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

[verypatientwoman]

[Mary doesn't know she's dealing with another version of the somewhat infamous Irene Adler, but she's decent at reading people, and the vibes she is picking up from the woman talking to her don't necessarily make her want to trust her. Hence, Victorian politeness.]

Doctor John Watson is my husband, as well as a close acquaintance of Sherlock Holmes. You know Mr Holmes, then?

[thedominatrix]

[Which makes Mary a very clever woman. Irene can tell she doesn't trust her: it's a favourable sign.]

I do. Dr Watson as well.

[Have a very thoughtful look, Mary, as Irene purses her lips and considers the universe.]

But we're thinking of slightly different people. The Dr Watson I know isn't married.

[Or Victorian.]