[ 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]

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.