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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.

[ooc; Rebooted Chris, as noted in the OOC comm. ♥]

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[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?

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Well, now he'll be looking even more confused.]

...Boss? Ma'am.

Weren't you s'posed to be in a coma still?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is bloody brilliant.

[She looks shocked and, as rare occasion as it is, completely speechless.]

I. Um. Well, I suppose from your perspective I am still in a coma.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris gives her a look. One that says 'I'm not that stupid'.]

No you aren't. Wouldn't be talking if you were, would you?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex returns that look with the one that says 'Dear God don't make me explain this.']

Oddly enough, Chris, it's slightly more complicated than that.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Alex. Chris is giving her that blank face that just means he's waiting for an explanation from her, chewing his lip in the absence of chewing gum.]

...I don't think I get it.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy. Now, how should she phrase this...? Considering how it worked out the last time...]

This going to sound mad, Chris, so just bear with me. I'm not having you on. I am in a coma, in 1982. I woke up in 2008, which is how I came here. And I'm not the only one here like that. You're going to meet people from different times... and different realities.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[In fairness, Gene wasn't standing in the middle of space when she tried to tell him. And Chris is... Chris.]

But if you woke in 2008, that's fifteen... twenty... no, thirty. Yeah. Thirty something years after. You don't look like you've got any older.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex isn't sure whether to be relieved by his response or annoyed. But there's something nice in the fact that, even here, Chris is Chris. You know, always missing the point.]

That's because I'm not any older, Chris. I didn't wake up thirty years in the future, I traveled in time. Well, to be more accurate, I traveled back in time to 1982. I was only eleven in 1982. Well, the other me was eleven. The me that didn't time travel. The point is, Chris, I'm actually from the future, and in 2008 I was in a coma and traveled back in time, and now I've traveled back.

[No wonder Gene shot you, Alex, you sound like a raving lunatic.]

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris nods, pretending he has the faintest clue of what she's on about. It's sort of like when she first arrived and made him and Shaz listen to her go on about being shot. Just in space. And she actually has been shot this time.

Still. Chris hasn't spent years hanging around Ray and picked up nothing; when in doubt, make stupid jokes.]

You didn't really look too bad for an eleven year old, Ma'am.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand the icon keywords say it all. Change of subject time.]

Okay. So you are here, from 1982, which doesn't make much sense at all. The Guv is here, but he's from 1973 - or 1974, I'm not certain. Ray is, apparently, here, but I haven't seen him. Also... Annie is here, but she's from the same time line as the Guv, and Sam was here, at some point. There must be some kind of reason we were all plucked from different time periods; although, it could have been random. But nothing seems random in any of the other time periods I've ended up in. This all must mean something, but I don't know what it is, Chris.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

...Why don't it make sense that I'm from 1982? You are. Sort of.

It makes more sense than the Guv and Annie being from the 70s, anyway.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

You see, if my mind already set pre-established expectations in where my constructs would come from, it doesn't make sense for it then to decide to pull you from 1982. Which must mean something about my perceptions have changed. Maybe it's rooted in some instinctual need for familiarity.

[She pauses, placing her hand affectionately on Chris' arm.]

It makes sense my mind would choose you for that. You've always been very special to me, Chris. I don't think I ever really let you know that.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi pulls out a notebook and recites the following in monotone:]

This place is called the Astral Plane by the residents. Different universe meet here with no apparent negative consequences. The Twins are a pair of porcelain-like beings who draw people here for their own purpose and are said to grant wishes for a price. One returns to one's world without any time having passed in that world. No one will know you have left. It is possible to travel between the Astral Plane and one's world at will with a thought.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

How'd you th-- [Whatever else he was going to say is cut off by Chris answering his own question and vanishing. He soon reappears, though, looking no less confused than before.]

D'you think you could say that again? Don't think I understood it the first time, like.

[ex_fatalist246]

[more slowly, but with identical intonation]

This place is called the Astral Plane by the residents. Different universes meet here with no apparent negative consequences. The Twins are a pair of porcelain-like beings who draw people here for their own purpose and are said to grant wishes for a price. One returns to one's world without any time having passed in that world. No one will know you have left.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Staring. Because he still doesn't get it.]

...Like something off the telly, then?

[ex_fatalist246]

[a pause]

[then, completely deadpan]

Yes.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[No... No, still not understanding this.]

Have I gone mad?

[ex_fatalist246]

It's unlikely.

[Though maybe blue-haired emotionless kids are a good sign that you're going crazy?]

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

Dunno 'bout that. Makes more sense than aliens.

[ex_fatalist246]

[with a small sigh] The assumption that you're insane will cause you to act recklessly. There is less risk in assuming it's real and keeping some scepticism.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

But if I'm seeing things it make more sense to act careful, don't it? Might walk into something that's really there I can't see if I don't.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi is surprised by how much sense that make. He shows this in a slight lift of his eyebrows]

You could be cautious in that and in assuming that the people are false.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris can make sense, too!]

Yeah. S'pose that'd make most sense. But I weren't going to try walking through no one, or nothing. Be a bit weird, that. Even if you aren't really real.

[Pauses, because that might actually sound a bit offensive.]

Which you might be. I'm just not sure if you are.