Beyond the Cafe of Reasonable Comfort
Daibhid Ceanaideach
Andinach's "In The Cafe of Reasonable Comfort".
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Beyond the Cafe of Reasonable Comfort
"The Blackadder effect?" repeated the Doctor, "I thought that
was all sorted out?" Indeed, the evidence for this, Dorothee
reflected, was that he was now back in his Eighth incarnation.
She'd encountered this Doctor a few times, but mostly during
what seemed to be a lengthy period of amnesia, so she hadn't
spoken to him much.
"Not quite," she said, "All Eddie's counterparts have gone, we
know that, but everyone else at that party was duplicated as
well, remember? And some of them seem to still exist, where
they were seperated from the duplicate of the man himself.
Like the cafe, stopping the machine doesn't always stop it's
effects. The same as before; most of them are only slight
varients, but a few are completely off the chart; there's an
incarnation of the chinless wonder in modern New Jersey who's
almost unrecognisable."
"I see," the Doctor frowned. "Sorry to seem unhelpful, but do
you think you can handle it yourself? I need to get Emma here
back home."
Ace grinned to herself, noticing that neither Emma nor the
Doctor seemed to remember that, the last time they'd met,
getting Emma home hadn't exactly been a priority. "Well, I was
hoping to get a bit of help with one of them. He's as
ambitious as Lord Blackadder, but much sneakier. His
duplicates, at least the ones that aren't barking mad, tend to
be 'the power behind the throne'; butlers, PR men, that kind
of thing, so they're harder to track down."
The Doctor brightened, "I know who's good at dealing with
people like that. D'you remember the Minister of Chance?"
"No," said Dorothee, puzzled, "Should I?"
--
Dave
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