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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 nods.]

I trust you, boss.

Be careful here, Chris. I meant it when I said there are dangerous people here. People like us hardly stand a chance against most of them.

Yeah, I'll be careful, promise.

Good.

[frowns and sighs]

Anything else, Chris? I can't think of anything off the top of my head. The Guv and I have been here for a while, so most people should know us. That's good and bad, depending on the person.

I dunno, boss. 'S all a bit much for me. Suppose if something comes up, I'll try to find you.

Remind me to get you a mobile.

A mobile what?

Phone, Chris. A mobile phone.

[looks at him, and then pulls the mobile Five gave him out of his pocket]

Like this.

[looks it over, frowning out of confusion.]

'S so small. Works all right?

Works better than our radios. It relays the message up to a satellite, in orbit around the planet, then sends that back down to the line you're trying to make contact with.

Blimey, 's amazing, all that stuff traveling in the air, isn't it? Could even get the phone to do it.

Wait 'till I show you my Playstation.

Playstation?

[Chris, you should not have given him this opening]

Yeah! Playstation. It's this gaming console. Like a computer, or an arcade game like pong. But it doesn't have just pong. It has all sorts of games, from RPGs and platformers to classic arcade games and first-person shooters. And Grand Theft Auto. Still think Gene would like that game more than a copper should. It's absolutely brilliant. Missed it for a while there, but now I have it back. I'll get you one for Christmas. ...Well, assuming it will connect to the televisions at home. Maybe I should get you one of those, too. At least electricity is consistent.

[Chris is rather surprised by this happy outburst but he can't help but smile back.]

Never heard of it. You'll show me how to use it, yeah? [Then A THOUGHT OF PURE HORROR.] Boss, I gotta get you something for Christmas.

[oh look, you killed Sam's happy by bringing up people getting him things]

You don't have to, Chris. I don't need anything.

[a beat - awkwardly]

How does CID do Christmas? The Guv told me how New Years goes, but...

[His mum taught him you're supposed to be giving and junk, okay :|]

Oh, uhm, we have a party of some sort, usually. Sorta like Ray's birthday. Sometimes there's a tree, you know? Or some people do presents. Bit loose, do what you want, drink a pint or three.

Won't be able to go anyway. I doubt you two will be merged back into our realities by then.

[Chris frowns, tapping his notebook in his hand.]

...There's here, boss. Wouldn't be the same with everyone together.

[Your boss rubs his neck awkwardly, Chris, because that is what Sam is - awkward and emo]

It couldn't be everyone, could it? Just you, me, the Guv, Ray, and Annie.

[Welcome to Chris Says Blunt and Oddly Cute Things.]

Better than all of us being away, ain't it?

[...oh Chris]

But if someone on the Plane interrupted - some of the enemies the Guv and I have made...

There's some time still to figure it out. Don't hafta worry about it yet, boss.

[an exhaled laugh]

Diva says I always worry.

You do a lot, boss. You should relax a little more.