voice;

[tenyeargambit]

Has anyone seen Claire Folly around? [And he sounds more concerned than he wanted to. Gonna bring it down a notch or two to vaguely interested...there.] She's brunette, in her twenties, about...170 cm tall...her number is 143, I believe.

[Pause. Oh, right.] And would anyone care for a scone? I find that I'm not exactly eager to try eating mysterious baked goods which appear in my locker without warning.


[Belated private voice (unless you really want to hack into it, in which case go for it, bro) to John Watson, theblogger, because he finds that he's really curious.]

Does your friend try to poison you often?

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[the_vishual]

She's probably gone.

[ Sorry, fellow puzzle club member. She shakes her head. ]

[tenyeargambit]

I suspected as much. There's only so many places a person can hide aboard this vessel, forbidden areas aside. [A bit of a sigh. This is the sigh of, "Gosh, it would be splendid if I were wrong, wouldn't it? I'm not, but still."]

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[consulting]

[ He doesn't particularly care for Claire. So he'll result to the other option ]

Scone?

SH

[tenyeargambit]

So it seems.

[consulting]

Fascinating. Lick it.

FWD me results of investigation.

SH

[tenyeargambit]

I'd rather not have that come anywhere close to my mouth. I'm seeing if I can get someone else to eat it.

I'll let you know if I'm successful.

[consulting]

Add Jam. FWD Scone to: John Watson.
Want to know if scone is poisonous.
SH

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[france]

A scone? You mean the couch stuffing that England seems to think passes for food? No, I think I will pass. It was probably put there by England to kill us all, you should not eat it.

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[tenyeargambit]

[Given the presence of America (supposedly, he still had his doubts that anthropomorphic representations of countries are really running about) there's really only one thing that he can say to that...]

Is...England here?

[ voice ]

[the_crowing]

[He remembers their convo about the things in the locker. About his luck in what he found or not]

Out of everything you could have got... you got a scone?

[ voice + a picture! ]

[tenyeargambit]

[Figures that a picture is worth a thousand words or so.]

So it appears. My total possessions aboard this vessel amount to matchsticks, a deck of cards, and now a scone.

[ voice ]

[the_crowing]

Looks good at least. You have the worst luck on what's in your locker. No clothing yet?

[ voice ]

[tenyeargambit]

To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to try eating it. And no, no clothing as of yet.

[ voice ]

[the_crowing]

[curious...] You think it's a trick? Bad goods?

[ voice ]

[tenyeargambit]

Honestly? No. And yet...the method of delivery does leave a great deal to be desired. I'll likely have someone else eat it.

Voice; Private

[theblogger]

[ Well, this is an interesting question. The fact that he doesn't ask "which friend" when poison is referenced might be telling. ]

Where's this question coming from, if I can ask?

[tenyeargambit]

My apologies, I realize we haven't properly met. It's just...I drank some tea Sherlock Holmes offered me, and I'm honestly not certain if he's merely bad at making tea or out to kill us all. As he mentioned you more than a few times and you seem to be well acquainted, I thought you would know if this is an accident or something I should be cautious of in general.

And I suppose as a friendly warning, I wouldn't drink any fluids he offers you in the near future.

[theblogger]

If he offered it to you, you've something to be suspicious of, yeah. We've been flatmates for about five months now; I didn't know he could make tea.

Just to be certain - pale, gangly bloke, mess of curls on his head?

[tenyeargambit]

That would be him. Perhaps he had someone else make the tea and then did something to it for whatever reason he might have. Well... [Minor hurkish type noise goes here.] ...either way I suppose it's something to be cautious of in the future...even if I wish I hadn't learned it the hard way.

[theblogger]

[ Stealing tea from someone else's pot? Sounds more likely to John. ]

He is... eccentric. Sorry. If you need, I can get you something from the medbay to settle your stomach.

What's your name, again?

[tenyeargambit]

Clive Dove, and I wouldn't want to trouble you...I'm sure that you're rather busy with all of these new passengers about.

[theblogger]

Clive, you can't trouble a doctor with an illness. I'm already here; if you need something, you might as well take advantage of it.

[ Besides that, now that he knows your death could be on Sherlock's hands, he's quite obligated to clean it up. ]

[tenyeargambit]

Then I'd greatly appreciate it. I'm in room 79, though there's no hurry.

Oh, and, would you care for a scone? I was going to have it with my tea, but then...but it seems like a waste to simply throw it away.