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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.

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[didorothy]

[so used to the office slang that it takes him a moment to know what she's talking about] I imagine that's a trial, yes.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

So what kind of cases do you do?

[didorothy]

Robbery, murder, r-- uh, hostage-taking scenarios, guns trafficking - if we can get it past the RCS - busting up drug and p-- other rings... whatever my DCI decides is worth A Division's time.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

You do a lot. So you work with that rude guy?

[didorothy]

The Guv? Yes, he's my DCI. [icon says it all] My superior officer.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I don't like him. He was picking on me. I think he's watched way too many bad cop movies.

[didorothy]

[muttered] He predates most bad cop movies. [clearly] You should avoid him, if you can. I doubt he'd hit you, but he's still a bit of a... brute.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I can't take what he said lying down. But I can't get back at him very well, either.

[didorothy]

What did he say to you?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Mm, let's see. A lot of things. 'Chick' 'bird' 'bloody gook'... I don't even understand half of his nicknames and I still feel insulted.

[didorothy]

He called you a -- oh, Gene. [the sigh of a long-suffering man]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I heard foreigners are usually pretty rude, though. But I didn't think they were that rude.

[didorothy]

Not all foreigners are rude. Don't consider him an example of the rest of us.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Well, you're nice.

[didorothy]

Thank you. You're nice, too. Still haven't got your name.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Ah! Hashimoto Fumie. You can call me Fumie.

[didorothy]

Good to meet you, Fumie!

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, too, boss!

[didorothy]

[grins and laughs]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[pauses, then perhaps nervously shifts her weight] Ne, so...How do we get out of here? I haven't found an exit.

[didorothy]

Ahh. It's hard to explain. It's ... when you move your hand, you don't think about moving your hand. You just move it. So I guess what you have to try to do is just step on the level. Easy as accessing the internet.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

So. I just have to think really hard about leaving the leve- [and she poofs for a minute before reappearing, looking rather startled] Okay I get it!! That's really weird! I was back in Daikoku...and it looked like it was still after school.

[didorothy]

From what I've learned of this place, time doesn't pass while you're in it.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[and just flops over onto the ground] Thank god. I was worried my parents would ground me for being gone so long.

[didorothy]

[laughs and sits beside her] Would've been a bit tough to explain that one to 'em, yeah.