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[varadia]

Because someone is a horrible enabler (that and I am easy, but whatever), I am opening myself up to drabble requests in any of what may be one hundred fandoms, because I am a fandom *coughs* woman of loose virtue. Also Milliways, preferably characters I have interacted with. Or that Raven has interacted with, rather.

So.

*eyes kentraine.*

Hit me.

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[varadia]

Here you go. My technobabble is not so good, but I tried.

“This one?”

Ray looks at Raven, slightly amused. “That’s not one of my inventions, I’m sorry to say. It’s a microwave.”

Raven blinks. “Now I know I have been away from Earth for a long time. In its terms, at any rate.”

Ray grins. “We humans are always in a big hurry. It’s how we get things done. Anyway, my lab is over here. I’ve made some progress with modifying those power sources we’d talked about, although not as much as I wanted. It’s stable, at least, although the interface tends to shut itself down before maximum power gets reached. I think it’s an electronics problem, though, so I should be able to fix it. I just need time.” As he says this he leads Raven down a short hallway and into an incredibly cluttered and vaguely nightmarish space. Nightmarish for the uninitiated, of course.

Raven is fascinated by the tangles of wire, the nuts and bolts and hideously complex pieces of machinery that litter the room. There is organization there, to be sure, but it is piecemeal.

“Is there anything particularly new you have been working on?”

“Where to start?” Ray grins. “I really do keep busy. And in my spare time, I improve the efficiency of my appliances. I should market my toaster, I really should.” He pulls a tiny object, roughly spherical, from in between a large ovoid covered in dials, and something that looks like a cuboid banana with spikes.

Raven eyes it. “This is your toaster?”

Ray laughs. “No. There isn’t room for the bread. It is, however, my latest toy. It’s a morphic field detector. It sees the spatial distortion that accompanies shapeshifting, particularly when the extra mass has to go somewhere. Or come from somewhere, for that matter. Apparently, it can also see the different shapes of past lives, which is an odd quirk that I can’t explain. I wouldn’t think the frequency would be the same, but apparently it is.”

Raven shrugs. “Some things just are. Although theories never hurt, I think.” He grins at Ray, and they spend the rest of the afternoon tinkering and theorizing.

Raven might never leave.