[ 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

[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! ]

[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.