it's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on

[didorothy]

[It really isn't much of a change, is it? DI Tyler looks a bit confused and out of place.]

[Not like we haven't seen this a hundred times before.]

...Right. What the Hell have I been doing for the last year?

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[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[AHAHAHAHA- I mean yes. Chris is staring.

Staring.

Pause.

...Anddddd hug!]

Boss! About bloody time!

[....erm. Letting go now.] Sorry, boss. Were a bit excited.

[didorothy]

[Wow, physical contact that isn't violent! Sam ... tolerates it, surprised as he is, and steps back] It's... it's all right, Chris. God. [He pinches the bridge of his nose.] What the hell happened? It's been a year and I didn't even think of this place. Jesus Christ.

[Aww look, he's shell-shocked by a scenery change! Again!]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex is standing there, her arms crossed and a nasty look in her eyes because... Well, let's just say, around here, she knows that face and it doesn't belong to Sam Tyler.]

Well, if you don't know the answer to that, you're in a world of trouble, aren't you?

[didorothy]

[It wouldn't be the first time he's had someone act aggressively at him because of the Master.]

Yeah, Diva's probably going to cut me. Twice. And then drink my blood until I'm made one of her Chevalier. God, and Hunt's going to break my ribs for forgetting it all. Why can't anyone who likes me not hurt me? [That, for the record, was addressed at the ceiling. It isn't like he expects Alex to answer.]

[Oh yeah, Alex! He should give her his attention back.]

Sorry, who are you?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris shrugs and chews his gum, giving Sam a big derp smile.] Don't know, boss. You forgot everything. Me and Ray, we'd try to tell you and you'd look at us like we was loopier than you. No offence.

[didorothy]

['loopier than me' nice, guys] None taken, Chris. Not much. Was it hypnosis or something? Thought I knew how to fight that.

...Oh, Christ, I haven't worked for the twins in a year. I'll have to do overtime for them.

[Excuse him, he's contemplating how to BASH HIS HEAD INTO A WALL until he forgets again.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Well, if his face didn't knock her off guard, that tirade did. She looks around, like she's trying to find the Master and validate the sudden realisation that has dawned on her.]

Um.

[Here, have some more gaping, Sam. And this is going to go on for a while. It's been a long haul here at the Plane, so give her a break.]

Sam?

[gotitwrong]

[You would not believe it, but Ray is actually mildly pleased to see you, Sam. And oh my god Scribbles I am pleased like no tomorrow.]

Finally decided to stop bein' a twonk, eh, Tyler?

[didorothy]

Okay, weird lady in terribly 80's clothing, now you're actually making him question someone else's sanity.]

That's my name too. We'll have to come up with nicknames. [Holding his hands up in defense] But not 'Gladys' or 'Dorothy,' please.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Ever helpful, Chris thinks in a clearly thoughtful way.]

Dunno. You were just...acting weird. But you're back now. So it's all right.

[didorothy]

[Oh Deroo, I live to troll you.]

I do my best, DS Carling. Care to give me an update on what I missed? I asked Chris, but... [But, well. It's Chris.]

[didorothy]

Clearly. [He turns on his heel, trying to get a grip on things, then turns to face Chris. He claps his hand together.] Right! Status report, DC Skelton. One year. What have I missed?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray shrugs.]

Been tryin' to avoid here, actually. Dunno, don't like the idea of everythin' bein' able to kick my arse.

Though. There were sommat what happened a couple of days ago.

[Thank god. He wished Sam were there then, and now here he is. Clearly Ray's problems shall be solved now.]

[didorothy]

[He is both mildly annoying in that standard Sam dickish way and vaguely pleased to be able to work again.]

[Don't worry, it'll pass.]

And that sommat was...?

[gotitwrong]

You know that bathhouse thing? Thirteenth floor was open. Chock full of bodies.

[didorothy]

No, I don't know that bathhouse thing, I don't remember any----what? Are they still there?

[C'mon, Ray! He trusts you and Chris to follow proper procedure by now. ...sometimes, anyway.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray shakes his head.]

No. You know how people are 'round here. Leave somethin' alone for a few minutes, they clean it up. Me and Chris though, we didn't get photos, but I had him sketch some of the wounds, state of the bodies, stuff like that.

[didorothy]

[...wow. Sam's eyebrows lift. He's impressed.] Thank you, Ray. Well done. Do you have a file of them with you, or...?

[gotitwrong]

Not on me. I can get it, though. From what I saw, it's not the work of any of our usual nutters. We either got a new one, or it's somebody else.

[He takes a deep drag of the cigarette you know he's smoking.]

I got a body, too, but I'd rather let it stay where I put it.

[didorothy]

Isn't that heartwarming. [Now these are the eyebrows of questioning.] Any particular reason you saw fit to remove the body, DS Carling?

[gotitwrong]

I were lookin' out for Chris, and that's all I'm sayin' 'bout it.

[Ray gives Sam a very serious look, one that implies he's not going to talk any further about it unless Sam really wants that body.]

[didorothy]

[...Hmm. Sam considers pressing it, but as that body probably isn't going anywhere, he can continue his inability to let a point rest later.] Right. Just try not to lose it. Can I have the file, then?

[gotitwrong]

Yeah, gimme a second.

[Ray drops off the plane for a few minutes before returning with what all he had Chris draw.]

Can't remember if you were around when those creepy winged things what looked like us were around, Tyler. So before you start complainin' 'bout how they look odd or anythin', that's what they looked like.

[He passes it to Sam.]

Figured there were at least a hundred bodies in there. Didn't count 'em all, but there were plenty.

OMG. JUST. OMG.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Since I don't think Nine actually knows that Sam and the Master look the same, you are going to have an equally confused Doctor on your hands, Sam. Granted, he doesn't feel like a Time Lord, but Nine can't exactly trust his fuzzy senses on that.]

Blimey, another one? 'Course, it makes sense if my self's got three versions...

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[LONG DISTANCE RUN TACKLE.]

Sam!!!

[There is a crazy attached to you now Sam. No, not that crazy. No, not that one, either.] Knock knock!