accepted at ataraxion! awaiting the game opening on sunday sob

[saidhe]

We cannot both dither about the room in such a fervent manner, and due to seniority (ergo alluding to much practice in the area), I'll have to insist that you take a seat. It's my turn now.

Now, if you're expecting me to laud you on your newest of successes in your recent ventures, I'm afraid this match won't do at all. Really, space? A ship amongst the stars themselves when the technological advances of my age cease at a damned telegraph. That much will be educational, in the least - though I am loathe to admit, I'm most apparently stunted by the inventions of my time - though the hearty chortles at my expense will cease upon pain of ---- pain of something or another.

We'll discuss the other matter at a later date.

Insomuch as you can probably gather, the facts are obvious: I am inarguably intrigued, despite my annoyance. Less obvious therein: I won't put on that suit. You cannot make me.

It itches.

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[saidhe]

And this ship certainly isn't the heart of London. The rules have shifted. [ Though he has admittedly no idea what, and Watson's reasoning is very sound but so is Holmes' stubbornness. ] I've acquired a partial alternative. The solution is within. It's really no matter.

[ He's JUST. NOT. WEARING TROUSERS because they're not trousers that he specifically got to pick out. It's not so bad!! ]

She knows my methods. [ suddenly, petulant child ] You suggest I'll do anything but show the utmost of chivalry and tact around the woman! Why, it's an outrage!

[beperpetual]

...'Partial alternative'. Dare I ask?

[ he has Fears okay. you wear weird stuff, holmes. ]

She has no idea what she's in for. [ and john in turn is more sardonic because somewhere along the line, poking bears became a hobby. possibly by the transitive property of friendship with sherlock holmes. ] Her name and her favorite color, then? If you're such close friends already.

[saidhe]

I have acquired, [ and his voice is immediately loud, for this Most Important Announcement, ] a robe! Most fashionable in size and color and worlds more comfortable than whatever torturous blend they've thought up for these ---- SUITS.

[ okay it's not the robe you think but it's still basically just a robe IT'S LIKE AN OUTFIT ]

Some idea, enough. [ um hang on he knows this, and it's very evident by the debating tap of fingers against his chin and all that. ] Trick question, we've surpassed the need for names. Merely titles. It, ah, she likes various shades of blue. She told me. Just yesterday she told me.

[beperpetual]

[ this face means OH CHRIST, NOT ANOTHER ROBE. but hey: robe means sherlock's twigs and berries won't be flapping about. it could be worse. ]

At least it's something.

[ robes are not outfits, BZZZZZZZZZZZZT. incorrect, but thanks for playing. ]

That poor girl. Extend my sympathies, will you?

there was no typo shh

[saidhe]

[ Small steps. Small steps up in the world and he may eventually make his way back up to full shirts and even waistcoats. ]

A something that will undoubtedly lead me to a something else, and in no time, I will have required a makeshift wardrobe. I'm very resourceful. [ translation: i am a dirty thief ]

Oh, my dear boy, ever the knight in shining three piece suit. Would you like to accompany her along the way? Perhaps hold her hand? You're projecting.

i saw no typo

[beperpetual]

[ that day, watson will weep a single. perfect. tear. ]

...Right. I'll attempt to bring my own wardrobe along so that you have someone else to steal from, then? [ he knows his bro okay. ]

And now you're the jealous one. I'm just empathizing with her-- you're not an easy task to take on, you know.

yes precisely

[saidhe]

[ Holmes may wipe it away with the handkerchief his fully dressed self would have on hand....... no homo ]

Borrow. [ reflexively. ] With every intention of returning in -- in more or less the same, [ mildly destroyed oops, ] form.

I'm merely STATING that you may be underestimating her whims, and thus attaching your own opinions to the matter, perhaps not something too far outside of your realm of possibility, and if you'll notice, Miss... Mrs., no, Ms. Substitute Boswell, [ FLIPPANT HAND WAVE, ] seems in fact quite comfortable with the situation. Enamored!

[beperpetual]

[ they are just two heterosexual dudes, doing heterosexual stuff. like rolling around half naked, and stealing each other's clothes. ]

Steal. [ he stresses each letter, drawing the word out. ] Steal, with no intent to return or take care of, thank you very much.

Ah, yes. Enamored of spending all her time catering to your demands, wiping your chin, seeing to it that you eat occasionally... she must be thrilled at it all.

[saidhe]

[ Isn't... isn't that what heterosexuals do? John, tell me that's what heterosexuals do. ]

Lent! [ His voice goes up half an octave, indignantly. ] Within all fair rules and meanings of the word, if perhaps ridding you of your worse crimes against fashion!

But only occasionally. You see, it's really not all so bad. We're working out a system in the good doctor's absence, making ends meet, as it were.