New Addition to Ryan's Gulch

[hydeforareason]

I see what you're doing there, rewinding me back another fifteen years. Thanks for that. At least the 70s had some good music. And Man U. I don't think this lot's ever considered football as a pastime.

Not sure what to make of waking up in 'Rapture.' The Guv'd have something to say about that, I'm sure.

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[genegenie]

What's that? The blessed angels have finally come to drag you out of my city?

[hydeforareason]

Demons, actually. Though it seems that they're trapped just as soundly as I am under water.

[One day he might stop talking in riddles or in some understandable way but that's not today.]

[genegenie]

I don't care if it's Peter Pan flying you off to Neverland if it means I'll never see that nancy tape recorder again. [Pause. Because he absolutely means that, no bloody question, which is why he continues with--] ...Under water?

[hydeforareason]

[Yeah, that doesn't hurt at all. He just jumped off of a bloody building for you and you're going to do the hula with some tight jumpered girls in celebration of the end of your DI bothering you.]

Place called Rapture. It's completely submerged. Whales. Kelp. The whole lot.

[genegenie]

[Or sit alone at the Arms over a third shot of whiskey -- same thing, really.]

You would be a save-the-girly-whales type. [Crosses arms.] And tell me, Gladys, did you bed another drug-toting tart before this little voyage?

[hydeforareason]

[If only things were so easy and he could write this off as another hallucination. He figures he's probably mad anyway, or that jumping off a building has just knocked him back to the fifties instead. Perhaps he should have tried to get run over. Near death by car = 1973. Building jumping = 1958. These things don't come with labels.]

For your information, I haven't 'bedded' anyone, Guv.. Had I done, I would hope the trip to be less horrifying.

[genegenie]

I imagine bedding anyone would be horrifying for you. But all right, then. [Stands from wall, counts off fingers.] Whales. Kelp. 'Rapture' bollocks. And you aren't turning tail and running back to your little Hyde-y-hole, why?

[hydeforareason]

[Hyde-y-hole is annoyingly clever.]

I can't. The bathyspheres to the surface don't work.

[And you know what's waiting for him post-Rapture? Being street pizza.]

[genegenie]

Bathyspheres? That the name of a hippie?

[hydeforareason]

[Gene.]

Yes, in this mystical underwater city we all ride hippies around, like giant seahorses.

No. It's a submers-- Never mind. Just-- Never mind.

[genegenie]

[...Tyler.]

Sounds about the kind of daft bollocks you'd prattle on about. [Scowls.] Anyhow, fine, never-minded. Just hope you left a note for WDC Cartwright so I don't have a wailing bird on my hands.

[hydeforareason]

Not sure how that matters. She wasn't exactly happy with me last time we met.

[Plus he probably got her killed and all. Not great for relationships, that.]

[genegenie]

And here I thought you a master of romancing -- wait, sorry, that's every bloke I've bloody met except you.

[Rolls eyes. Walks over, slaps his shoulder.]

Chin up, Tyler. More fish in the sea, and if your rod's a bit limp, you can always flash money at the fish stall.

[hydeforareason]

[How did you ever get married? How did you ever find a woman to agree to it? Club her on the head? Blackmail her? Probably blackmail, actually. Makes the most sense.]

You're enjoying the ocean jokes a little too much.

I'm sorry, I had to say I'm crying over your Sam. SO BEAUTIFUL...

[genegenie]

[The Gene Genie works in mysterious ways. Also, domestic British duty. For a start.]

You're enjoying the ocean a little too much by the sound of it. [He raps his fingers on the wall. Scratches behind his ear. Been a bit long that Tyler's been carrying on with this, even for Tyler.]

...So. When is it, exactly, that you're embarking on your yellow submarine?

You've Gene's voice down pat! It's so lovely!

[hydeforareason]

[Let's not rule out that 'legendary prowess as a lover'-- Actually, yes. Let's. Sam just ate.]

Three days ago.

[Four really, but he spend the first trapped in a glowing, phone booth sized tube called a Vita Chamber.]

I'm sure you're getting on just fine without me.

Ahh, thanks! Right back at you with Sam.

[genegenie]

[He raises his chin. Stares him down.]

You've been here last three days.

[Not exactly a veteran of these things, is he? Poor baby.]

[hydeforareason]

[That makes him frown. Really frown.]

How the hell can there be two of me?

[Unless--]

Alternate universes. Someone mentioned that. Bloody hell.

[genegenie]

Oh, for crying out-- [Gestures.] Will you ever belch a sentence that doesn't sound like you've been chained up forty years in a bughouse basement?

[hydeforareason]

[Sorry, Guv.]

Maybe if you listened to me. Really listened. I'm not nuts. You're just not real! None of this was real, none of that is real--

[So why'd you jump?]

And you know what? None of that matters, Guv. But as crazy as I might be and as much of a figment of my imagination that you are, I'm still happy here. And I'm still going to be tryin' to get back here.