[ 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]

Have a little faith, huh? Some of us manage just fine avoiding the tricky spider-webs of temptation. [ sometimes. possibly. eh. ]

[notquiteheartless]

That's why I want nicotine patches.

[herotypical]

You know, I'm not convinced those things even work. Pharmaceutical conspiracy, I bet.

[notquiteheartless]

They help.

[herotypical]

Please. I've taken my psych 101. I know about placebo effects.

[notquiteheartless]

And I've smoked, drank, and shot up heroin and cocaine.

[Because he can't be arrested for admitting to that here.]

They make the urges manageable, at least.

I am so sorry.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, if you're looking for fabric, you should try the item shop.

...As am I.

[notquiteheartless]

[Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.]

Idiot.

XD We can both be horrible with our characters.

[lostinmyway]

[Blink.]

That wasn't very nice. You should be careful about what you say.

[herotypical]

Huh. Well -- aren't you a model of wanna-get-to-know-ya-ness.

Yes!

[notquiteheartless]

I don't care, and I don't want to be.

[notquiteheartless]

John's the "social" one.

[lostinmyway]

Why not?

[damnmyleg]

Isn't there some way to ask for that?

[John might just try to make a request himself for Sherlock's sake.]

[notquiteheartless]

There's no point in being nice to the stupid ones.

[notquiteheartless]

They should be readily available.

No one stopped me from walking right into the medical supply room. Worse security than Bartholomew's. [Not that he's ever stolen drugs from there, no.]

[lostinmyway]

But if you aren't nice, you'll make people sad.

[herotypical]

And John is...?

[notquiteheartless]

A very good point. Let me think on that.

[A second later:] Still don't care.

[notquiteheartless]

My flatmate and blogger.

[lostinmyway]

[You are confusing the hell out of her, Sherlock.]

Why don't you care?

[notquiteheartless]

Because you don't matter. The masses of stupid people don't matter.

[lostinmyway]

That's not true. Everyone matters.

[notquiteheartless]

No. They really don't. Most people don't.

[lostinmyway]

[There's a pause. Then, she sighs quietly.]

I think you must be a very lonely person.

[After all, if he thinks that way, he can't have very many friends all, can he?]