Posted: Feb 25, 2014 8:28 am
Seriously. I've been just chatting with the both of them, not 20 minutes ago, in perfect English, even took care to use British English and I spoke a bit slower than I usually would, so that I could monitor my pronunciation better. We were in some mansion, with completely white furniture, large kitchen and large, wide windows with a view of a beautiful, colorful garden. And none of it felt or looked the slightest bit off. Looking back, the only thing that was very weird were the cloths I wore. Some...darker blue? pants, a dark blue hooded jumper, with the hood up, face obscured by dark shadows only my mouth and chin visible, and the bottom bit of the jumper pulled up, tucked in the neck, pulled down again and twisted up into a not on my chest, if you can picture that. I caught a reflection of myself in a mirror and didn't even double take.
I cannot even recall most of the conversation, but I remember Ian McKellen mentioning he was looking forward to the premiere of the latest X-Men movie, and I can only recall my last few lines.