TEXT | SHERLOCK | CASE OO1

[consulting]

BORED!
Give me work. Give me problems.
My mind rebels against this stagnation.
Give me a puzzle. Or mystery.
Either will do.
Just. Give. Me. Something. To. Solve. Tranquility.
I need the mental stimulation before I result
to drinking the liquid from the grav pouches.

SH.


[ You get another text really shortly after the last one. ]


I would kill everyone of you for a cigarette. SH

Comments

[ voice ]

[flares.livejournal.com]

Not too busy exploring the ship?

[ Which he would frown upon. FYI. ]

[ voice ]

[bearsthevision.livejournal.com]

I've been around the lift waiting for your friend, Capa. I haven't been exploring yet.

[ She's a good little soldier and took Capa's request a little too literally, okay? ]

[ voice ]

[flares.livejournal.com]

[ He makes a noise. Incredulously: ]

Chase, no, that's not what I—

[ The scrape of his hand over stubble. ]

I'll come get you.

[ voice ]

[bearsthevision.livejournal.com]

Did I do something wrong?

[ voice ]

[flares.livejournal.com]

No. No, you haven't.

[ He should have been more clear. ]

I'll be there in a minute, alright?



[ ooc; Want to move this to a log? ]

Re: [ voice ]

[bearsthevision.livejournal.com]

Okay...

[ooc: sure thang!

[ voice ]

[flares.livejournal.com]

Right. Capa out. (http://ataraxionlogs.livejournal.com/3232.html)