[visual] OR [location: the Railway Arms]

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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.

He prefers voice for the most part. The idea of a phone this fancy is still very alien to him, but it's something he thinks he can get used to. And he's never liked drinking alone, so he's decided to set up his tablet to visual.

It's a bit like having a television in a pub, really. A tele you can talk to people on. Which might even be more fun that watching the horse races

Chris frowns, leaning forward to tap the screen. Just in case it's not working. "'lo?" There's a slight pauses, and then he leans forward to tap again and mutter. "...Is this even working right?"

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Chris looks at the phone with a mixture of awe and envy. He'd never seen anything like the tablets before he came to Taxon, and he hadn't expected the rest of the world to have either. The tablets are more than a step up from the police issue radios they have back at the station, and those aren't exactly outdated either.

"Jammy bastard," Chris tells him, though not with any real malice. "You Yanks have to get all the best stuff first, don't you?"

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Toby scratches his head, letting the 'Yank' thing go. Right now he's a little more curious about the shock in regards to his phone. "Hey, not all the best stuff. Twenty-first century, you guys aren't that far behind anymore, right?"

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Chris thinks on that, then shakes his head. "Far enough, by the looks of things. So far ahead you're confusing your centuries, even. It's not the twenty-first century for ages yet."

Not for another thirty-ish years by Chris' reckoning. Whoever this bloke is obviously did worse on his maths O-levels than even Chris did.

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Ah-ha. The paramedic raises his eyebrows. "It was 2009 last time I checked... what year was it for you?"

The sensible part of Toby's brain catches him not thinking that this is as weird as it should be. And then he thinks about how damn weird this is.

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Chris pulls a face, and shakes his head, clearly not believing him. "No, it bloody isn't. It's 1973."

2009... that's not just weird. It isn't even just a simple mixup. It's insane is what it is.

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"I'm serious, man. 2009." This is a 'seriously not kidding' face, Chris. "Almost 2010, actually."

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Almost 2010? He really iss insane, isn't he? Chris stares, not quite sure what to say to that.

"You don't really think that, do you?"

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"Hey, I could ask you the same thing about '73." Hey, Toby can be patient.

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"Of course it's '73," Chris snaps uncharacteristically, a little less patient on subjects he can't make any sense of. "It has to be. I think I'd have remembered if it was a later year. Or at least look older than I do."

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Toby sighs a little. "Look... I don't think all of us here are from the same... time, all right? I mean, don't get me wrong, I probably wouldn't believe me either, but think about where we are."

He shrugs.

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Honestly, Toby isn't the first to have told him that. Chris simply can't accept it. As open minded as he can be, the idea of different times and dimensions is something that goes right over his head.

He shakes his head. "2001... 2009. It's all bollocks. How can people be from different times? It isn't even possible."