[ Voice ]/[ Action ]

[theblogger]

Alright. For future reference, talking animals should be a topic addressed when dealing with new-comers. Less important one, yeah, but still worth an honorable mention, I think.

[ A shift here to a musing tone, but anyone who understands the concept of sarcasm is in for a treat. ]

Kidnapped by unseen, malevolent forces, trapped to live in a village in the middle of nowhere with no means of escape, vulnerable to torture, don't fuss with the wings, everything's free... Talking animals.

I just had a squirrel panhandle me for crisps.

Are there any other things I should be prepared to converse with? Are the appliances keeping tabs on what we're getting up to?

-----------------------------------------
Player Name: Effy
Are you new?: Yes! Please love me ;;
Character Name: John Watson
Character Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Comments

[all7seas]

.....You don't remember. [And for that, perhaps, we may all be thankful.] 'S good to see you back, sir.

[theblogger]

I... I don't, I'm sorry. [ Sir, though? Well, he won't contest that. ] How did we know one another?

[all7seas]

[Oh. Oh, this rather hurts.]

You don't remember? The incident with the bees? The smoke bomb? That buggered honey badger riding on that bear? And that time we fought together, in the draft?

[theblogger]

Sorry.

[ He offers again, though it's softer. ]

It sounds like it was quite the adventure. [ Honey badger riding on a bear? Jesus Christ. ] They have drafts?

[all7seas]

Drafts. Battles. Fighting. All of it, mate, make no mistake. You were quite clever with a pistol if I remember rightly.

[theblogger]

And just how often does this go on?

I'm a decent shot, when I've got to be.

[all7seas]

Every three or four months or so, though I'm not the sort of man what would try to predict 'em. [So this version of John can't remember anything. Jack begins to wonder about that gimpy leg of his.]

Rather sorry to see you back like this. Must be hard, gettin' used to the idea all over again, eh?