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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[this is Gene. he is rather comfortably buried under a haphazard pile of blankets, one leg flung off to the side as he sprawls out along the sheets, mumbling a little as he slowly wakes. it was a nice sleep, filled with happy dreams of bagging the baddies, not to mention some good old apologetic sex with the missus after the whole drunken episode the other day. though, really...was she always that rough? he didn't remember her biting...

but no matter! it is morning and the Guv is rested and content and happily turns over on the bed, placing an arm around his wife's waist to pull her closer or himself, it doesn't matter, nuzzling at the back of her neck before opening groggy eyes to see -- ]

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!

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[didorothy]

[watch - Sam's brain is beginning to function again. It's decided to completely disregard the possibility of the Master and Gene shagging (because that's just WRONG) and yet also questions the plausibility of the Master breaking in. Oh, and Gene? He doesn't believe for a second that you'd shoot him.

Wait a minute! What's this? Is Sam... taking control of the situation?]

Right, then. The Master needs his clothes back. Then he can get out of here. [looks over at the Master] You have someone to take care of that bullet wound, right? [indeed, Sam has managed to dissassociate himself from the situation so well that he can bring himself to slip past the naked!Master and step into Gene's room, moving to take the Master's clothes and give them back to him]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene hates it when you take control, Sam, and shows it by rather pissily throwing the Master's trousers into the hall, aiming at the Time Lord's head for one last good smack with the fabric, since he can't hit him with his fist.] Don't bloody touch me, Tyler. [crosses his arms, glaring] And I hope he bleeds to death, the piece of shit. Breaking in or not, he was still in my Goddamn bedroom [notices how he fails to specify bed] and he needs to bloody well get out of my house before I shoot him again.

And you, Tyler. [have a hearty glare] What the hell do you think you're doing, barging in uninvited?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he does, indeed, get hit with them, but catches them afterwards in a sort of clumsy way; of course he doesn't put them on there, he's not going to stay any longer than necessary, and Sam is now out of the way

he manages a few more words, none directed towards Gene this time because Gene is still the man with the gun and thus still the biggest threat]

I don't know, Mr. Tyler.

[after saying that, he begins to weakly hobble off, using the wall for support]

[didorothy]

If you don't, there are enough medics on the astral level that someone should be able to help.

[and that's all the aid he's going to give to the murderer of his friend. His very naked friend, but that's not the point]

[Gene, you get Sam sending you a Look, because now that his mind has decided that Gene and the Master Definitely Weren't Doing Anything, that leaves Sam free to mock Gene relentlessly over it] I heard a gunshot from your house. I hadn't known that gunfights are your version of foreplay. Really have to question your taste there, Guv, didn't realise you-


[ooc; I use my discretion in ending the sentence there, as I have a feeling that Sam's not going to get to finish it]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[and you would be correct, because Gene just punched Sam in the face. hard. he may or may not have used the handle of his gun in the process] Don't you bloody start, Tyler, or I will kick out your teeth and then shoot you. I'm not a Goddamn poof and I sure as hell want nothing to do with that bloody div! Now I suggest you shut it before I make you, Gladys.

[notes the Master dragging himself down his hall] I expect you to pay for that carpet you lousy piece of shit! And if I ever see you again I'll fucking kill you!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and the Master doesn't say anything in reply, he just gets the hell outta there]

[didorothy]

[Sam, however, cannot 'get the hell out of here' because that was his face hit by the Guv's sizable fist, backed up by the handle of his gun, and now he's dizzy and his nose is bleeding and he really hopes he didn't hear a cracking noise. Sam is just going to sit down here now, covering his face with his hands and, in a somewhat silly move, making sure that none of the blood gets on his sleeves or on the floor]