[visual] OR [location: the Railway Arms]

[divtastic]

Chris, not being much of a liar, is blissfully unaware of today's glitch and is likely to remain so unless someone points it out to him. Currently he's seated at the bar in the Railway Arms with a pint of mild, and fiddling with the tablet. After a bit of struggling to understand and a lot of luck he's managed to work out all the settings

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[visual]

[notcursed]

Bored and kind of amused, Toby decides to help the guy out. He's not sure if he's ever seen him before and he has no idea about today's glitch, either so that's a plus.

"Yeah, it's working."

[divtastic]

Chris looks perhaps a bit too pleased by that achievement, and settles back into his bar stool with his pint. "Great. Took me forever to work it all out. Some really advanced stuff, innit?"

In Chris' case 'really advanced' meant that even a portable phone had been unheard of in his time. The closest that came to them were radios and walkie talkies, which really weren't quite on the same level.

[notcursed]

Toby tilts his head, a lazy shrug. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's not exactly your typical cell phone." Un...less this guy's not acquainted with cell phones, either. Which makes sense, he thinks.

[divtastic]

Toby would be right. There may have been early versions of the mobile phone in 1973, but they were nothing like the modern day variety. They weren't even called that back then.

Chris stared blankly for a long moment, trying to work out if he'd meant something that should have been obvious to him. "D'you mean radiophones?" he ventured carefully, deciding 'cell phone' must just have been some sort of American word he hadn't heard in the films or series he'd seen.

[Location: The Railway Arms]

[dci_gene_hunt]

Gene has the Quattro in Taxon, which although bloody confusing, is not unwelcome. He's driven pretty much all over, trying to find a way out, to no avail though. Time for a pint, at least when he's sat in the pub, things feel vaguely normal, even if it is his local from ten years ago and Chris seems to be from ten years ago too.

This place is just bloody weird, he's been reading people's messages on the tablet and trying to work out who's who and what's what. The conclusion - he's landed in a huge City sized psychiatric ward.

The Audi screeches to a halt outside the pub and with a frustrated car door slam, he heads inside.

[divtastic]

Chris looks over with a friendly grin, as pleased to see a familiar face as he would be an unfamiliar one. "All right, Guv?"

His attention is gone from the tablet immediately, and he shifts slightly to make the barstool next to him more accessible. "Bit weird this place, innit? Can't find the way out anywhere, and they've kidnapped the pub. What'd you want to kidnap a pub for, anyway? Nelson must be going mental, wondering where it's gone."

'Bit weird' is probably an understatement, considering, though of course Chris hasn't put much thought into how an entire building could have just been brought here. It's obviously possible somehow, and Chris has never been one to concern himself too much with exact details. Right now he's focussing more on how to deal with being here, rather than how they've got here.

[dci_gene_hunt]

"Chris." Gene greets him with his usual stoic unreadable expression and occupies said bar stool, clicking his fingers to get the barman's attention.

"Pint, and another one for 'im, luv." He glares at the barman who doesn't belong here, just his presence pisses him off, even if he does have a convenient Manchester accent.

"'S a cheap copy innit, like bloody Madame Tussauds." He gestures at the barman, "that empty-headed tosser might as well be made out of wax."

[divtastic]

Chris squints at the barman, picking up his current drink to try and finish it before the barman hands him his next one. Considering he's barely drank half of it, it's something he's doomed to fail at.

"What d'you reckon's happened to Nelson if they haven't brought him here?" he asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "They didn't even do a proper job of replacing him. This bloke's not from Jamaica, that's for sure."

Not that Nelson could have been replaced properly. He was a fixture at the Railways Arms, and without him it was impossible for it to really be like it was back home.