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[timedrive]

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[timedrive]

[ Doritos. Rip doesn't know why he picked up Doritos. But the point remains that they're what he has now-- three bags of Cool Ranch Doritos-- along with two bottles of double-black whiskey. Sometimes he collects things to keep on the ship as a memorabilia of the time period, but these things are purchased for the sole purpose of consuming them, if only because he's in a bit of a mood. Regardless, the point is he would've never told Sara about it otherwise (and he would've told Mick, he supposes, because Mick shares an appetite for drinking as well, but in his defence, Rip wants to be able to have more than a single glass' worth this time).

He stands in front of Sara's quarters, paper bag in one arm and his hand lifting to knock on the metal door in three, sharp hits.

She said she'd be there. Rip takes it. ]

[timedrive]

Did you bring a box of 1950's jellybeans onto the ship?

[shrinkydinks]

Ray wishes he didn't remember it.

On the other hand, it means his brain is intact - the brilliant mind behind the A.T.O.M. suit, behind Palmer Technologies, hasn't been irreparably damaged by being beaten into unconsciousness, so there's that going for him. Not that he can be grateful for any of it now; he can't actually think about much, now, as Mick carries him onto the Waverider like a sack of potatoes and finds someplace safe to deposit him.

He's awake, finally, though for better or for worse he's not quite sure. He's not quite sure of anything, actually, other than that he's dizzy and filthy and his mouth is full of blood.

But hey - at least people are speaking English again.

[shrinkydinks]

I have a confession to make.

[unbonded]

1/3 gkt gideon to make me white claws

2/3 ain't no laws when yr drinkin claws

3/3 it's pretty lit

[unbonded]

are you busy?

a text but the formatting is being a potato

[unbonded]

hmm

2/2

[unbonded]

HAHA

[unbonded]

what's up, buttercup

[shrinkydinks]

The shift in Ray, the difference between the Raymond that is with Rip and the one that is lonely and unbonded, is so stark it actually scares Jax (and by extension, spooks Stein) when he comes bounding through the ship, big and joyful and mindful of his size despite it.

Nobody really minds, though. Sara raises her eyebrows at Rip, her grin knowing and so, so fucking smug, and Kendra is just happy that Ray's happy again, though she misses being needed (she wonders sometimes if it makes her selfish, wanting Ray for herself because he's soft and kind and reminds her of Carter.) Len wishes Ray wasn't so gleeful, because it's  a very tiring thing, but he just rolls his eyes and tips his head the other way to ignore him.

Thump.

Raymond bops the doorframe of Rip's office with the toe of his shoe, because he's about three seconds from dropping everything everywhere. He's brought dinner, and juice, and a milkshake that's too fucking big but has two straws in it like it's a date at a sofa shop in 19-fucking-50, and under his arm against his ribs is a notebook. He has a pen sideways in his mouth and his glasses are crooked.

"Help please," he says, muffled.

Cause you know.. didn't know what else to do. lol

[prefectingbadideas]

He didn’t know how he kept finding himself in this situation. But they really managed to get another quiet moment. Mostly John just needed to stop staring at the books for the moment and he was trying to think the last time he might have seen Rip actually do anything else. He didn’t even know if the man knew what the hell was even looking at, John gave him some basic idea but that was about it. Still time for a change of pace. Something other than staring into a book like that. So John walked back to where they had usually kept the drinks. “Think it’s time for a break.” John put the glass down in front of him before taking a drink out of his own drink.