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[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]

My flatmate and blogger.

[herotypical]

A blogger. How...nerdy.

[ she's from 2005. ]

[notquiteheartless]

He seems to enjoy it.

[herotypical]

Well. That just proves it. Uber-nerd.

[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.

[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.