sherlock holmes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
badfashionsense) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ataraxion2013-02-14 12:23 pm
badfashionsense) wrote in ataraxion2013-02-14 12:23 pm
first - backdated to after the jump, around the 9th, if y'all don't mind!
[ the feed winks on with no trouble, and there’s an elegantly disheveled man on the other side. it takes skill to look this good, okay. ]
Right. I see you - and that’s a general "you" rather than a specific one - have taken the liberty of marking me without my consent. While I don’t necessarily disapprove, it would be greatly appreciated if you would ask me prior to the event next time, as this isn’t necessarily the location that I would choose. Perhaps something more discreet, I think, for something so boring.
[ can you see the other tattoo peeking out from underneath his sleeve? maybe. he’s got a few. Sherlock sits back in his chair. ]
I assume these numbers mean something [ and there’s a wave of his arm ] if they’re so important as to be tattooed on. I can’t say that my- [ the tiniest pause ] associate will be too pleased with it, but experience tells me that these things are quite meant to last. I can’t see that she has any say it in now, in any case.
[ he’d spin around, if the chair would let him. good lord, don’t you people even have spinny chairs? ]
The way I understand it, we are all currently on a spaceship hurtling into the great beyond, yes? As I’ve not seen any proper crew members, I’d like to know who is piloting. What are their credentials, where did they train, the like. I assume that interplanetary kidnapping is a rather large part of their agenda, so I won’t be so obvious as to ask when I can return to my "cozy" little brownstone. All I ask is that, when I am finally returned, you see to it I’m accompanied by a, a doctor’s note, of sorts, describing the circumstances and why I am not to be held accountable for my mysterious disappearance. You can address said note to Joan Watson, and Captain Gregson of the New York City Police Department. They can pass it along to any other possibly relevant parties, whomever they may be.
Oh. [ there’s a pause where he remembers something, and it’s muttered to himself: ] I hope Watson remembers to tend to my bees. They’re rather high-maintenance around this time of year; it’ll be the least she can do, before she takes her leave.
[ and it ends there. ]
[ooc; like I said, the post is backdated!]
Right. I see you - and that’s a general "you" rather than a specific one - have taken the liberty of marking me without my consent. While I don’t necessarily disapprove, it would be greatly appreciated if you would ask me prior to the event next time, as this isn’t necessarily the location that I would choose. Perhaps something more discreet, I think, for something so boring.
[ can you see the other tattoo peeking out from underneath his sleeve? maybe. he’s got a few. Sherlock sits back in his chair. ]
I assume these numbers mean something [ and there’s a wave of his arm ] if they’re so important as to be tattooed on. I can’t say that my- [ the tiniest pause ] associate will be too pleased with it, but experience tells me that these things are quite meant to last. I can’t see that she has any say it in now, in any case.
[ he’d spin around, if the chair would let him. good lord, don’t you people even have spinny chairs? ]
The way I understand it, we are all currently on a spaceship hurtling into the great beyond, yes? As I’ve not seen any proper crew members, I’d like to know who is piloting. What are their credentials, where did they train, the like. I assume that interplanetary kidnapping is a rather large part of their agenda, so I won’t be so obvious as to ask when I can return to my "cozy" little brownstone. All I ask is that, when I am finally returned, you see to it I’m accompanied by a, a doctor’s note, of sorts, describing the circumstances and why I am not to be held accountable for my mysterious disappearance. You can address said note to Joan Watson, and Captain Gregson of the New York City Police Department. They can pass it along to any other possibly relevant parties, whomever they may be.
Oh. [ there’s a pause where he remembers something, and it’s muttered to himself: ] I hope Watson remembers to tend to my bees. They’re rather high-maintenance around this time of year; it’ll be the least she can do, before she takes her leave.
[ and it ends there. ]
[ooc; like I said, the post is backdated!]