Homeless

[verypatientwoman]

Dear Miss Mundane,

while I am quite grateful for the free lodgings you have granted me, and am indeed rather flattered by your interest in my person, I would, if I may, like to make a modest request.

So far, your expression of my character has been fairly volatile. It is true that I prefer practicality over following any flighty fancy; such a mindset, however, does not necessarily lend the person possessing it to violent acts of the kind you have attributed me with. I am also beginning to feel somewhat distressed about the cynicism inherent in the way you seem to assume myself to perceive my marriage. John is a good, honest man; thinking of our union with that level of worldly misanthropy would border on disrespect.

With hope for continued and improved cooperation I remain respectfully yours,

Mary Watson

((ooc: non-graphic mention of rape in comment narrative.))

Comments

[dreamtofbeing]

Yes, Jack. It's me. Hello. [Hug. Okay, hug is okay. He's going to smile. It's genuine at first, and then turns a little awkward as a hundred and forty pounds of dead pirate weight drape around his neck. The Doctor is going to sniff. Are you drunk? Or, rather, how drunk are you?]

[Mary, in the meantime, will leave. Hugging, drunk men asking intrusive questions, no thank you. She's off.]

[captjacksparrow]

It is you! [ It is! Have they established that? They should establish that. ] M'being you, mate. M'...you.

[ He is. He's trying to be. It's difficult to explain. It's difficult to stand. Possibly. Maybe. He'll hang onto the Doctor's shoulders. ]

[dreamtofbeing]

M-hm. [Whatever, Jack. He's not trying to make sense of what you're saying. He is, though, slightly worried. You smell of rum, you always do, but right now not badly enough to justify your state.]

You're a bit intoxicated, aren't you? Do you know why?

[Also, this way. Come on. This way, to the next convenient multiverse exit.]