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[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[And just like that, someone pops up onto the plane, whistling away. Rather, he was whistling. He's not anymore. No, see, winding up in a completely nonsensical place instead of the inside of a shop will usually kill any tune you've got]

Well...this is a first. [He takes a quick look at his rear and, yup. The street just isn't there anymore.] I hope this isn't supposed to mean I've gone off my nut now. Oh blimey, now that would be a right mess, wouldn't it? Have a hard time explaining this one, I would indeed.

[He reaches into his trench coat and pulls out his glasses, putting them on and taking a good sweep of the place. He spots the flyers and, going back to whistling, walks over and picks one out. He gives it a good few reads, even chuckling a little]

Right, that's quite enough of that I think. [He pockets the flyer and starts walking off to find someone] Let's have ourselves a gander and see if we can't get a logical explanation for all this.

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[gotitwrong]

[Hi Keats. Say hello to Ray circa 1975. He's not quite the man you're used to, if the different style of dress, the short cut hair, and the long scar running under his right eye and down his face is any indication.]

Ain't a logical explanation for this, buddy.


[A rare moment where Ray is feeling sociable. Yes. Plus I couldn't resist.]

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

No offense but I'm hard pressed to bel-[Wow. No really, wow. Struck silent really. Aren't you supposed to be kicking back in Heaven there, Ray...

No. No, not you. You're different, aren't you? The clothes, the hair, the scar...

Yeah, he's just staring now.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray just sort of grins smugly.]

Problem?

[Ray is potentially seeing if he can start shit with a stranger. He seems normal enough, so he's going to test whether or not this is some super powered nutter.


Which probably isn't wise. But it's Ray, and he's gotta blow some steam.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[You know who isn't Sam Tyler? Mr "I Dress Up Like Clergymen And Summon Daemons From Beneath The Earth" Master. But he does look like him.] I haven't heard anyone say 'gander' in at least a century. What year are you supposed to be from?

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Gives his head a little shake and plucks off his glasses] Sorry bout that. The damnedest thing really, but you look quite a bit like a former colleague of mine.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray is vaguely interested.]

That's a new one. Seen blokes what look like Tyler - or fellas claimin' to know someone who looks 'quite a bit' like him.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Oh for the love of... There's an honest touch of confusion on his features, but only for a moment] And this just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.

Can't say I was expecting to be getting questions when I was looking for answers. Especially peculiar ones such as that. All the same, nineteen eighty three.

Now just who are you supposed to be?

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Well. You're certainly who you look like.]

Tyler? By any chance that wouldn't happen to be DI Sam Tyler, now would it?

[gotitwrong]

[Cue Ray looking a bit annoyed.]

Lemme guess. You're a buddy of his from 'Hyde'?

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Well, we're gleefully off topic now but this? This is...interesting]

Not at all. Only been to Hyde once or twice myself, and never long enough to get well acquainted with anyone. Nice enough place, sure, but never quite was my cup of tea.

No, we've never properly met, but I have heard of your Sam Tyler. His reputation and his work precedes him, if I do say so myself.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray pulls out a cigarette.]

Good thing he ain't around to hear it.

[He lights up and takes a drag.]

DS Carling.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it, Ray.

[He extends a hand, polite as can be] DCI Jim Keats. All this nonsense aside, a pleasure to meet you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

By intention and existence, the Master. Now who are you? British, 1983, not particularly classy, in a suit. I hope you aren't another of those obnoxious police officers. I'm getting sick of having to kill them, and I don't get sick of killing easily.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray just glances down at it, but doesn't shake it.]

Now, how is it you know me? Never said my name, so I'm guessin' I am that 'former colleague' of yours. 'cept I've never seen your face in me life.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Drops the hand then. Oh well, he wasn't counting on the gesture being returned]

Now that's a very good question, one I feel I may not be able to properly answer. It sounds like we've both got our fair share of confusion going on, however, as I don't know any DS Carling. Now, one DI Carling, on the other hand...

Quite the conundrum this is all proving.

[gotitwrong]

DI Carling? ...What year are you from?

[Ray has so gotten used to time shenanigans that this is seriously his first thought.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene's just gonna snort at that logic bit] Good luck.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

I have the distinct feeling we're going to the same place with this one. Nineteen eighty three.

[Because, really, what else would it be?]

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

A finer start there never was, I'm sure. But at least you're blunt about it. No failing that.

DCI Jim Keats. And while it's my personal opinion that I'm by no means obnoxious, I suppose my bias invalidates it.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[He had a retort. He did. But really. You just had to be here too, didn't you.



Perfect]

Oh, there hasn't been any of that yet. A pity, really.

[gotitwrong]

1975.

[And as if to punctuate it, he blows smoke in Keats' face. This obviously is not a super powered nutter. This is an ordinary guy, just like him. Which means he can aggravate him until he's content. Oh happy day.]

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[He wafts the smoke away idly while inwardly backflipping gleefully. This was it. Wrapped in smoky paper and adorned with a piss poor bow. A second chance. Today couldn't get any better.]

So, let me get this straight. [He pulls out the flyer again and waves it a little] Not only is this supposedly all true, but it just so happens that time is equally nonsensical. That about correct?

[gotitwrong]

Pretty much. A mate of mine, he's from 2009 or sommat like that. Don't ask about it none, but he dresses like a twonk, and some of the stuff he brings 'round has dates on it.

[Ray is debating giving this man the benefit of a doubt. He's apparently a future colleague...]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[He didn't actually think he'd be right.] What is it with you lot? Don't tell me they replace Hunt with you in the future. You don't quite have the swagger.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Do it Ray. You know you want to.]

Bloody hell, now I know why this place has its own pub. I believe it is in my best interest to postpone any further attempts to understand this all until I have a drink in hand.