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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.))

Comments

[gotitwrong]

Got a problem?

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

Should I?

[gotitwrong]

Dunno, 's why I asked you.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two stares a moment, before taking a menacing step towards the human and raising an eyebrow.]

Do you?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[One, flicking onto the scene, mirrors Two exactly except for being a bit to the left]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray sort of narrows his eyes, because he can pick up on menacing sort of. ish. either way, he's been set on wary] I might, yeah.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Moves slightly closer]

Really.

[gotitwrong]

[He smirks] Might. Dunno. You lot don't seem to know either, now, do you?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Tilts his head slightly and unblinking stare]

[gotitwrong]

's a bit unnerving.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[is... encouraged! continues]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray rolls his eyes and flicks One the V]

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two's hand flies up to grip Ray's arm by the wrist. He steps closer to twist Ray's arm about, turn the man and pin his arm up his back. His other hand is free to grab hold of Ray's throat.]

Well, that wasn't very kind.

[gotitwrong]

[which, as per the course of the move, it has him up on his toes, and his shoulder is straining. oh you fucking bitch. Ray doesn't even bother to say anything to start with, as he immediately tries to struggle only to find, uh, that hurts his shoulder more, shit. and because of the positioning of the move, Ray can't do much in terms of self defense (ie, he can't stomp, as he's put in a position of being off balanced; he can't properly see his opponent (as Two would be behind him), which means he can't even punch him in the face... which leaves one course of action, which is him using his free arm to try to rip Two's hand off his throat]

Sonovabitch!

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[One meanders to Ray's front, though out of reach, and thoughtfully taps the blade of his straight razor against his lip (having whipped it out because it is his lovechild)]

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[To Ray obviously,]

Are you going to apologize?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray sneers at One, but replies to Two]

Fuck you.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow and thinks how dejected and offended and sad he is because oh god that's hilarious]

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two abruptly tightens the hand and pulls Ray back toward himself, while pulling the pinned arm up further for a nicer strain.]

Sorry, we didn't hear you.

[gotitwrong]

[his voice strains] Must be deaf, then.

[And now that he's closer, Ray makes an attempt at an offensive move, using his free arm to hit Two in the side/chest with his elbow. Hard.]

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[One instantly moves forward, first attempting to bash the handle of the razor between Ray's eyes and then more or less sandwich him between the twins, holding the blade so that it tickles his eyelashes.]

We wouldn't try that again, if we were you.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two makes the slightest grunt as the elbow knocks some breath out of him, but otherwise declines to physically react beyond pulling his restrained arm further. One is probably intimidating enough.]

We'll be sure to get our hearing checked.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray is hit between the eyes, and he does a sort of growl of pain at it, but doesn't otherwise lose his composure. Instead, he pulls a full on snarl, grins his teeth, and just glares darkly at One. He knows better than to do something stupid now and risk losing an eye.]

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Stares quite calmly at Ray, waiting]

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Throat-hand slowly goes queezey squeeze. He waits. :|]