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[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[suddenly appears running and trips, skidding back] D-Definitely not good!! [pulls out a metatag - a.k.a a slip of paper thing - and throws it down, which makes a pretty light pattern on the ground] D-damn thing...

[slumps down and pulls her knees up to her chest] It a-attacked something. I don't remember what... This isn't funny!! I hate stupid scary things! [arming herself anyway and going through her metatags] Stupid stupid...

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[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[clearly it was also very important to note she was right first] Eh?? No, I'm not in Manchester. You're in Daikoku.

[didorothy]

No, this is Manchester, 1973. Look! [points to a textile factory] That's the textile factor that's going to be my apartment one day.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[looks at it, then takes her glasses off and looks again] No, it's a manufacturing area for the speakers attached to glasses.

[didorothy]

But it's -- [oh crap, Godzilla foot! Sam grabs Fumie and drags her away as the foot comes crashing down beside them]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[clings to Sam's arm for the moment] How do you kill Godzilla besides really big explosions??

[didorothy]

Find King Kong and set them up against each other? --Is it going to eat that?? [and that would be Godzilla eating the textile factory. His eyes glaze across the apartment, as if they can't really catch hold of it] What - what did it just do?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[looks up from hiding in his arm] I...I don't know. [frowns] What was it going to eat? It didn't eat anyone, did it?

[didorothy]

I don't know, I - [runs a hand through his hair] Forget it. Let's go back to the Astral plane. Someone might have news there, and while we are there, nothing will happen here.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[nods and shudders] Right... [then more determined] Right! Let's go Sam. We'll investigate!

[didorothy]

[grins at her] Yeah, we will.