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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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[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.

[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.

[Is not.] Aren't you cheery. [Shall we say they're at the pub now? :|] If we stay at the pub, we won't be walkin' into any roads.

[At the pub, sure!] Makes sense. [Now Chris is looking around, thinking.] No bartender. Must be free then.

Of course it won't wear off.

Any idea on how to pull a proper pint?

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

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

[Chris walks over to the bar and leans over it.] I dunno. I've never tried. Can't be that hard. Boss and guv figured it out, right?

Boss was better at it than the Guv. [He shrugs.] Well, 's not like there's anyone 'round to complain.

Well, why should it?

...'cause it's not real?

[he nods and walks around it, trying to work it out. He grabs a mug and puts it under the nozzle before pausing to work it out and look it over. After a moment, he yanks the handle and jumps back when it sprays. He quickly pushes it back and manages to stop before the mug overflows.] Bloody hell, 's harder than it looks. [he sets the pint on the counter for Ray.]

No.

Of course it's real.

[Ray takes amusement in this. And the whole scene strikes me as intensely surreal, which is neat.] I'm thinkin' you're gonna end up soaked 'fore we come to our senses.

You get hit by the gas too or something?

[Ray is not pleased with this response.] Can't be. For one, it's space, and people don't just end up in space.

[It really is rather surreal, since they're in a currently empty pub in space.] Think I got it now. [He tries pulling another and it still splashes but not as bad as the first.]

[Surreal is neat.] Or that one was just a lucky go.

[Chris pulls a face.] Ain't doing it again. Two pints is enough for now. [He frowns a little.] Feels weird, quiet pub like this.

[Ray is attempting to ignore the fact he's in space/possibly inhaling gas/in one of your weirdo dreams/whatever, Chris.] Yeah. And that's ignorin' everythin' else. Pub shouldn't be quiet.

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]

[Chris is failing at denial, okay?] Sorta why boss had a good idea, putting a telly in the pub. [But he grabs one of the set up pints and starts drinking.] Tastes all right.

[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?

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