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[the_gene_genie]

When Gene enters the bar, it's only been a few hours out in his world since he was last here. He's confused but not complaining, he was on his way to the pub anyway. It's only when he sits down at the bar and then glances up at the wall does he realise that there's no longer a way out.

'Oh, you are joking me!'

He goes to examine it (and by examine, we mostly mean 'hit') but nope, no sign of any way out by this route.

'Bloody hell.'


[Angry!tag: Gene Hunt

Moist von Lipwig]

[OOC: calling slow for the night everyone, thanks for tagging! My brain does not want to cooperate anymore tonight I'm afraid.]

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[electro_kinetic]

"Don't freak out, it'll let you through sooner or later."

Says the girl with electric blue hair and an impossibly tight--and toeing the line with simply impossible--uniform top (we can't really blame her, she didn't design it) and cargo pants.

[the_gene_genie]

'...what?'

Is the brusque reply, from the angry six-foot bloke in the the camel hair overcoat.

Her blue hair is given a glare too. Bloody hippies.

(His thoughts about her extremely tight clothes are not nearly as uncharitable.)

[electro_kinetic]

"The door will let you back through sooner or later," she repeats, not paying attention to the glare.

She's far from a hippie. "'Til then you're stuck in here."

[the_gene_genie]

He turns on his heel so he's facing her properly, ignoring the blank wall for the moment.

'I,' he says, enunciating clearly in case the point be missed, ''ave got a darts match waitin' f'r me ou' there.'

He knows that time doesn't move when he's here. But he was looking forward to the game! He doesn't want to be stuck in here when all his mates, and about two dozen pints, are waiting on the other side.

Also, she has blue hair. She must be a hippy.

[electro_kinetic]

"And I am happy for you," she returns blithely. "The darts will wait as will everything else while you're stuck in here. But if you're that desperate there ought to be a dartboard around here."

Nori is very familiar with being Bound, and it irks her possibly as much as it does Gene. "Were you betting on the outcome or something?"

[jdillinger]

Dillinger is comfortably ensconced at a booth, watching this little display with no small amusement.

He opens his cigarette case and takes out a coffin nail, taking his time tapping it against the lid and then putting it between his lips. The Zippo clicks open and he thumbs it to life, bending his head to touch the tip to the flame.

His eyes narrow at the Englishman's fury.

"You can shout all you want," he drawls, taking a long drag on the cigarette. "Ain't gonna do you no good."

[the_gene_genie]

'Yes, thank you, Sherlock Bloody Holmes, I reckon I'd worked tha' one out f'myself.'

Yelling just makes him feel...well, not better. It's just better out than in.

He's not looking at the random Yank, just glaring at the blank wall, like sheer force of will could bring the door back in front of him.

[jdillinger]

If he's not looking then, he'll miss the crooked little smirk on Dillinger's lips.

"Nope. But he's around here somewhere. Don't think he'd be much help either."

His head tilts to one side, watching the man glare. He knew a man like that up in Michigan City, name of Lenny. Lenny said he was going to bore a hole right through the jail cell wall using only the power of his mind.

"You gettin' a headache yet?"

That's all Lenny ever got for his trouble.

[the_gene_genie]

'Of course I'm gettin' a 'eadache, you won' stop yappin'!'

He looks around and ignores the comment about Sherlock Holmes. Because...no.

And even if yes, Gene would still likely call him a poncy Southern git who relies on gayboy psychiatry rather than good old-fashioned coppers nouce.

[jdillinger]

Dillinger shrugs, taking another long drag, still trying to puzzle out just what this gentleman is trying to accomplish.

For some strange reason, he decides to take pity on the man, opening his cigarette case and extending it in silent offer.

[morethanprops]

"I think that will just make it worse,"

Moist says from his table with coffee and another book on mythical creatures of Earth.

[the_gene_genie]

'When I wan' your opinion, I'll bloody give it t'you,' he replies, not looking in the direction of the voice and his mouth entirely on auto-pilot.

He's still staring at the wall, like wanting something bad enough will make it happen.

[morethanprops]

"I'm sure you will just don't stand there too long or the door will open on you,"

His accent could almost be from London and a even a little posh, but its kind of off, different world's do that. Moist just smirks since the man isn't watching him, Milliways can be quite crafty.

[the_gene_genie]

'Good! I want the bloody door to open.'

Obviously.

He looks around and sizes the bloke up, taking about two seconds to place him firmly in the category of 'Southern Ponce'.

Moist is not alone in this category, not by a long shot.

[morethanprops]

Moist would take that description as a compliment though the southern isn't quite accurate,

"Right in your face?"

[scots_wolf]

"Oh no, we are stuck with you," Urquhart observes, leaning in a corner and watching the policeman flail against the door.

[the_gene_genie]

His shoulders tense and his head whips around.

Bloody great.

'Bugger off, Goldilocks, I'm busy.'

Busy getting nowhere but that's not the point.

[scots_wolf]

"I can't bugger off," Urquhart says. "I live here. I'm dead."

[the_gene_genie]

'Oh stop, I'm wellin' up 'ere.'

Gene does not believe people should automatically get sympathy just because they happen to be dead. In fact, some people deserve to be dead and he's thinking Urquhart is probably one of them.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart doesn't want sympathy. He's just explaining why he can't leave.

"Go on, hit the wall, it looks funny."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Totally jokin', mate." Ace drawls, from her favorite booth, being one utterly unable to resist a rhetorical question. "Can't y'hear the laugh track?"

Raven's her brother. It's not just a saying, or an affection.


(OOC: I was told to tag in by a certain someone. :D Slow is good, if you want!)

[the_gene_genie]

His head whips around and he scowls - which he tends to do as a matter of course but this time he kind of means it.

'I can 'ear a bird flappin' her lips in my direction but tha' don't make it funny.'


[OOC: HEE, awesome. And slow is always good! Sorry, I'd already crashed by the time you tagged, I think. :D]

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Can't put anythin' past you, Guv'ner." She replies with all of the wide-eyed innocence of someone taking the mickey. "So, what's on the other side of the door? Dangerous criminal? Hot date? DI Drake drunk off her arse again?"

((ooc: no prob!))

[the_gene_genie]

He opens his mouth to make a snappy retort that would no doubt floor her with its brilliance and wit...

...and then closes it again.

'...what?'

OK, so he's used to people knowing who he is. At least on the other side of the door. But not here. And he hasn't arrested this one before, he'd remember.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... A'right, now I'm worried, 'cause last time I saw her she was bein' carried off by some bloke that looks the spittin' image of you, called hi'self DCI Hunt, an' she was completely wasted. Now the gal's a bit fragile mentally, but she's a good sort, so she did get home just fine, right?"

Look, Ace is flippant as hell, crazier than a sack full of monkeys, and has more issues than the National Geographic, but she does try to keep an eye out for those she at least has a passing acquaintance with.

Comes with the territory.