a page marked ENTITIES BEYOND THE SCOPE OF THIS BOOK. A picture of Dream (as sometimes depicted in the works of Neil Gaiman) stared back at her.

"He gave me a number of artifacts- pebbles, I'm afraid, nothing particularly scientific or manipulatable- and said that when it was time to try and save Danny, I was supposed to give one to each of the people who was going to enter his realm. The gift would be enough to get us there, and at the end of it, to get us back again. More than that was up to us while we were in the Dreaming."

He then held up a small sueded leather bag. The side that read TREAT THEM WELL AND THEY'LL ALWAYS ROLL HIGH faced him, for once, and not the audience. "I've got Dream's gifts right here. One for each of the people in this room, minus one... someone's got to stay behind and monitor Danny, just in case."

[fryertuck]

Tucker raised his hand. "Not it!"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter snorted at that reaction, and said to the kids, "As we've said, all of you are his friends, so gonna need all hands on deck in your case."

He sighed, "As for us." He traded looks with Ray and Egon. "One of us should be monitoring him, making sure everything stays kosher."

He added with a fierce look in his eyes, "You're gonna need somebody who's got an idea of the roadmaps for the brain. I'd say I should go on this, but if you want me to keep the light on for you, I can do that, too. But one way or another, we're bringing him back. I *like* the kid. And he's one of us. A Ghostbuster. And we've always looked out for each other, right?"

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

"In this situation, Peter, you have the superior skills to work through the issue, as well as familiarity with the person. I will remain to monitor."

He's waiting for that expression on Peter's face, the stunned one. And when it hits, he says, casually but with a twinkle in his eye, "It's only logical, Peter."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter closed his mouth with an audible snap at that.

"Uh, right."

He then smirked, "You know I'm going to remind you of that fact later on?"

He added to the group, "Ok, so guess all aboard on the Danny dream train?"

[bringnewjokes]

"We've got the way in, we're all here, so time to go," Sam said with a nod.