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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. ♥]

Comments

[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?

[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.

[ex_fatalist246]

[he settles back into deadpan]

I was at last check.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

You would say that, though. If I weren't real and wanted you to think I was I'd say the same.

[ex_fatalist246]

People who aren't real can't want anything. Because they're not real.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[...Well, now you've gone and ruined his theory. He's not sure what to say to that, so he just looks confused.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[For a moment, Satoshi feels a twinge of sympathy and the desire to come up with a justification for his own reality, but he realizes this is a bad idea]

Just take it on faith.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

...That you are real or aren't?

[ex_fatalist246]

That I am. It's less trouble.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

S'pose it is a bit. Can't really help it if I don't, though, can I?

[ex_fatalist246]

I don't really mind. Others might be bothered.