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[didorothy]

Oh, great. Wonderful. Fantastic. Bloody geniuses, the lot of you! What was it this time? Come on, tell me. Ring me up! Oh, but no, no radio here, no telly. Will the stars sing out the answer? A heavenly chorus of medical malpractice? What sort of drug did you overdose me on this time?

Well, come on! [hits himself on the head] Where’s the television? I need to see how the rest of this case plays out. I just want to go– [disappears for a moment, before reappearing]

...

All right, so maybe it isn’t drugs.

Comments

[didorothy]

Just think yourself off. Except you don't think, because you don't think about moving you're hand, that's just stupid. Just... go back. Like this. [disappears, and then reappears] It's easy.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[stares, then rubs his face, breathing deeply] Right, right. Uh... [tries, fails] Bloody hell. What do you mean, go back? To what? Kansas?

[didorothy]

[muttering] Pretty much. [clearly] To Manchester. Unless there's somewhere else you'd go back to? Come on, Guv. It's as easy as downing a pint. Don't think about it - just do it.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[glares, but closes his eyes, thinking about home and the pub. opens them and, boom, that's exactly where he is. with no Tyler. so, uh...goes back. reluctantly] Oi, Gladys! Stop dawdling and get your ass moving. We've got a date at the pub.

[didorothy]

Yeah, but... can't we look around a bit more?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

What more do you want than a pub? You act like there's more important things.

[didorothy]

It might be helpful to find out what this place is.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

And it can wait until I'm good and bloody cocked. Now come on.

[didorothy]

Fine. But I'm coming back as soon as you're done. [and let's all note that Nelson is going to stare when Sam orders a round for the Guv, and the Guv isn't there]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Then you're gonna be there a while. [and everyone else is gonna stare at Gene when he tells Sam to go buy the round]

[didorothy]

... Guv, I want to investigate. [whiny? yes] You've got a drink on you, don't you? Can't we wait?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[and out comes the Guv's canteen, from which he takes a swig, smacking his lips in satisfaction] ...Fine. An hour. And then you're comin' to the pub whether you like it or not, 'cause you're buying me a round, got that, Tyler? Now let's go, Gladys.

[didorothy]

'course, Guv. [yay, investigating time!]