[ .... oh boy does she not know what's going on, is cluing her in a kindness or a cruelty... whatever, have a sent-through screenshot of the full conversation so far Clara, original comment included ]
You make my heart feel as light and carefree as a butterfly floating through the air on a sweet spring day. I cherish the gift of love that we have been given, and the happiness you provide. Happy Valentine's Day!
Apparently I sent this shit to a lot of people. I didn't mean to. I promise I'm not really asking you to be my valentine on this delightful day or whatever.
[ ... well, that's a fair statement. he won't argue it. ]
That's almost a more frightening concept than a regular bear. But I'm not overly worried. I'm sure I'd make it out alright regardless. And just John is fine.
His name is Blas, and his user name (phone name?) is 'powdercooker'.
His arm was torn off in a sort of accident. The world he comes from has little water, and no one could "waste" any on his wound, which even though I cleaned and re-dressed, is terrible.
Beyond salve, I could do nothing else but pick out the bits of grime. There were metal pieces as well, but they looked to be holding it shut as well as being lost in the swelling fester of it all.
What's worse is that it hurts him, and that he thinks he must bear the pain forever.
(Please don't let his appearance frighten you if you are put off by such things. He is strange, and strange looking, but he means well, and has done no harm.)
[Attached find one (1) picture of Sherlock's wrist bearing wristwatch, date and time clearly legible. While generally unreliable - and indeed meaningless - in a place such as this, one day is honestly as good as another, and so here they are.]
[Ah, but John, you speak in haste. Behold, the clock's latest gracious delivery: a package of Jammie Dodgers sat atop the pièce de resistance, a magnificent cake, adorned thoughtfully with a stick-on bow. Truly, theirs is a generous host.]
[ some because I'm not going to be the only fully grown man munching on a jammy dodger cake today Sherlock, I'm just not, I hope you're equally as prepared for a sugary demise ]
[ the wording may not make it too obvious, but. this is a text tony sent out to every device with a connection to the network; why he didn't just make a normal update? reasoning lost to the ages. ]
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@soufflegirl
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Do they even have doctors here
Also why are you even suggesting this
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[ .... oh boy does she not know what's going on, is cluing her in a kindness or a cruelty... whatever, have a sent-through screenshot of the full conversation so far Clara, original comment included ]
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shriek. ]
oh my god i am so sorry i would NEVER send something so disgusting
i didn't write that message, idk how you got it
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the clock gets some crazy idea and starts messing around with everyone's phones
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it's rude
un: murphy
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Heart-warming, thank you.
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It's alright, no need to be shy. You wouldn't be the first to fall head over heels.
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@redacted
If Valentines Day did not exist,
No flowers, gifts or cards,
I'd search to find another way
To send you my regards.
I must communicate to you
Appreciation and respect,
Hoping my heartfelt message
Has a warm and good effect.
But Valentine's Day is here again,
So I send this poem to say:
You're extraordinary, special, rare;
Happy Valentine's Day!
¸¸.•*¨*•♡.¸¸.•*¨*•♡.¸¸.•*¨*•♡.¸¸.•*¨*•♡.¸¸.•*¨*•♡.¸¸.•*¨*•♡.¸¸.•*¨*•.¸¸
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The bordering is a nice detail.
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Apparently I sent this shit to a lot of people. I didn't mean to. I promise I'm not really asking you to be my valentine on this delightful day or whatever.
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un: no.one
oh my god
B)
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Do not worry, Doctor John Watson. Perhaps if you encounter a bear, it will be like this place: suspiciously gentle and dressed in pink motley.
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That's almost a more frightening concept than a regular bear. But I'm not overly worried. I'm sure I'd make it out alright regardless. And just John is fine.
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un: sansastark
His arm was torn off in a sort of accident. The world he comes from has little water, and no one could "waste" any on his wound, which even though I cleaned and re-dressed, is terrible.
Beyond salve, I could do nothing else but pick out the bits of grime. There were metal pieces as well, but they looked to be holding it shut as well as being lost in the swelling fester of it all.
What's worse is that it hurts him, and that he thinks he must bear the pain forever.
(Please don't let his appearance frighten you if you are put off by such things. He is strange, and strange looking, but he means well, and has done no harm.)
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Please tell me how he fares.
Oh. If he's wary at all, food might be of use. As a sort of encouragement. A reward.
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[ ... encouragement ] Does he have a nervous disposition?
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The more he tells me of his world, the more I come to believe it worse than my own. I am ashamed that I did not expect him to be so well spoken.
If there is any way I can repay you, please tell me.
backdated to The Birthing Day
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[ really, truly, he doesn't... although actually, that cake is looking an awful lot more magnificent than it might otherwise ]
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[ some because I'm not going to be the only fully grown man munching on a jammy dodger cake today Sherlock, I'm just not, I hope you're equally as prepared for a sugary demise ]
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[Well of course he'll be joining in. Couldn't possibly miss this opportunity to satisfy his sweet tooth.]
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[ yes. ]
We could take it to the cafe. If we can find it.
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@ stacy's moms. mass text.
u might be the one...
who owns this ring. is this urs?