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[didorothy]

[Sam is standing there, flipping a coin! It's fun. No, really! Toss it in the air, slam it on the back of the hand, call out what it is.

Recently, it's been heads.

A lot.

Oh well. At least the Queen was pretty good-looking in '73. Another toss!]

Heads! Again. Right, I'm going to have a talk with the Laws of Probability about their stealing plot from post-modernist absurdist/existentialist literature. Not that absurdist/existentialist literature ever has much plot.

[tosses the coin, slams it on back of hand, looks at it] Heads.

I hate existentialism. Philosophy in general, really.

[coin toss! Hand slam, coin check! Frowny face: present] Forty-two times is forty-one times more than enough. [throws the coin away from him.

Pauses.

And curiosity reigns supreme as Sam goes to check the coin] ...Heads. Could be my meds.

I really hope it's my meds.

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[contract_star]

[Is watching him for a bit before approaching.] Your meds?

[didorothy]

Medication, you know?

[...picks up the coin and tosses it, catching it again] The thing is, they usually tell me, in one way or another. So it's entirely possible that this is absolutely natural. There may no meaning at all behind this highly improbably sequence.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

....Sam? Are you all right?

[didorothy]

[as if this is the coin's fault, and it ought to be imprisoned for confusing a police officer] The coin keeps landing heads.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I think someone's just a little too obsessed with that coin.

[didorothy]

I think someone fails to recognise the implications of a coin landing heads up forty-two times consecutively.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Exactly how long have you been at that?

[didorothy]

[pauses. Pulls out the coin, looks at his watch, tosses it, slams it on the back of his hand, looks at it - heads, by the way - and checks the watch again]

'bout five seconds a coin toss. So that's something under four minutes.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[here, have the Brig, as he is avoiding dealing with work at the moment - a rare case indeed]

Not double headed?

[didorothy]

No, and it doesn't seem to be loaded. [holds the coin out to the Brig for inspection, if the Brig should so desire]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Drugs are really bad for you, Boss.

[didorothy]

The dosage makes the poison, Fumie.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[watches, amused]

[didorothy]

[tosses the coin to Demyx]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Too much plot in absurdist/existentialist literature would defeat the purpose.

[didorothy]

Because the point is that there is no point, right?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[watching, then] It could be other things.

[didorothy]

[waves a hand, indicating that the Doctor may rattle his reasons away]

[lamb_of_gold]

It's hardly an impossibility.

[didorothy]

But it is an improbability. A high improbability. One over two to the power of forty.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack seems all too amused by this] Having a little issue with reality?

[didorothy]

[thanks, Jack] Looks like it's Friday again.

[madamemoiselle]

{:| Gene can shove it} So does this mean Sam is lucky or unlucky?

[didorothy]

Neither, as I'm not betting on either heads or tails.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Just exploring the Plane when she comes across Sam. Watches with her head tilted for awhile, since she's never seen anyone do that before.]

What are you doing, young one?

[didorothy]

[slightly irritable due to excessive coin tossing] I'm not exactly a 'young one,' and even if I am relative to your age, has it ever occured to you that the name is a bit demeaning? I'm Sam Tyler. What's your name?

[coin toss. alskdjgds HEADS]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

'Meds?' Are you feeling well?

[didorothy]

[hi, no, guess who's in Sam's bad boooks?] Why did you call Diva a monster?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[yeah. Gene Hunt is wondering what's up with you. and none-too-subtly, either]

[didorothy]

[points at the coin]

Gene, make it stop landing heads.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Have a curious Mafia boss who is giving you a strange look] Meds..?

[didorothy]

Medication.

[pause, and then he tosses the coin to Dino]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Have a raised eyebrow and a scrubs-clad Misaki, Sam.] Something amiss?

[didorothy]

It keeps--

[toss/catch/check]

--landing--

[toss/catch/check]

--heads.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Does it have a tails side?

[didorothy]

Yes, it does, and it's not weighted, either. [shows the tails side to Minato]

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

Or it could be the universe trying to tell you something.

[didorothy]

Such as?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Walks up to him sideways, looking far cleaner than usual. Even her spark plug is shiny.] Who spit in your sprinkles, Nancylocks?

[didorothy]

I have no idea what you just said.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[She is trying very hard to avoid the rude thought that people here are even weirder than at home.]

[didorothy]

[don't be rude; Sam is very sane!]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...I could give you one without heads, if you like.

[didorothy]

That entirely misses the point, Doctor.

[another coin flip!]