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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is on the plane, looking his usual pleasant self. what is he doing, you might ask? ...he's removing the stitches from his face. so he's pretty much sitting at a table, with a mirror, snipping the threads and ripping them out one handed, since he still has an arm in a sling]

Fuckin'...

[he growls (in a way), and yanks out another stitch, wincing a bit as it catches] Shit.

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[gotitwrong]

[Ray's expression can be summed up with 'you're joking' and something that could generally be called generalised disbelief]

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[Chris just shrugs =/ It makes sense to him.]

[gotitwrong]

Don't believe in magic. [take that, magic! you aren't real! :|]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

What about...those ones that pull the rabbits out of hats?

[gotitwrong]

's a trick. S'not really magic.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

It could be, yeah? Like this place.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray wishes he could cross his arms] Who says this place is magic? Maybe it's sommat else, you think of that?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris wrinkles his nose.] Like what?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray frowns] Dunno.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Seems like magic, you know?

[gotitwrong]

Don't mean it is.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah but what is it?

[gotitwrong]

[fiiiine Ray will think] Er... could be stuff like in those flicks about the future. Like... ya know how they got them teleportin' stuff, or time travel, sommat like that. [this sounds no better than magic, goddamnit]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Now Chris has to seriously consider this.] So we're...in the future?

[gotitwrong]

For all I know, we could be in the middle of France, Chris.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

France in the future?

[gotitwrong]

Maybe?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Hear France is pretty weird, yeah. Could be.

[gotitwrong]

Aye. Wouldn't be surprised if they came up with sommat like this.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Wine and stuff's good there, though, ain't it? So their pubs would be good.

[gotitwrong]

'til some queer starts feelin' you up.

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[Chris frowns a little.] There a lot of kinky sorts in France?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray nods] 'course. 's France.

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[Chris considers it! Then he nods.] French bastards.

[gotitwrong]

Rather shoot meself then end up there.