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[didorothy]

Right, so. Has anyone else noticed any changes to their homes? Other than the random shop and the sudden appearance of the astral plane, that is.

For example, I have a big chunk of 2006 sitting in the middle of my 1973. Yuyuko and Fumie have both noticed differences in how someone they know behaves. [and Gene Hunt now has sparkly blood, but we're just not going to mention that]

[Incidentally, he is speaking a bit thickly, as he has a broken nose.]

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[didorothy]

[winces a little but steps closer to him] I didn't think it was that bad.

[lamb_of_gold]

*Gives it a good look*

If "clearly broken" isn't that bad, then I don't know what is.

[didorothy]

Ripped off, cut off, smashed in so the bones go up into your brain...

[lamb_of_gold]

*rolls his eyes*

At least it's not out of position. That saves you some pain. *gingerly touches the tip of the nose and the magical tingly warmth of healing spreads all around Sam's face*

Dare I ask what caused this?

[didorothy]

[weird healing things!] ... Huh. Thanks.

It was, uh... [to out his abuser or not to out him? Well, the hesitation gives him away already] The Guv did it. Not on purpose, but he was holding a gun, and he has a pretty heavy fist without one.

[lamb_of_gold]

Guv? Oh, Gene. Does this happen often? *Feeling around to make sure it's all healed up*

[didorothy]

[this is also a weird feeling] Breaking my nose? No. We get into fights sometimes, but he doesn't usually break anything.

[lamb_of_gold]

*dot goes UP*

The fights I can understand, but "Usually"?

[didorothy]

[battered housewife is now now slightly defensive of her abuser] He doesn't do it on purpose. Aside from any other reason, an officer with broken bones isn't a very effective one. But accidents happen.

[lamb_of_gold]

*The walking lie detector believes only some of your bullshit and gives you a look that says as much*

Forgive me if I seem intrusive, but do these accidents involve any amount of alcohol?

[didorothy]

[snorts - and hey, it doesn't hurt to do that, lucky Sam]

He can hardly see straight when he's hammered, let along punch straight. 'course, he has high tolerance, and I'd wager that he constantly has more alcohol content in his blood than is legal if you're driving, but it isn't like that.

[lamb_of_gold]

...The man is perpetually intoxicated then...?

[didorothy]

No. Well, yes. ... He bleeds whisky.

[lamb_of_gold]

*Have one of the most horrified/slightly disgusted stares Sam might have ever seen on someone*
...I hope you don't mean that literally.

[didorothy]

[slightly amused by this, to be honest] Usually, I don't mean literally.

[lamb_of_gold]

Well that's a relief, albeit a small one. Still, I don't understand the allure in alcohol at all.

[didorothy]

It helps.

[lamb_of_gold]

What could getting inebriated help with, except giving other people blackmail fodder?
*someone is now GENUINELY curious*

[didorothy]

It helps you get by.

[lamb_of_gold]

Again, forgive me if I sound rude, but I've never touched a drop and I've "gotten by" fine....though I suppose our circumstances are quite different....

[didorothy]

It helps you get by in a lot of ways. Everyone in Gene's world drinks. It's madness not to.

[lamb_of_gold]

And what about yours? I get the feeling your world and Gene's aren't quite the same...

[didorothy]

I'm from a much younger generation.

[lamb_of_gold]

You didn't answer the question, Sam.

[didorothy]

We're both in Manchester, 1973. It's the same world. Well, except that bit of 2006 that wasn't there before.