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[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.))

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Chris, it's very important that you realise that this place is real, and the consequences of what happens here are real.

[Chris looks uncomfortable but he nods.]

Just...step back? [And he does, stepping backward and disappearing. When he reappears, he looks vaguely traumatized.] Bloody hell! The street was there. It wasn't...space. Tried to make it space and then... [Yeah, sorry, confused here. He shakes his head.] 'S not real.

Do you need a drink?

[Chris just nods and sits down heavily in the nearest chair. He's still holding the Diet Coke.]

[unlike some people, can actually bartend, and does, getting Chris a nice glass of whisky]

[He takes the whisky in the hand that isn't holding the coke. He drinks quite a bit in one go.] ...Can't believe it, boss. Space...and a pub?

I know, Chris. It's impossible.

[More drinking.] What am I supposed to do?

Carry on. Believe it's real, because if you don't and you mess up and someone gets hurt, it feels as good as real and then it doesn't matter what's reality and what isn't.

[he would talk to Chris about vanishing DIs and DCIs and DSs and WDCs, but he wants to take Chris through this slowly]

[He thinks for a minute, tilting his head to look at him.]

Whisky still burns. [Then he nods and smiles a bit.] All right, boss. Wouldn't go around hurting people in a dream anyway.

[Sam smiles]

I know you wouldn't.

Questions, Chris. Start asking them and I'll do my best to answer.

[He takes a deep breath, trying to think of questions.]

What is this place? There's a bunch of people here. Weird sorts.

Everyone calls it the 'Astral Plane.' I think that refers to the stars. The people here are all from different worlds, different universes. Different times, too. There's some... Hei is from... late 2000's. But in his world, this... Gate, thing, appeared, and some people there ended up with.... superhero powers, basically. Mu's this bloke with purple hair, from Greece. His world has 'Saints' that serve goddesses. Mu healed my nose once, when the Guv broke it, with some sort of... magic ability.

[Chris translates this the only way he knows how.]

So it's like comics?

[There's a reason Sam called them 'superhero' powers]

Yes, Chris. It's like a place where different comic universes can all meet up. Doesn't matter if the universes follow different rules or different histories or whatever, they still meet here.

[and this gives him a good way to explain the next bit]

And you remember how, sometimes, the same hero will have different continuities? Different history, different personality, whatever? Sometimes they break those off into seperate universes, right?

[Chris nods!]

Yeah, cos sometimes different writers change things. Or 's all part of a story. Like going to a different Earth.

Right. Here, sometimes it brings those alternate universes together. There's this one bloke, the Doctor, and there are four of him that look exactly the same but are from different universes [sort of] and then another.... two or three who look different, but are still him. 'cause he has the ability to change his body instead of dying.

[he was going to say 'his species' but Sam decided to keep it in comic terms as much as possible, and did not feel like bringing Kon-El into things]

[He gives him a weird look that clearly says, "the Doctor? srsly?" but whatever, this place is weird.]

Bloody hell. All right, uh. So other people can do that, too.

This last bit is the most important bit, Chris, so pay attention. You know the Doctor. He's got this enemy, the Master. [introduced in '71!] The Master has two different bodies, like the Doctor has the few. One of the Masters, the cheetah one, has a beard ad fangs and leather gloves. Very dark-haired. He has it in for the Guv. You're to avoid him if at all possible. Got it?

[Chris sits up now.]

Boss, if guv needs me, I can't avoid it. We're a team.

[...So brave, Chris]

I know. If it happens, that it comes to fighting the Master. If that happens, you won't be left out of it. And it will happen. In a... bit, I guess. We'll have to put it off. Until then, you have to stay away from him. This is very important, Chris. If you--

[Sam is a girl, and he rubs at his neck, because he's scared]

Just stay away from him for now. I promise, when it's time to fight, we fight as a team.

[Sam can probably tell Chris doesn't seem perfectly happy with that.]

...Yeah, boss. 'S important to you, isn't it?

Very important.

[there is such intensity and emotion behind those words that Sam has to look away to check his own openess]

[He looks at him for a moment, then he nods.]

I won't, boss. Promise.

Thank you, Chris.

[clasps his hands together]

The other one you have to watch out for - the other Master - happens to, uh... look exactly like me. Well I don't think he does, but everyone else says so. He wears suits, mainly, like he's walked out of Westminster. An accent like that, too. Avoid him as much as the other one.