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Someone's cranky about the time he has had in havenrpg

Suppose you've made your point. Dealing with dinosaurs, vampires, clones, aliens, err-- Lucifer himself, I can't ever claim my life is boring again, can I? Not that it matters, it's not like I can put any of it in my blog--

[Well you could--]

The place forbids writing! After all the other offenses I've commit lately, I ought to not put another on the list!

[Aww come on John, you're enjoying the thrill of all this danger.]

That- no mundane, that was not thrilling. [SIGH] At least Sherlock isn't here. He'd be brilliant, of course, you know he would, he's Sherlock-- be investigating every potential weird thing he came across-- but I was wrong. Don't even try to recruit him...

[But why else do you think we'd be here?~]

No- NO I've enough problems without Sherlock bloody Holmes!

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[Sherlock is sitting in a chair a little ways away, reading.]

Like I said to Mary, you're a drama queen too. Do I even want to know?

Oh, I- I'm the drama queen?! I have two friends who are actually human Sherlock, TWO! And the first possibly has superpowers and the second--! Er, may have mistook me for a murder suspect.

[John sighs. Don't mind him, he is far overdue for a rant]

No, you really, really don't.

[Sherlock rolls his eyes. But his tone is more "isn't it obvious" rather than cutting.]

And I used to think I only had one friend total, so what are you complaining about?

That's not--

[Ohhh, that just isn't fair. John pauses, looking around in frustration for the proper answer to accumulate out of air. It's always a damn verbal sparring match with Sherlock when it comes to secrets. No matter what he says it'll-- Wait a minute-]

Oh nooooo, no you don't. You're trying to trick me into giving something away- it's not going to work. I told you, there's nothing you'll want to know, alright?

[Sherlock is a smug bastard and it shows.]

Good. You're finally learning. But it wouldn't matter if you did tell me. You've made it perfectly clear that you don't want me there.

Right...

[Did he just win? Somehow it doesn't feel like it. He nods forcefully to agree with his own choice.]

Yes I... I don't.

[John rubs a hand over his face.]

Thing is, I don't think I want me there either.

And let me guess, your mun is having much too much fun to let you leave?

[Sherlock has seen those symptoms before.]

She hasn't put me in harm's way on purpose, and I've still my gun, so there's that.

[Which doesn't make it quite seem worth complaining about, now that he has started.]

I don't know. Seems I'm to be there for the long haul, no matter what I do. But it's probably for the best. Not a whole lot of doctors in that sort of place.

So... you're complaining for attention. Like I said: Drama Queen.

[Sherlock doesn't sound annoyed. He's simply stating the facts.]

I'm complaining for less attention!

[Right now he'd be happier being stuffed back in the musebox than preparing to endure what will likely be another grisly event!
Although, like Sherlock, John doesn't sound quite as bothered as he should. He will take this over pity any day]

But yes, fine. I'm a drama queen, congratulations, brilliant deduction.

Wrong. You're complaining for different attention.

[Sherlock goes quiet.]

Besides me, who else would you want there?

[Because Sherlock is rather unavailable at the moment.]

...James Bond?

[He really shouldn't joke like that, who knows what might come of it with Mycroft's penchant for kidnapping people.]

I thought I made it clear I don't want anyone there, Sherlock.. Just-- ship me a box of tea or some of biscuits if you've got em. Maybe more bullets.

[Sherlock pulls a face.]

Things are that bad there?

[Because, that's disturbing.]

[shitshitshit.]

Bad enough to not keep a full stock of tea? Oh yeah, proper heathens they are!

[ha...ha.. See- everything is fine, nothing to see here!
Thank god he didn't ask for the medical supplies.]

Well, even if I did provide you with tea, how would you get it back there? Don't they have rules about such things?

Uh, well no, not really. At least not that they have made rules for just yet. We can have tea, it's just not that easy to come by. Friend of mine Hatchworth can even smuggle in sandwiches without worry.

[He will just neglect to mention the automaton does this by reaching into another dimension.]

They'll be none the wiser.

[Sherlock starts to dig through his pockets.]

I'll see what I can do.

[Ah! He produces one tea packet - don't ask, it's not worth it.]

It's all I can manage on short notice.

This will probably be the only time I will drink something that has been in your pocket.

[John just chuckles, pocketing it in return.]

You're sure it's consumable?

[This wasn't part of some crazy experiment you forgot about, right?]

[Sherlock has to think long and hard.]

Yup.

[He pops the 'p'.]

It should be safe.

[He can't promise any effects it might have - since the mods might have something to say about that.]

I suppose if I ever get there, you'd want me to bring tea as one of my 'items'?

You're not asking that, because you're not getting there.

[Even if he doesn't sound as stern as he means to be.]

You only get what you've on you anyhow. I'm just lucky I was running with my gun at the time. No chance to pack first. If you get the chance to bring anything, bring something to protect yourself.

[Sherlock chuckles at John's suggestion.]

All I need for that is my brain.

[He taps the side of his head.]

I'll just have to make sure my magnifying glass and cigarettes are on my person at all times.

Knowing our luck it'll be handcuffs instead and your hat.

[Now John is the one smirking smugly back.]

Just be wearing more than a sheet?

The hat is only necessary if I have to "be" Sherlock Holmes.

[Oh, wait, John wouldn't know about that.]

If I show up in a sheet or less, I shall be quite put out. My coat is highly useful.

[And it's his "Sober Chip" he wouldn't do well without it.]

Well I don't know who else you'd propose to be; I've already searched for you under alias.

[He really, really had.]

In fact, I may have accidentally invented a few in the process.

[Oh this ought to be good.]

Really? And what sort did you create for me?

Ah, nothing that grand. Mostly it was my jumbling up the identities together. Have you been a curator yet?

[Had it been Sigerson or Altamont who was the Captain? Ahh what does it matter.]

I didn't want to blow your cover if you were about, so I've avoided talking of you... at least directly.

[Only one man knows of Sherlock, but practically everyone has heard of 'John's flatmate from back home.' It hadn't been intentional to keep his best friend's name a secret for so long, perhaps it had just made things less painful that way. Loneliness could be a vague emotion as long as you did't attach a source to it.]

Though I suspect it doesn't matter much. Your name would be bound to turn a few heads, regardless. Some of the people there even knew of me, as it turns out.

They... knew of you ahead of time? Like what happened in Somarium, where we were from books? Or because you - a different you had been there?

Ah- well I was intending to mean the latter, but come to think of it, some of them did seem oddly amused to hear my name.

[Except that idea is ridiculous.]

I mean-- it has been mentioned certain things exist in multiple worlds for whatever reason.

[Things not people. The doctor looks slightly troubled by that notion. He would know if was fictional, right?]

Anyway, that sort of thing just doesn't come up. Not much talk of literature in a place where writing doesn't exist.

Humm... That no-writing thing is going to be hard. I mean, how will I share my blog? And I've always said I prefer to text.

[Sherlock's a bit pouty now.]

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