383. Seven Minutes in Heaven: THE RETURN

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The Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme

THE RETURN

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Liam Riley || Original Character

[scots_fuzz]

One of these times I'm going to catch you on SWS or an adventure meme or something.

[lone_defender]

[When did she sign up for this? Who put her name down for it, seriously? It's not even all that funny.

Answer this, DI Riley.]

Yeah? You'd better.

[scots_fuzz]

[The universe is being extremely cruel to him this week. Extremely. Cruel.

He tries to turn and jiggle the doorknob but.] --Dammit, it's stuck.

Oh I'm watching for it, pal. When you're least expecting it--WHAM. LIKE THAT.

[lone_defender]

[Is that a dig? That'd better not be a dig.]

Can't you just...use your training and kick it down? [You know. Copper training 101: Kicking out closet doors.]

GOOD. Cuz. SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN.

[scots_fuzz]

[Peanut gallery says: No comment.]

I just thought I'd [He jiggles the door again anyway.] try the door first.

[Then he backs up as much as he can in the teeny little closet. Which is about the length he'd need to kick at the door.]

Before [And he does his most powerful flatfooted tactical kick.] kickin' it down. [Yeah that fails miserably.] Or tryin'.

Have you got a lockpick kit on ye?

YEP. JUST WAIT. Until...you know...there's an actual adventure meme or something.

[lone_defender]

[It'd better.

She edges away from the door in case it splinters or something...but yeah. Pretty much all he manages is a loud bang. Awesome. Just...awesome. That's spectacular.

She squints over at him a moment.] What kind've a person do I look like? Why would I be carrying a lock pick kit? [...It's in her other jacket.] Have you got one? Or a universal key or something? A closet door can't be that complicated a lock, can it?

Y-YEAH.

[scots_fuzz]

[... He blinks.] It's in my other jacket.

It shouldnae be too complicated, no.

Have you got a bobby pin? [His logic is sound. Female + ~hair~ = bobby pins. Usually.]

GOOD.

[lone_defender]

[She gives a snort of laughter--what is it about the useful coats always being at home when you could actually use them, anyway?--but her amusement drops right back into a scathing look at the bobby pin thing.

Really?

Really? Does it look like she uses bobby pins?]

No. [Although...she digs through her pocket for a moment or two, and...] I've got a paper clip? That work?

[scots_fuzz]

[Dude, his sisters would make them appear out of nowhere, even if their hair was down like Rose's was most of the time. Sound. Logic.

Then again they were his sisters, not Rose Tyler.]

It might just. Gi' et here? [He's still looking at the door handle as he holds his hand out kinda blindly behind him for the hopeful lock pick.]

[lone_defender]

[Rose Tyler is no one's sister.

...Except Tony. But she's the awesome older sister, minus bobby pins. Also, his blind groping almost succeeds in knocking the pin out of her hand. Almost. Fortunately, she manages to press the bit of metal into his palm instead.]

At least if there's anyone out there listening in you've probably left 'em deaf and stunned.

Laptop death and zonking out this morning killed his original reply. *pout*

[scots_fuzz]

[He catches the paperclip in the flesh of his palm and brings it 'round so he can see what he's doing while he tries bending it to fit the lock.

Older sisters are definitely awesome. Liam had one. He would know.]

How d'ye mean? [wiggle wiggle, bend]...

Baw poor reply.

[lone_defender]

[Just how many does he have? He must have had eventful holidays.

She crosses her arms and leans against the wall as she watches him work.]

Well you just kicked it, if they were leaning against it I think they've got a headache at least. I'm over here and my ears are ringing a bit.

It died a saaad death.

[scots_fuzz]

[He'd had two sisters and they were eventful holidays in his youth, certainly. He had at least two scars to prove it.]

Fair point, sorry 'bout the noise. [bend, wiggle bend. Then he squints at the lock.] That should do it.

Did it get a funeral?

[lone_defender]

[Just what kind of scars, because all of her scarring fun came along after adulthood.]

If we find anyone stunned out there you're forgiven. [She pushes off from the door and glances at him.] Unlocked?

There were bagpipes and everything. So dignified.

[scots_fuzz]

[Christmas '87: scraped a knee pretty harshly while riding elder sister Jane's brand new, too-big-for-Liam bike. Might still have some gravel in from the tumble. Easter '92: falling from a tree while retrieving little Emily's basket from a high branch at his Gran's. 12 stitches on the crown of his head. Eventful enough?]

All right, I c'n accept that. [He tries the handle and... it unlocks!] Wahey, look a' that! [He grins widely as the door opens.]

At least it had a good funeral if not a good life.

[lone_defender]

[Eh, maybe. Points for the stitches, sure. Not so sure about the bike tumble, though, she tumbled on her bike, too.]

Ah! [Whooo! She grins.] Yes! Now...where are we? [Because she's got nooo idea.]