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coulddo_nowrong April 10 2009, 01:05:40 UTC
If asked, Reed Chandler would see absolutely nothing wrong with including oneself in one's own fictional universe.

This is, very possibly, all one really needs to know about Reed.

He is, currently, sipping a beer, watching the schmuck who just came in through the Door and making bets with himself as to how long it will take for the guy to realize where he is.

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 01:46:02 UTC
"Oh, do you write?"

A manuscript flying everywhere is the kind of clue that's just a little too subtle for Reed.

"Well, they might not recognize you," he offers helpfully.

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 01:49:21 UTC
He's about to say: 'I'm pretty sure they will. I dreamed it that way - and I kinda started the first draft on it too.'

But.

He doesn't want to go off sounding like an arrogant asshole.

So, instead, he says: "... yeah. I guess."

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 01:52:04 UTC
"Oh, don't worry about it," Reed says bracingly. "Security will probably get to them before they can do you too much damage, anyway."

He'll get to explaining the actual rules. Eventually. If it comes up.

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 01:53:28 UTC
"Huh? They've got security here too?"

He pauses.

"I guess that's good to know."

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 02:00:51 UTC
"Of course," Reed says. "I mean, they'll let anyone in, they'd better have a way of cleaning up after some of the patrons here."

Reed doesn't start a lot of fights. It reflects badly on the family name at home, and being in lock-up isn't worth it here.

Not for fighting, anyway.

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 02:06:17 UTC
"Oh - oh, yeah. Yeah, that makes a whole lotta sense."

He pauses.

"Sam and Dean would probably be prone to violence if -"

Another pause.

"What the hell am I saying? This is crazy. They're characters. They come from my head."

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 02:27:13 UTC
"Sam and Dean," Reed says consideringly - are the names familiar to him? Are they, Chuck?

(No, they're totally not.)

"Well, maybe Milliways just thought you needed some fresh air," he suggests.

Oh, he left the implied question unanswered, didn't he? Oops.

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 02:43:30 UTC
"Yeah, Sam and Dean."

Chuck is a little too flustered to pay very much attention to the inflections of Reed's voice. If he's considering their names for whatever reasons, Chuck remains oblivious.

"Can you get fresh air at the end of the universe? I always thought a jog around the park was good enough."

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 02:50:30 UTC
"Oh, yes, you can go outside if you're into that sort of thing."

Reed eyes Chuck rather doubtfully. He doesn't look like the sort who's into that sort of thing. Writers, Reed's grasp of assorted stereotypes informs him, never are.

Reed himself exercises - he plays football at Harvard - but not here. Never here. Criminal waste of a perfectly good bar, that would be.

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 02:58:04 UTC
"There's an outside - wait, but what about the anti-gravity, nothing-but-space thing? How can there be space out there and an ... outside?"

Yeah. Reed would have that about right. Most of the time, Chuck stays home in his boxer shorts and a towel-robe, clicking away at his computer. Or, barring that, he'd have a thick set of papers and several BIC pens ready for editing.

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 03:00:34 UTC
Reed shrugs, indifferent.

"Don't know," he says. "There just is."

He'd wondered that initially himself, but the upside of not thinking about things very much is that you come to accept them very quickly.

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 03:06:08 UTC
Truuuue. But Chuck is all about the details.

How else do those sentences get written? They don't write themselves, after all.

"There just ... is." He shakes his head. "Is this generally how people feel about this place? It's just here. Just because?"

If so, he'll really have to change his reactions.

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 03:17:17 UTC
"There's no point in asking about a lot of things here," Reed explains. "No one knows the answers."

Some people still seem curious, but honestly, how much fun can they possibly get out of endlessly discussing questions with no answers? Why even bother?

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mm_dyna April 12 2009, 03:22:28 UTC
Fair enough!

But it's also human nature.

"I find that hard to believe - that no one knows the answers. What about the guy who built this place? Didn't he leave a record?"

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coulddo_nowrong April 12 2009, 03:27:54 UTC
"What, the Landlord?" Reed asks. "No one's ever seen him. I don't even know if he exists."

He shrugs and sips his beer. The conversation is rapidly becoming boring. Philosophy is not Reed's strong point.

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