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[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[It’s that time, Plane denizens, for Chris and Ray to appear! They appear at the same time, close to each other, though not yet quite aware of that fact. For now they have their unique individual reactions: Chris is staring wide-eyed and Ray wears an expression that can only be summed up as "wtf." The good news here is that Chris was quickly decided this is an awesome dream.

Spotting the pub floating awesomely in space only confirms this.]

Ray, hey, look. There’s a pub in space.

[Ray sounds less than enthusiastic.] Can see that.

Could go get a pint. Bet it’ll be free. [Because this is his awesome space pub dream.]

Chris. We’re in bloody space. [Sorry, still processing.]

Not bad, is it? Sorta nice, even.

It’s not nice. It’s…bet we stumbled into a gas leak or sommat. Ain’t space, just…somethin’. [Time for logical denial!]

[But Chris likes space dream better.] No, see, this is a dream. Bet there’s superheroes in the pub. That sorta dream thing.

[Ray gives Chris a patented ‘ur dumb’ Look.] You aren't dreamin', you div. And even if you were, why'd you be dreamin' 'bout this?

Cos...I like space. And pubs. 'S cool, you know, a pub out in space. Sorta something you only get to with superpowers. Real special that way.

Yeah? Well if this is a dream, and you got superpowers, use 'em. Otherise, t'ain't a dream.

[Chris, for the record, is attempting invisibility powers! He shuts his eyes tightly and focuses!] There, see? ‘Cept you won’t, will you? [He snickers at his clever and witty joke.]

[Ray just crosses his arms.] And you're supposed to be doin' what?

[Chris frowns, opening his eyes and looking thoroughly disappointed. After a beat, he manages some words.] Yeah, well, all right, why are we in space then?

I dunno.

Yeah but...then, see? Dream makes sense.

Or we're standin' around somewhere, inhalin' gas, and hallucinatin'. [Ray refuses to let it be a dream.]

[Chris is just confused!] There wasn't a pub near us. So what's the pub really?

I don't know, Chris. But stickin' around is just gonna make it worse.

So...pub, then? 'Less we go off into space...

Think we'd have died 'fore then. Space don't have air. [Ray just shrugs because he’s totally lost and going to mull over things.] Yeah, might as well. [Because alcohol solves all problems!]

Yeah, right. Maybe it'll...wear off. Something like that. [And with that last, Chris-version-of-uplifting, the duo wanders off toward the pub, confused and uncertain and they need crazies like you guys to come bother them!]

((ooc: Double intro post for Ray and Chris, yadda yadda, you all know how this goes by now. Colours! This is Ray and this is Chris.))

Comments

[gotitwrong]

[Ray still isn't going to let you win on this one, Chris, 'cause it's totally not a dream.] Give it an hour, I'm thinkin'. Maybe two.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[It totally is a dream, damn it.] Long time to be stuck like this. We could walk into a road or something. Get hit by a car.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

Of course it won't wear off.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray tilts his head a bit and gives Adric a combo look of annoyed and confused.] Yeah? And why shouldn't it?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Chris is blinking.] Cos it's a dream, yeah?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

No matter how amazing this place is it's not like a drug, that wears off or a dream you can wake up from~ It looks like this is all real. [smiles smiles]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray's current thought? Juliet looks like he stumbled out of some costume party. One that has absolutely no taste in clothes, apparently. Also, note, he disregards whatever Juliet is saying for his own thing.] You dress yourself in the dark, lad, or is your sense of dress that piss poor?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris has a canon reaction to this sort of situation. He stares. In a very confused manner.]

Uh, 's not very...real like.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni is sitting at the bar, and trying to hide a smirk]

[gotitwrong]

[You know that whole weird shock Ray had in the post above? Yeah, that's currently elsewhere, as Ray has been distracted. Guess what, Juni? He's quite visibly checking you out. He grins.] Well, how's about that... What's a lady like yourself doin' hangin' about a pub?

[didorothy]

... shit.

[why does life hate Sam? WHY???]

[gotitwrong]

[It hates you, Sam, because your name is 'Sam Tyler'. But upon hearing Sam's lovely voice, Ray's demeanour sours.] Boss?

[lamb_of_gold]

[._.]

[gotitwrong]

[...WHY IS THERE A SMALL CHILD IN HERE.] What're you doin' here, lad? This ain't no place for kids.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

...'lo.

[gotitwrong]

[Seriously, this has to be a messed up hallucination. The cat just talked. So. Ray is, uh. Staring.]

[mercwamouth]

[Hey look! A superhero! Kinda! He's at the bar!]

[gotitwrong]

[Hey look! A freak in spandex!] You routinely go out lookin' like that, or you lose a bet?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

...bloody hell.

[gotitwrong]

Guv? What're you doin' here?

[madamemoiselle]

{Thoughtfully} You two kind of sound like Gene...

[gotitwrong]

[Sorry, Diva, Ray is going to focus on your various assets for a moment before actually looking at your face and replying.] You know him, luv?

[ghostlighter]

[Chris is also a sort-of superhero, and is also at the bar! /copies Deadpool Although at the moment all he's really doing is messing with his computer-glasses.]

[gotitwrong]

[in a clearly audible 'mumble'] Bloody hell, is there any bloke here that ain't dressed like a queer or doin' somethin' outta one of Chris' ruddy comics?

[contract_star]

It's not a dream or a hallucination.

[gotitwrong]

Aye? Then what's it supposed to be then, if it ain't either?

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Bai can attempt to be a superhero! If she tries really hard and if the people who think she's a superhero don't know her... Anyway, she's also sitting at the bar, except with a shorter skirt than the other two]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris can't see the skirt from his vantage point but he knows a hot lady when he sees one.]

'Lo, luv. Can I get you anything?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Have a kitty dozing on top of the bar.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Aw, a not talking kitty! Chris will poke her.]

Hey, shouldn't be sleeping there. [He scratches the top of her head.] You live here?

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

Fufufu, what talkative new people we have here! And fond of alcohol, so it would seem.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris looks up because yay more chicks!] Nothing wrong with a few pints, luv.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Just so you know, there's a girl over there in skinny jeans playing darts, because that's what you do at bars when you're an overgrown 8-year-old with a severe need to play games as much as physically possible. One or two darts may go... astray, but it's likely more out of boredom than inaccuracy.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris comes over, because darts are fun!]

You're not so bad at it, luv.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Have a twin in a suit and shades staring blankly.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Blimey, you look like you've had a long one.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Aniki is sitting at the bar, brooding into a jack of ale. Not a superhero, perhaps, but she does have her sword resting across the counter in front of her.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris does notice the sword.]

Blimey, you carry that around?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino is at the bar, without his jacket for once, examining some of the bottles there. He doesn't know what some of them are and is wondering if he should try one.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray glances over at Dino] Lookin' for something in particular?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[just...watches, for a while, gaze full of interest and smile full of amusement - and then, when he steps forward and stops pretending not to be there]

You're in a very advanced experiment, basically. You entered a shop before arriving here, yes? It belongs to the puppet masters.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray looks over Five] Didn't sign up to be in an experiment.