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[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[On the Plane appears a figure who is by now probably pretty familiar to some. But this Chris looks a little older, and distinctly more eighties than seventies. Gone are the brown suits and knitted jumpers, replaced with a stonewashed denim jacket, patterned shirt, skinny polyester tie, and jeans tight enough they look as though they could have been painted on. His hair's acquired a few blonde highlight's too.

The one thing that doesn't seem to have changed since the seventies is his expression. He looks about as gormless as ever, and extremely confused about suddenly finding himself in the middle of space.]

Bloody hell.

...Ray? [He looks around again, as though he's fully expecting to suddenly find him right next to him.]

Shit... [He chews his lip, serious worry starting to creep into his features now. Nervous rambling is go.] Bit like that Hitch Hikers thing, this. Being stuck in the middle of space. Only I reckon I'd be dead by now if it were properly like that. [He glances nervously at his watch, breathing in to check he still can.] Yeah, definitely been here more than thirty seconds... Shouldn't even have been able to breathe to begin with, should I?

Maybe I've just lost it. Gone schizo, or something. Hallucinations, and that.

Or abducted.

...I dunno. Maybe abduction would be better. At least I don't think that'd last too long.

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...Chris? You're Chris, aren't you?

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

...I am, yeah.

[He's trying not to look as though he doesn't recognise her, but he's not really doing a very good job of it.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You don't look quite the same, though...

{Coolly} Ah, but you don't need to worry about this place. It's nothing bad.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

I look like I always do.

I never said it was bad, or nothing. I just don't know what it is, is all.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's called the Astral Plane. It's a place where people from all kinds of times and places can come and meet each other. And...Well, there's another you here, so that's why I was confused. At least, unless you already know who I am.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Well, this is quite odd.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

Yeah, dead weird. D'you know where we are?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I wasn't expecting another you around [she pauses and then nods slightly] The Plane.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Calling this abduction isn't entirely inaccurate.

[Here, Chris, have a smirking Alex. He's just so adorable when he's confused. Which is... often.]

I suspect you don't remember me either?