Voice Test!

[justalady]

Though I find your interest in me flattering, I have other matters to attend to: mainly exacting revenge for my death. I'm certain Holmes will see that measures are taken against Moriarty. However, where is the fun in sitting on the sidelines?

Such inaction has never suited me.

Comments

[tabards]

I doubt inaction when ones assassination has already taken place is entirely understandable, even to your Mundane. Patience does seem misplaced in this instance — for whatever my humble opinion is worth, my lady. I wish you luck.

[justalady]

I happen to agree with you. There is no reason I shouldn't take what measures I can to ensure I am not forgotten.

Thank you.

[tabards]

Not at all. Take measures to ensure you are not forgotten and also kept safe from harm, this time on a more permanent note.

[justalady]

I will not be accepting tea or any food whilst I am around said foe. I fear I learned that lesson the hard way.

[tabards]

That was a cowardly manner of doing away with you. It's despicable.

[justalady]

Nothing less could be expected from a man such as him. He was quite determined to end my life and to end it quickly.

[tabards]

How did you cause him offense?

[justalady]

It wasn't so much that I caused him offense. I was no longer of any use.

[bakedstreet]

[Irene, how come you never come over anymore? Gladstone liked you. You distracted Sherlock enough that he stopped shooting him up with drugs.

But he's not on drugs right now! He's just going to lick your feet, because he's a dog and they do that.]

[justalady]

(Who wouldn't have a soft spot for Gladstone? I mean, come on. He's adorable.

Irene grins and pets over his head.)

I'm happy to see you're still alive.

[bakedstreet]

[Sometimes being fat and slobbery and having a face made up of wrinkly skin folds pays off. It pays off when he gets petted by beautiful women, it just doesn't pay off with...well. Certain doctor's wives who leave him in the hands of someone who uses him for experiments.

(And sometimes they cuddle.)

Gladstone is also happy to see he's still alive. Every time he wakes up, he's happy he's alive. He's also happy to be petted (one might say he's glad, even), and that snort is nothing but pleased. Just because it sounds like a grumpy old man doesn't make it so, he can't help how his voice box works!

And yes, if he can, he is going to lick that hand, because hands are better than feet any day.]

[justalady]

(Being fat, slobbery and a possessor of wrinkly skin folds pays off when you're a dog. Especially when you're a dog with Gladstone's temperament. He's exceptionally good-natured - much like Watson (particularly where Sherlock is concerned). Irene has often wondered if Watson trained him himself. It would explain a few things.)

Have you been left under the care of that animal abuser? (She might have rescued him if: 1.) he hadn't already belonged to Watson and 2.) she wasn't constantly on the move and/or allying herself with men who would gladly poison her dog.)

[bakedstreet]

[It's true. The English bulldog face wouldn't work well on a human or a lizard or...anything but an English bulldog. If he knew she thought he had a good temperament, he'd be pleased. Just because Watson had left him in the hands of Sherlock and refused to lay down the law with his wife that Gladstone was going to live with them and he also got to chew on the shoes that were left out didn't mean he didn't love him still. He did. That he was thought of as a good dog reflected well on Watson, and that would make him happy.

He's obviously pleased to see her, that stumpy little tail wagging excitedly. So excitedly that were he to try and walk, he'd end up going around in circles. To answer her question, he tilts his head back so she can see the name and address on his collar. Still 221b Baker Street, and there's only one occupant in that particular place at the moment.

Animal abuser? At times, yes. But, sometimes, he plays sweet music on that violin and Gladstone forgives him. He's not so bad, is he?]

[justalady]

(She tuts when she sees the collar. It's a wonder Gladstone is fed everyday or given fresh water. Though someone must be seeing after his needs because he is healthy - aside from the random brushes with death that Sherlock causes him to have.)

You're such a good boy. Any other dog would have probably run away by now. (And, perhaps, been worse off for it.) Maybe you see the same thing in him that I do.

(i.e. that he isn't such a bad person. In fact, he could be quite noble when he wanted to be.

When he wanted to be.)

[bakedstreet]

[There's Nanny! She helps when he needs it, sees that he's still fat and as happy as he can be. When he's not out of his mind thanks to some drug or another, all he has to do is make his presence very we;; known to him and he gets fed and watered. When he wanted to be indeed.

Gladstone run away? Never! That's almost blasphemous. Where would he run to when Mrs. Watson wouldn't want him in the house? Nowhere good, and the pound isn't a place Gladstone wants to frequent. Who knows what kind of person would try to take him home if he didn't get told he was die before?

The praise is definitely the ticket to Gladstone's furry little heart, and he leans back on his haunches and waggles his forelegs between them, snorting a pleased little bark in the hopes that she'll pick him up and he can lick her face.]

[justalady]

(He knows the way to her heart. Irene pulls up a chair and sits down, smoothing out her skirts as she does so. She then picks Gladstone up and places him in her lap.)

There's nothing stopping us from enjoying ourselves, hm? (She strokes over his ears and his back.) I doubt we'll have a break from that man for long.

(Because Sherlock has always tracked them down before. Even in this strange new world, Irene doesn't doubt that he will do so again.)

[eisenhardt]

You're very brave.

[justalady]

I'm flattered by the compliment, though I fear I can't live up to it.

[napoleonsgun]

And how would you go about gettin' that revenge, Miss Adler?

[There's no gun visible, but Sebastian has Irene set in his sights.]

[justalady]

(Now there's another familiar face. Irene smiles with all the charm she can spare.)

Need I go into specifics, Mr. Moran?

[napoleonsgun]

It's not as though you've got anything else pressing to attend to.

[It's not a question.]

[justalady]

And how do you know that?

[napoleonsgun]

I would think that suddenly falling violently ill to a rare strain of tuberculosis clears a lady's schedule.

And then there's the fact that I said so. C'mon, Irene, let's have a chat.

[justalady]

If you hadn't noticed, I am alive again.

I'd rather not.

[napoleonsgun]

[He tilts his head and although he doesn't say "For now," the threat is implied.]

It didn't escape my notice, in fact. Still stands that disappearing off the face of the Earth for a spell gets rid of your other plans.

Shame, that.