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[not_that_lockon]

[The best way to find out about new places is to go and have a little look yourself, and after seeing someone - or several someones - post about being in Chicago of all places, that's what Lyle decided to do. Well hey, he couldn't help being more than slightly curious.

Things clearly aren't going as planned, though, as when the sphere lazily turns itself on, Lyle seems to be slightly confused and already deep in conversation with one of the people in this strange little parallel ship-world, and it looks like there's a slight misunderstanding.]

Look, I'm sorry, but I really have no clue who you are.

"Sure ya do! We've known each other for years!" [Something seems to occur to the other man] "Unless you're tellin' me that I've got you and your brother mixed up again?"

[Lyle shakes his head, still looking baffled and maybe a touch suspicious] No, you've got the right name. [How he knows any of this is still up for debate, but never mind...]

"Well, whaddya know. I must be getting better at this! Though ya know even after years and years of knowin' ya I still can't understand a word either of ya say with that accent of yours!" [The man nudges Lyle good-naturedly before seeming to sober up slightly] "Hey, listen, I wanted to talk to you 'bout somethin'."

Huh?

"There's some sorta rumour goin' round that you're gettin' involved with some of the mob, Lyle --"

[Lyle interrupts, incredulous, not sure whether this is all some kind of joke or not] What the hell are you talking about?

[The guy throws up his hands in defence] "Hey, hey, don't kill the messenger! I'm just repeatin' what I heard! We just don't want them to take you out, ya know? I mean, after that reporter got shot and all --"

Look, I'm not getting involved with the mob, alright?

[And now he's looking mollified, if still a little skeptical.] "Huh. Well, if ya say so... Anyway, the missus wants me to run some errands for her, so I guess I'll see you around..."

[And with that, the guy walks briskly off, looking slightly shifty and leaving Lyle looking very bewildered.] Bloody hell... [He turns, spots the sphere, and raises his eyebrows.] Looks like I have an audience, huh. Anyone else have any clue what all that was about?

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[bit_impossible]

Well...you might just might know one of the members of a mob... Accidentally of course.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Just like I seem to know that guy "accidentally"...

[And maybe he starts to get another sense of what that might mean when he gets a good look at "the Doc's" clothes.] ... Hang on a second. You're not saying what I think you're saying, right?

[bit_impossible]

Ohhhh, I'm afraid I am. Apparently...I'm "The Doc" here.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

How did that happen?

[bit_impossible]

Well, I walked through the door on--No, you don't mean that...

To be honest, I haven't the faintest clue. Some random people pushed me into a theatre and told me I'm their boss and the police are after me for something. They haven't told me what just yet.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[low whistle] Good luck trying to figure that one out.

[oliverplus]

You too, Lyle? I'm starting to feel like this whole thing was set up just to confuse us!

And the mob really is everywhere, isn't it? I always thought that was just a stereotype.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Not only are they everywhere, but they're everywhere and half of us seem to be members, apparently.

[oliverplus]

I saw the Doctor... That doesn't even make any sense!

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

I'm standing in 20th century Chicago in the middle of a spaceship. Something tells me that whatever sense there ever was is long gone.

[oliverplus]

[can't help a faint laugh at that] You're right!

[grins conspiratorially] Want to make any bets as to what I'll be when I get down there? I doubt Chicago had many Brummies back then! I mean, not that it does now!

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Considering I still don't have any idea of what I am other than some sort of immigrant who may or may not have got involved with the mob, I don't think I could even begin to guess at what you'd be, Oliver.

[rocksecution.livejournal.com]

[Wherever he is, he's reading a newspaper, and doesn't look up from it when he talks to the sphere - there's people around, after all.]

The mob. Now that's something to worry about.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

I've only ever seen them in old films. [REALLY old films...] Is it as bad as they make it look?

[rocksecution.livejournal.com]

That depends on how accurate this all is... and whether you're on their bad side or not, I suppose.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Okay, so let's say that this is about 50-70% accurate. How bad is it then?

[rocksecution.livejournal.com]

Then you might stand about the same chance of being questioned by the police.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Just how I want to spend my day.

[heresthebasics.livejournal.com]

They're not the only ones who turned into mobsters. I've got an entire family going! But, I've managed to reel them under control. Mostly. I still have to return a girl, and stop another from drowning. But that won't be a problem!

Anyways, I'm Kurosaki Isshin! Since I have a mob, I might as well use it. If you need protection, if you need a car, hell if you need bus route I'll have one of my men run and hand it to you!

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[laughs slightly - although there might have been a slight blink at "That won't be a problem!"] So I really am "getting involved with the mob" now, huh?

Lyle Dylandy. Thanks for the offer.

[sos-chorus.livejournal.com]

[Over the spheres from his hospital bed]

Is everyone in this place in the mob or something?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Hey, he never said I was in the mob, just that I was getting involved with some of them.

[sos-chorus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but a lot of people seem to be involved with them somehow.

We went from a sentai film to a cheap 1920s remake. Lovely.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Welcome to 20th-century Chicago, I guess?

[sos-chorus.livejournal.com]

You're not from the 20th century?

Figures.