[ 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]

Relatively.

[herotypical]

Very relatively, actually, if you consider the fact that I've been here for almost three years. That makes you a hell of a lot fresher than me.

[notquiteheartless]

Wonderful. Really.

[Dry, dry, dry.

Why are you broing him when he already craves distraction from boredom? Oh, wait. Female. That explains a lot.]

[herotypical]

The wonderful-est.

[ you ain't seen nothing yet. ]

If you're really so hot for nicotine patches, buddy? I'll see what I can do. I...used to live with a doctor. Some of his med stuff is still hanging about.

[ because despite being totally dull, she thought, buffy has no reason to inconvenience the guy. ]

[notquiteheartless]

...Good.

[As close as he'll get to a 'thank you.' For right now.]

Saves me trouble and keeps John from killing me for raiding the hospital.

[herotypical]

Hey. No promises. This is a very firm we'll see.

[ and yet there are already sounds of her rustling around the house. searching. ] Roommate, blogger, male nurse? Boy, does this John fellow ever get around.

[ doctor might be the better guess but she's in a sassy mood this evening. ]

[notquiteheartless]

Doctor. Former Army.

[Only he is allowed to get snippy about John. Women are not.]

[herotypical]

..Sounds charming.

[ and then a little huh of partial victory. ] Alright, Fresher Meat. Do you know where House Seven is? 'Cause I just found you some patches.

[notquiteheartless]

I'll be there soon.

I don't suppose there are cabs here.

[herotypical]

[ laughter. open and unfettered and not mean-spirited. ]

Nope. Sorry. You'll have to make do with your own two feet.

[notquiteheartless]

Of course.

[Stupid place.

He misses London.]

[herotypical]

Be grateful that you even get electricity. 'Cause that's a relatively new development in the village's first world qualities.

[notquiteheartless]

Ugh.

Still, I can make due.

[herotypical]

[ every day, she is grateful for her hair dryer. ]

Then I guess I'll see you soon...mister--?

[ she doesn't even know his name. no sense of stranger danger, this one. ]

[notquiteheartless]

Holmes.

Sherlock is fine.

[herotypical]

[ snerk. ]

Alright, Sherlock. [ wow she is having a hard time saying that with a straight face. ] I'll see you soon? Remember. House Seven.

[notquiteheartless]

I remember.

[herotypical]

[ everyone watch and marvel and applaud as buffy summers manages to shut her journal WITHOUT making some kind of barbed comment about how of course he remembers -- he must have a sleuth's memory, after all! ]

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

...Really?

[now she does sound a bit amused. Unfortunately for Sherlock, she hasn't really run into anyone she's read about before. She doesn't assume she's talking to the actual Sherlock Holmes. She just figures he's using it as an alias.

Her tone changes though, after that]

You know... This place has it's faults, but if they can't be found, there really are people here who could help with alternatives. Besides raiding the hospital, I mean.

[notquiteheartless]

[As much as he doesn't like having to walk everywhere, Sherlock makes good time getting to the house.

After all, this is a man who has chased down a cab before. Literally.

He knocks with two sharp, short raps.]

[herotypical]

[ buffy answers the door and stands there with her arms crossed. a short short woman with powerful body language -- a cool smile in place. ]

Evenin', Sherlock. Please. Come on in.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Security in this hospital is awful. No one stops an absolute stranger-- dressed in street clothes, not even in scrubs-- from walking into a room filled with controlled substances.

There is not even, as far as my observations go, any sort of inventory record.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

[her voice quiets a bit] We used to have a doctor there... a modern one. But he went home. I don't know that anyone has really been able to fill his shoes.

[Stephen was certainly a qualified Doctor...but that didn't mean he was familiar enough with modern materials to do a proper inventory]

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

There's no reason for anyone to wander on here and nick whatever it is he wants.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

I think in most cases, people either didn't have the urge...or weren't responsible enough to broadcast it.

[which is what she's really picking up on, here. He's insulting the population, yes...but an addict wouldn't risk finding himself cut off from his source. A recovering addict, maybe. But not someone actively trying to enable drug use.