[ voice ]

[notquiteheartless]

[Someone sounds very, very annoyed.]

These "Malnosso" who stock your shops are idiots. Not that I'm surprised at this point. Why should they be any more intelligent than most of the people in power in a "normal" society?

I've found cigarettes. Your hospital is wonderfully supplied. Stimulants, depressants... Everything one could possibly want. And in so many forms: liquids with needles, pills.

And yet. Not one single nicotine patch in this entire place.

Sets a bad example, doesn't it? So much temptation everywhere... and absolutely no legal deterrents.

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Player Name: Lynn
Are you new?: Nope!
Character Name: Sherlock Holmes
Character Fandom: BBC's Sherlock

Comments

[notquiteheartless]

Solitary.

Quite different than "lonely."

[lostinmyway]

Hmm....

[She's heard that one before.]

[notquiteheartless]

Armchair psychiatry, how quaint.

[lostinmyway]

[A confused silence, then:] Oh, no, I'm outside in the garden.

[notquiteheartless]

... ... ...
Yeah. Really need a narcotic now.

[lostinmyway]

A narcotic?

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

[It's not quite amusement. Drug use isn't exactly a laughing matter with her...but she's completely lacking the inherent judgmental tone of your average anti-drug adherent]

So are you annoyed because there are too many drugs, or because there aren't enough?

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Both.

Too many drugs on hand, ready to be taken by whomever might want them. Consumed without any kind of supervision.

And not enough drugs that might dissuade one from the former.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

[There's no laughter at that. She knows too well the need to substitute one urge for another]

Something could probably be found if you need it. [though she doesn't necessarily mean drugs]

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

I don't need anything.

I want my patches.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

[uh huh]

And if they can't be found?

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

...Let's just find them, shall we?

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

That's not really an answer.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Yes, it is.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

...Fair enough.

[and she means it. Because avoidance truly is an answer of a kind. She's still not recommending the shops, though. Unlike many, she isn't quick to write off nicotine patches as necessarily harmless]

[herotypical]

A blogger. How...nerdy.

[ she's from 2005. ]

[notquiteheartless]

He seems to enjoy it.

[herotypical]

Well. That just proves it. Uber-nerd.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

[Oh, he's looked through the shops. ...Or "torn through" them. Those might be more appropriate words for his search.]

If you happen to come across any, deliver them to Community House Two, Room Twenty-One. See them placed in the hands of either Doctor John Watson or Sherlock Holmes.

[...This is what most people would call "asking for a favour." From Sherlock, it comes like an order.]

[notquiteheartless]

[Even though it's an insult, he also manages to sound oddly protective and defensive.]

And yet utterly inept with any form of technology.

[herotypical]

[ oh. she's familiar with those kinds of insults. ]

Doesn't that kinda...entirely go against the point of the whole blogging...thing?

[notquiteheartless]

Not for him.

[herotypical]

Huh. And he's the...social one. Sure. Right. Look -- have you been here long, mister?

[notquiteheartless]

Four weeks.

[herotypical]

...Fresh meat.