On it's own, number one. [Holo]

[dci_gene_hunt]

"Bolly! Bolly! BOLLY!" Gene contemplated actually shaking the female Detective lying in the Intensive Care unit to stir her into some kind of reaction. She had to wake up. Fucking hell Alex, wake the fuck up now damn you

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[holo]

[beholdthedrums]

Amazing that, the epitome of Earth’s apes come to visit. And here the Master was hoping a bit of quiet until the Ori business blew over. Here's quite the irritating one. “Really, must you make such a loud entrance?” Some people were actually trying to get work done. The Master sighs and crosses arms over his suit, staring at the man with an annoyed look.

Of course quiet was too much to ask - who was he kidding? - especially from a human. He really needed to stop paying attention to the new arrivals; he rarely found anything useful from them.

[dci_gene_hunt]

Right as the door behind him... he was expecting it to close but freakily enough the thing just disappeared. Disappearing doors are the least of his worries though when he's confronted with the fucking Jiminy Cricket version of bloody Tyler hovering above his pong machine.

"Christ on a bloody bike..." He just kind of stares for a minute, accent might be a tad posher but the bloody advice is just as pompous as it ever was.

"Either I'm as fruit 'n bloody nut as you were now, or this is one in the eye for every bible bashing bastard out there. I was expecting Britt Ekland, not you."

[holo]

[beholdthedrums]

That causes the Master to pause and run over the other's words through his mind - passed all the vulgarity to what may actually matter. His arms fall to his side and he only lets a sliver of his confusion filter into his expression. "Excuse me?" are his next words, and he wonders who the 'not you' was referring to: Harold Saxon or the Master. Neither should have warranted this sort of reaction, however.

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[dci_gene_hunt]

"I spent enough time doing that back in the seventies, Tyler." This is just bloody wonderful this is, all that bollocks that Sam used to spout about not belonging there, and his precious sodding Hyde and now here he was, thinking pretty much the same thing.

"So what's the deal 'ere? You're the bloody expert, don't think I landed on the wicked witch so finding the ruby slippers is out."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte knew she was in no mood to be answering new arrivals, but she didn't let that stop her. It was probably the only thing that kept her from stealing the pack of John's smokes sitting a few feet away from her. Or pouring a drink.

"You're in Taxon and unless you brought someone with you that you don't like, you won't need the gun."

[dci_gene_hunt]

"Thanks for the advice sweetheart." Gene eyes the image of the blonde skeptically. Bloody Taxon, there isn't any such place, and how the hell is she talking to him via a computer anyway?

"Think I'll be the judge of whether I need this or not though Blondie, you just keep looking pretty."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She's in the wrong mood to be offended, instead she's amused. "Let me just ask you this one thing, hmm? What year is it?"

If it was early enough, she'd forgive him the 'Blondie' crack, since he also called her pretty. "And the odds that something is going to shoot at you, at least before it gets to know you, are pretty slim."

[dci_gene_hunt]

How does he end up with them everytime? The nutjobs that don't know their arses from their elbows, never mind the bloody year.

"Nineteen eighty two luv, but no-one's gonna 'ave a pop if you're a few years out." At the mention of the gun again though, he flashes his badge.

"Copper sweetheart, don't get your knickers in a twist. Only use it on the bad guys."

[location: sanctuary]

[aces_are_rare]

"Either shoot me now or shut the bloody hell up, yeah?" Ace glares at the gun and immediately wishes she hadn't; even the slight twitching of her eye sends shooting pains through her poor hung over brain.

[dci_gene_hunt]

Well at least the first person he came across in person looks and sounds like something close to home, shame about the gob though. His gun's just hanging loosely at his side, cocked though.

"Less o' your lip otherwise I might just take you up on that deal, darlin'"

[aces_are_rare]

"Wot, is that s'posed to be a threat?" Given the way he's holding the gun she's not worried, and even if he was serious she's not certain she gives a damn. She doesn't want to be here, with or without the hangover.

[dci_gene_hunt]

"I 'aven't got time for this luv." She's female, of course he hasn't, just another cocky London teenager with more mouth than sense.

"'Ere's an idea, why don't you use that mouth for something useful and tell me where the hell I am."