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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.

Comments

[contract_star]

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

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

....Sam? Are you all right?

[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.

[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.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should stop flipping it.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

[...well, that was very logical] That's very pragmatic, Annie, but it doesn't explain why it keeps landing that way..

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Why does it matter so much?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Exactly how long have you been at that?

[didorothy]

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

[didorothy]

Because coins don't do that! They don't land heads up forty-two times in a row!

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

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

Not double headed?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[Will now be taking your coin away, Sam] Are you sure it was landing heads up every time?

[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.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Drugs are really bad for you, Boss.

[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]

[didorothy]

[heeeyyyyy] Yes, I am, and what are you doing, Annie?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's time for a break?

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[watches, amused]

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Taking the coin away, what's it look like I'm doing?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

You're standing in flipping space, mate. I think there's something called perspective. [goes to examine the coin anyway] Maybe probability rules don't work here.

[didorothy]

Why? Give me my coin back, Annie.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

I started in Manchester and it wasn't working there, too. [...yes, he dropped onto the Plane so he wouldn't take time out of work because of his coin tossing. What?]

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Not until you stop obsessing over it.