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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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

...the hell you goin' on about now, Tyler? You sound like your panties got in a twist.

[didorothy]

.... Guv? What - what are you doing here?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

How the bloody hell should I know? [smacks him upside the head] I went to bed last night on the couch and woke up outside some piss shit store I'd never seen before. I figure it's gotta be a nightmare 'cause you're here, you bleedin' nonce.

[didorothy]

Helpful as always, Guv. Okay, okay, so... So you're here, so it's definitely not a dream. And I can get back to Manchester if I just... do it. It shouldn't be hard for you, Guv - no thinking involved. This is the same place where I talked to that woman, or at least it looks like it...

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Wait just one minute there, Tyler. Just what the hell do you mean, no thinkin' involved? Keep that up and I'll give you somethin' to think about, we understood, D. I.?

And I don't remember seein' any bird.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea about some of the things you mentioned, but it does sound distressing. Perhaps you have similar experiences to my own. Is it a normal occurence for you to be standing in the middle of the galaxy?

[didorothy]

Yeah, you were probably too pissed to remember her. Sault, Meredith Sault. Wears a robe, looks like a Jedi. Ring any bells?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Can't say that she does. She some hippie bird or somethin'? That's gotta be the worst name I've ever heard, bloody hell.

[didorothy]

... No, not really. --what century are you from?

[didorothy]

It's French, Guv. The surname, that is. Her first name's Welsh. And she's not a hippie. ...probably. She didn't sound like one.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

...that's supposed to make it better how? I'd rather she be a hippie bird than some carpet-munching Frenchie, Tyler.

[didorothy]

If it makes you feel any better, she didn't have a French accent.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

It gives her points, Tyler.

So. She got nice tits?

[didorothy]

Sorry, Guv; wasn't paying much attention to her breasts. I was a bit busy trying to figure out why I appeared to be walking through space.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

The nineteenth, although it will be the twentieth in less than three months time. And yourself?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Tyler, in case you haven't noticed, the rest of us have always known you're in space. 'bout time you caught on. [Gene!pout] So if she didn't have good tits, what did she have? For investigative purposes, of course.

[didorothy]

... The nineteenth?

[papillon-hante.livejournal.com]

Rather fiesty, aren't you~?

[didorothy]

I mean literally, in space. [holds his arms out to indicate the space they are in] Or have you not noticed? [ignoring Gene's 'investigative purposes']

[didorothy]

...What?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

I'm quite sure of it, yes. 1899, to be exact, though I'm sure you have already figured that out from my last comment. And what year is it you're in, sir? I believe I am to assume, by your tone of surprise, that it is not the same as mine. Am I correct?

[didorothy]

Uhm, no. I was in... I was in 1973.

[papillon-hante.livejournal.com]

Rather angry, as well!

[didorothy]

I'm... I'm not angry...

[papillon-hante.livejournal.com]

Good, then. It does not do well to be angry.