[One day, Sasha will just shove his entire medical record into the mailbox. Enjoy the thing, John.]
[Jesus, Sasha. What is he supposed to do with all of this? It feels wrong just reading through a virtual stranger's medical file when they aren't an actual patient or a dead body he's examining for a case.]
Sasha,
I don't feel comfortable examining your medical file without you present. Please let me know when you're available and we can do tea.
Regards,
John
[He debates signing it as Dr. Watson, but refrains. He said he wanted a colleague, and using his title doesn't really convey that sentiment.]
Sasha,
I don't feel comfortable examining your medical file without you present. Please let me know when you're available and we can do tea.
Regards,
John
[He debates signing it as Dr. Watson, but refrains. He said he wanted a colleague, and using his title doesn't really convey that sentiment.]
Hello, darling!
I've noticed you're quite the sharp shooter, so I have a proposition for you. How would you feel about a friendly competition between the two of us?
Whilst I don't have a traditional firearm, I'm fairly sure I can keep pace with you with a mind bullet or two if you're interested. No pressure if you aren't, baby. I figured I would offer. We all deserve a little fun around here.
-Milla Vodello
I've noticed you're quite the sharp shooter, so I have a proposition for you. How would you feel about a friendly competition between the two of us?
Whilst I don't have a traditional firearm, I'm fairly sure I can keep pace with you with a mind bullet or two if you're interested. No pressure if you aren't, baby. I figured I would offer. We all deserve a little fun around here.
-Milla Vodello
[Noticed? The choice of words sends a prickle of paranoia across John's skin. Has she been watching him while he hunts? Has she been talking to the plants? Other people like Lili who can talk to the plants? The suspicion swirls around in his head for half the night, keeping him awake and staring at the ceiling. It's just as well. John ends up taking their new puppy outside a few times just to make sure he does any nighttime business outside until he's properly housebroken.
He responds the next day after beating back the paranoia and telling himself she must have heard about the shanty town shooting games. Maybe she read his note on the board from earlier last month.]
Milla,
I'd be happy to practice my sharpshooting with you. Or compete, if that's what you'd like to call it. ;)
I reckon the beach is probably the safest place to set up. Did you have anything particular for targets in mind? I can try to put something together, otherwise.
-John
He responds the next day after beating back the paranoia and telling himself she must have heard about the shanty town shooting games. Maybe she read his note on the board from earlier last month.]
Milla,
I'd be happy to practice my sharpshooting with you. Or compete, if that's what you'd like to call it. ;)
I reckon the beach is probably the safest place to set up. Did you have anything particular for targets in mind? I can try to put something together, otherwise.
-John
[This message takes longer to write than she really wished it did. She keeps having to take breaks. She's written and rewritten so many parts of it. Every word is important and has to be chosen carefully. If any mistake is made, she scraps the letter entirely and starts again. So when it finally arrives, it's crisp and clean with no sign of hesitation in the scratchy letters.]
H3LLO DR W4TSON
1 WOULD L1K3 TO 3XT3ND MY 4POLOG13S FOR OUR PUBL1C 4RGUM3NT TH3 OTH3R D4Y
G1V3N MY P4ST H1STORY W1TH DOCTORS
YOUR OFF3R TO TH3 V1LL4G3 C4M3 4S 4 SHOCK TO M3
4ND 1 4CT3D W1THOUT TH1NK1NG
1 HOP3 YOU C4N FORG1V3 M3 FOR M4K1NG 4SSUMPT1ONS
1 WOULD L1K3 TO ST4RT ON 4 N3W FOOT W1TH YOU
1F YOU 4R3 W1LL1NG
S1NC3R3LY
4L3TH314 TR33WYRM
H3LLO DR W4TSON
1 WOULD L1K3 TO 3XT3ND MY 4POLOG13S FOR OUR PUBL1C 4RGUM3NT TH3 OTH3R D4Y
G1V3N MY P4ST H1STORY W1TH DOCTORS
YOUR OFF3R TO TH3 V1LL4G3 C4M3 4S 4 SHOCK TO M3
4ND 1 4CT3D W1THOUT TH1NK1NG
1 HOP3 YOU C4N FORG1V3 M3 FOR M4K1NG 4SSUMPT1ONS
1 WOULD L1K3 TO ST4RT ON 4 N3W FOOT W1TH YOU
1F YOU 4R3 W1LL1NG
S1NC3R3LY
4L3TH314 TR33WYRM
[This isn't a letter he's honestly expecting to get. He'd asked Izzy to talk to her, and he assumes he has, but that conversation must have gone better than he anticipated. A lot better. He's still wary.]
Aletheia,
Thank you. And I'll extend my apologies, in turn, for bringing up a subject that's upsetting to you and a number of the other people here. I'm not sure if Mr. Mediator told you, but I'll refrain from talking about my profession on the board in the future and stick to offering my services privately. We don't need to talk about it again, if you'd prefer, while we're stepping off on a new foot.
Regards,
John
Aletheia,
Thank you. And I'll extend my apologies, in turn, for bringing up a subject that's upsetting to you and a number of the other people here. I'm not sure if Mr. Mediator told you, but I'll refrain from talking about my profession on the board in the future and stick to offering my services privately. We don't need to talk about it again, if you'd prefer, while we're stepping off on a new foot.
Regards,
John
Edited 2017-04-20 00:49 (UTC)
[He knows Sherlock is back, he saw the note on the board, so he delays his planned visit to make sure that John had calmed down enough to not go after Justin so that the two can talk and get sorted.
He also owes John a proper thanks for the surgery, something he failed to do at the time and then couldn't in order to stop John from committing revenge murder. Or just revenge. He drops a letter in the box himself, not waiting for the mail sloth, and it's more a warning than anything else.]
I'm coming over tonight.
James.
[True to his word, he shows up as the sun goes down.]
He also owes John a proper thanks for the surgery, something he failed to do at the time and then couldn't in order to stop John from committing revenge murder. Or just revenge. He drops a letter in the box himself, not waiting for the mail sloth, and it's more a warning than anything else.]
I'm coming over tonight.
James.
[True to his word, he shows up as the sun goes down.]
[John would usually be looking forward to the visit, but he's irritable today. He's exhausted and frustrated with himself for being exhausted to the point that Sherlock's been able to run off unattended multiple times while John's been sleeping. The doctor opens the door and gestures him in. There's the scent of Chinese takeaway in the air. John hadn't felt much like cooking, and some orange chicken and spring rolls on the tree out front had appeared to answer his needs.]
Should I be calling you James now, or is that just for signing letters?
[Black Bart takes note of the visitor and comes scuttling toward Bucky for attention.]
Should I be calling you James now, or is that just for signing letters?
[Black Bart takes note of the visitor and comes scuttling toward Bucky for attention.]
[It's been a while since Sherlock has come back and since the shitshow went down. Pokey had meant to do this shortly after seeing everything happen, but had also wanted to provide time in between.]
John,
Considering the situation in town and the fact I'm new here, I want to get a better idea of the divide that has begun forming, so far as I can recognize the divide. Since I want to see both sides of the story I wanted to talk with you, and any of the others from Norfinbury, when provided the chance so I have some idea of whats going on.
Thank you for your time,
Pokey
John,
Considering the situation in town and the fact I'm new here, I want to get a better idea of the divide that has begun forming, so far as I can recognize the divide. Since I want to see both sides of the story I wanted to talk with you, and any of the others from Norfinbury, when provided the chance so I have some idea of whats going on.
Thank you for your time,
Pokey
Pokey,
Never been part of a focus group. Looking to pull a few of those together?
[The sarcasm is maybe a little too heavy there for a teenager who's just trying to help.]
I don't know about the others, but I'm available to talk whenever you'd like. Feel free to drop by for lunch sometime. You might catch Sherlock if you're in for dinner.
-John
Never been part of a focus group. Looking to pull a few of those together?
[The sarcasm is maybe a little too heavy there for a teenager who's just trying to help.]
I don't know about the others, but I'm available to talk whenever you'd like. Feel free to drop by for lunch sometime. You might catch Sherlock if you're in for dinner.
-John
[There will be a letter in John's mailbox that was clearly written in ink in what has to be the most pretentious script ever. Seriously, who still writes like it's the Middle Ages?]
It is very rude to not give your surname when introducing yourself.
~ (^・x・^)
[And that is all it says.]
It is very rude to not give your surname when introducing yourself.
~ (^・x・^)
[And that is all it says.]
Edited 2017-07-06 18:38 (UTC)
[It takes John a long moment to figure out who this is. There's a letter that appears in Renart's mailbox the next day, though.]
Renart,
Don't remember you giving one. I gave it at the Town Meeting. Vendetta against my kin?
- John
[He knows what this is about. He doesn't want to deal with it.]
Renart,
Don't remember you giving one. I gave it at the Town Meeting. Vendetta against my kin?
- John
[He knows what this is about. He doesn't want to deal with it.]
Want to just continue here or do a separate log for AC purposes? <<
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jumpthegun
- 2017-07-07 13:14 (UTC) - Expand[This feels so weird when he's used to tablets.]
You're lucky I know your handwriting. I'll ring round.
-JW
[He's assuming Sherlock isn't invited.]
You're lucky I know your handwriting. I'll ring round.
-JW
[He's assuming Sherlock isn't invited.]
[The package arrives a couple of weeks after Izzekiel's recovery. Inside is a surprisingly well-drawn, if heavily stylized poster of a troll with curly black hair and four simplified, point horns. The trolls eyes are two solid circles of color, with arrows labeling them as "OPTIC BLAST DISPENSERS". Colorful lightning bolts are drawn all around the troll's head, labelled "ZAP ZONE". An arrow points towards the troll's ear, with the tag "SOUNDS OF THE FUTURE*"
A few objects are depicted in silhouette, with jagged colorful lines surrounding them. "MAKE SHIT MOVE FOR FUN AND PROFIT" is written around them.
At the very bottom of the poster are the words "HOW PSIONICS WORK", as well as "*but only sometimes".
Accompanying the poster is a small, wrapped parcel containing some simple short bread cookies sweetened with honey, and a note.]
II don't thiink thii2 ii2 enough, and II know iit'2 not helpful but II know what you helped do for the Mediiator.
II owe you 2o much more than thii2 and II'm 2orry for everythiing that happened.
-Xanthou2
A few objects are depicted in silhouette, with jagged colorful lines surrounding them. "MAKE SHIT MOVE FOR FUN AND PROFIT" is written around them.
At the very bottom of the poster are the words "HOW PSIONICS WORK", as well as "*but only sometimes".
Accompanying the poster is a small, wrapped parcel containing some simple short bread cookies sweetened with honey, and a note.]
II don't thiink thii2 ii2 enough, and II know iit'2 not helpful but II know what you helped do for the Mediiator.
II owe you 2o much more than thii2 and II'm 2orry for everythiing that happened.
-Xanthou2
[John opens up the package and looks over the poster. When the gets to the bottom of it, there's a bark of laughter that pushes its way out. Well, then. He supposes he ought to put that up in the clinic. The biscuits are set out in the living room where Black Bart won't be able to reach. John puts a note on them for Sherlock noting that he is allowed one biscuit per day, at a maximum. John wants to make them last.]
Thank you for the poster and biscuits. I'm not sure what actually set you off, but you taking care to get that sorted is thanks enough. If there's something I can do to help, please let me know.
- John
Thank you for the poster and biscuits. I'm not sure what actually set you off, but you taking care to get that sorted is thanks enough. If there's something I can do to help, please let me know.
- John
[After they've made up again, a series of post-it notes appears around the house over the course of a few days when he remembers things that he meant to talk to John about.]
Mycroft has PTSD. It's embarrassing, sort it out.
I have scuba gear, I'm going down to examine the kraken in a few days.
Renart doesn't want to sleep with you any more. She does want to invite you to play Mousetrap.
Lord Montague Highhurst is a serial killer, don't tell anyone.
Mycroft has PTSD. It's embarrassing, sort it out.
I have scuba gear, I'm going down to examine the kraken in a few days.
Renart doesn't want to sleep with you any more. She does want to invite you to play Mousetrap.
Lord Montague Highhurst is a serial killer, don't tell anyone.
[Seriously? John puts post-its on the bathroom mirror that Sherlock will have to look at.]
Don't put sensitive information on bloody post-its, Sherlock. What if we have people over and I haven't noticed them?
Do you even know how to scuba dive?
Is Renart hosting the game?
Don't put sensitive information on bloody post-its, Sherlock. What if we have people over and I haven't noticed them?
Do you even know how to scuba dive?
Is Renart hosting the game?
[A couple of days after the wild boar population has suddenly boomed John will, one early morning, find an extremely dead one on his and Sherlock's front step.
(It's mostly just for Sherlock but it's not like she's leaving a note or anything.)
Nothing else. Just a dead boar. Someone with a good eye will be able to notice bite marks at the board's throat, and someone who is really clever will be able to note said bite marks match that of a fox's dentition.
You're welcome!]
(It's mostly just for Sherlock but it's not like she's leaving a note or anything.)
Nothing else. Just a dead boar. Someone with a good eye will be able to notice bite marks at the board's throat, and someone who is really clever will be able to note said bite marks match that of a fox's dentition.
You're welcome!]
[Well, that's disturbing. John will at least bring it in and clean it for Sherlock to examine. Like hell is John eating anything left on their doorstep, gift or not.]
[Bucky knows that John keeps fairly regular clinic hours, and so that's where he is taking his burden. Mycroft slung over his good shoulder and held in place with his flesh arm, and a huge bearded vulture hanging by its feet from his metal hand, also unconscious.
He can't exactly knock with his hands full, and so one booted foot comes up and slams twice against the door. Open up, John, he wants a word with you.]
He can't exactly knock with his hands full, and so one booted foot comes up and slams twice against the door. Open up, John, he wants a word with you.]
[The clinic has a glass door and it's the sort that swings both ways. John's attention is drawn from the back room where he's been cleaning by the sound, though. He sees Mycroft, he sees a random bird, and he opens the door fully for the other man.]
Chuck him on the sofa unless you broke something. What did he do?
[Because Mycroft was the instigator here, whatever this was. John's certain of it.]
Chuck him on the sofa unless you broke something. What did he do?
[Because Mycroft was the instigator here, whatever this was. John's certain of it.]
Unless John stops him then I’ll leave this for you and Indy to thread in?
advanced
- 2017-10-06 20:35 (UTC) - ExpandJOHN
bucky got a block on made
WANTED SPEAKING TO ME AS TO BE KNOWING WHAT I KNOW
i tried to tell him i could erase from me but
I FUCKED UP
i ain't know where bucky went
OR WHERE HE IS
but he's your friend, i'm certain
HAS HE GONE TO YOU?
he wasn't alright last i saw but he motherfucking ran and
I COULDN'T STOP HIM
tell me if he's alright
[Alight. There's a joke.]
OR WILL HE BE
you know at what i mean
SORRY
-izzekiel ♑
bucky got a block on made
WANTED SPEAKING TO ME AS TO BE KNOWING WHAT I KNOW
i tried to tell him i could erase from me but
I FUCKED UP
i ain't know where bucky went
OR WHERE HE IS
but he's your friend, i'm certain
HAS HE GONE TO YOU?
he wasn't alright last i saw but he motherfucking ran and
I COULDN'T STOP HIM
tell me if he's alright
[Alight. There's a joke.]
OR WILL HE BE
you know at what i mean
SORRY
-izzekiel ♑
[John doesn't bother to write back, he just heads over in the evening once he's woken up and dealt with the hangover from the wine. He knocks on Izzy's door and waits for him to answer.]
Hey. Bucky was over at mine yesterday. He'll be fine. Well... he'll be himself.
[Which isn't really fine, but it's stable.]
Hey. Bucky was over at mine yesterday. He'll be fine. Well... he'll be himself.
[Which isn't really fine, but it's stable.]
Hey, D()c
I was w()ndering if I c()uld get c()pies (()r make c()pies, if there aren't any currently available) ()f the schematics and pr()gramming ()n the medical nan()b()ts? I'm putting t()gether a rep()rt ()n the cl()ne sickness crisis f()r Zephyr t() pass ()ff t() the ()ther g()dkids with f()und fl()cks, s() they have d()cumentati()n ()f ()ur treatment strategies t() refer t() if a similar situati()n arises in their realms. We can't be the ()nly w()rldlet that's ended up with Facility transplants, y()u kn()w?
- Psymagus Waspfire
I was w()ndering if I c()uld get c()pies (()r make c()pies, if there aren't any currently available) ()f the schematics and pr()gramming ()n the medical nan()b()ts? I'm putting t()gether a rep()rt ()n the cl()ne sickness crisis f()r Zephyr t() pass ()ff t() the ()ther g()dkids with f()und fl()cks, s() they have d()cumentati()n ()f ()ur treatment strategies t() refer t() if a similar situati()n arises in their realms. We can't be the ()nly w()rldlet that's ended up with Facility transplants, y()u kn()w?
- Psymagus Waspfire
[This is for a worthy cause, really. She's not asking anything out of the ordinary, but the request for schematics and programs on the medical nanomachines sets off every single alarm in John's head at once. He doesn't write back, John just goes to her house in the late evening and knocks on the door after he receives the letter.
Waspfire won't need to be even passingly decent at reading body language to note how tense John is when she answers the door.]
Evening. I got your letter.
[The greeting is flat as he watches the troll with open suspicion.]
Waspfire won't need to be even passingly decent at reading body language to note how tense John is when she answers the door.]
Evening. I got your letter.
[The greeting is flat as he watches the troll with open suspicion.]
11/1 (replies might be slow until the intros with Sherlock/Mycroft are done)
marywatson
2017-11-01 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mary was more touched than she would let on by the gift of meat and milk that John had left for her. Especially the letter. Especially the part where he spoke about remembering how to make her tea. On the morning of November 1st, on the doorstep John (carefully timed so Sherlock won't) will find what is clearly a wrapped loaf of bread. On the outside will be John's name printed. The following note written on the inside.
Paper had been a precious commodity in the Box and wasn't that much easier to come by here, as far as Mary knew. John might be able to tell the paper is reused from the non-bloodied parts of the paper he had used to deliver the meat. If John can't tell, Sherlock certainly could. Mary made several corrections (not well erased) throughout. And rather than striking out the poor erased bits, she wrote over them, but John can probably still read the original writing. Rather than cursive, it is in block script. Mary had been been able to hide/avoid him for the past two days.]
My Dearest John,
Thank you for the meat and milk you left for me. It was a relief to not have to worry about it while I adjust to all the changes I missed while I was sleeping.
Please accept this loaf of bread in gratitude. I've always liked baking fresh bread.and it was a way for me to contribute before I fell asleep. It's a spicy bread which should go well with the kinds of meat you hunt.
The three of us talking - I'm not sure is a good idea just yet.
I might need a bit of time before the three of us meet together. Perhaps we could just write letters for a bit first.
I am a nurse, or I was back home, so most things I can manage, but I will keep your offer in mind if I get in over my head.
Yours Always Sincerely,
Mary
Paper had been a precious commodity in the Box and wasn't that much easier to come by here, as far as Mary knew. John might be able to tell the paper is reused from the non-bloodied parts of the paper he had used to deliver the meat. If John can't tell, Sherlock certainly could. Mary made several corrections (not well erased) throughout. And rather than striking out the poor erased bits, she wrote over them, but John can probably still read the original writing. Rather than cursive, it is in block script. Mary had been been able to hide/avoid him for the past two days.]
Thank you for the meat and milk you left for me. It was a relief to not have to worry about it while I adjust to all the changes I missed while I was sleeping.
Please accept this loaf of bread in gratitude. I've always liked baking fresh bread.
I might need a bit of time before the three of us meet together. Perhaps we could just write letters for a bit first.
I am a nurse, or I was back home, so most things I can manage, but I will keep your offer in mind if I get in over my head.
Mary
[Mary might find that the slaughterhouse that's appeared since she arrived has some convenient rolls of butcher paper in it that she's able to pull from in the future. John decides he needs to be careful with what he writes. After Sherlock had come home and told him about his conversation with Mary, it's clear whatever happened in The Box... he and Sherlock somehow went mad. Or there's some version of him out there who really is in love with Sherlock. That his future-already-dead wife would encounter that version is... troubling. To say the least.]
Mary,
Thank you very much for the bread. We had some with dinner last night. Excellent accompaniment to rabbit stew!
Take all the time you'd like. I'm happy to just write back and forth. I do want to make one thing clear, though, in case Sherlock wasn't: I'm not married. I've never been married from what I can remember. And Sherlock is my friend and housemate. That's enough for the both of us to be getting on with.
Best,
John
Mary,
Thank you very much for the bread. We had some with dinner last night. Excellent accompaniment to rabbit stew!
Take all the time you'd like. I'm happy to just write back and forth. I do want to make one thing clear, though, in case Sherlock wasn't: I'm not married. I've never been married from what I can remember. And Sherlock is my friend and housemate. That's enough for the both of us to be getting on with.
Best,
John
11/7 - There is a pumpkin maze for the season that she can pull pumpkins from!
jumpthegun
- 2017-11-06 22:41 (UTC) - Expand11/7 - evening (Mun is impatient haha - we can handwave as needed.)
marywatson
- 2017-11-08 00:41 (UTC) - Expand11/9 morning (hope this doesn't mess up the new thread too much, I can edit if it does)
marywatson
- 2017-11-26 00:15 (UTC) - Expand[It's only the next day when Sherlock appears in the house, all dudgeon against John forgotten, with a box in his hands. He's ready to perform some experiments before John loses his cat traits, Berit looking less enthusiastic as she pads in at his heels.]
John? Come here.
[He had better be in, it would be inconvenient for him if John wasn't.]
John? Come here.
[He had better be in, it would be inconvenient for him if John wasn't.]
[John's voice comes from his bedroom.]
Not a dog, thanks.
[If and when Sherlock heads over there, he'll find John curled up atop the blankets on his bed. He's clearly just been woken up from a catnap. He's stopped bothering with trying to hide his ears, tail, and eyes while in the house and just watches Sherlock. His ears flick back in irritation when he glances down at Berit, but this room is John's territory. She should know better than to act up or she'll be put out and have the door closed on her.]
Not a dog, thanks.
[If and when Sherlock heads over there, he'll find John curled up atop the blankets on his bed. He's clearly just been woken up from a catnap. He's stopped bothering with trying to hide his ears, tail, and eyes while in the house and just watches Sherlock. His ears flick back in irritation when he glances down at Berit, but this room is John's territory. She should know better than to act up or she'll be put out and have the door closed on her.]
Edited 2017-11-19 15:33 (UTC)
[Normally Phil sends sweets with his apology letters, but after the last time he'd seen Watson, it'd be in bad taste. So he sends some teas.]
I'm sorry for turning you into a cat. I should've told you about my magic problems before I accepted your invitation. I didn't want to say, you're one of a few people I feel comfortable being a wolf around them.
I don't know if you'll trust me again, but please don't think of me as some threat.
I'm sorry for turning you into a cat. I should've told you about my magic problems before I accepted your invitation. I didn't want to say, you're one of a few people I feel comfortable being a wolf around them.
I don't know if you'll trust me again, but please don't think of me as some threat.
[The teas are going to be carefully examined with the electron microscope downstairs before they're discarded. The Englishman in John despairs to do something like that, but he's absolutely not trusting any kind of food or beverage item from Phil. He's stopped popping into the after-hours pub set up at his place, as well. It's Shep pouring the drinks, but they've been around the werewolf and that can't be trusted.
Still, he's not going to be rude about the apology.]
I accept your apology.
But I don't think I'll be able to accept any food from you or eat around you in the future for a good long while, Phil. What happened was humiliating. I know you didn't mean it, but I don't much fancy having even the chance for it to happen again.
Still, he's not going to be rude about the apology.]
I accept your apology.
But I don't think I'll be able to accept any food from you or eat around you in the future for a good long while, Phil. What happened was humiliating. I know you didn't mean it, but I don't much fancy having even the chance for it to happen again.
[One would think I'd run out of steam soon, but NOT YET.
John, like everyone else, will be receiving a gift from Xanthous. One of which is scarf that has been lovingly hand knit to...resemble the Union Jack. Enjoy your patriotism, John. Asides from that there's a sweater - actually knit well, though potentially a little bit long in the torso - and a pair of mittens. Everyone's getting mittens this year. Xanthous has a stockpile.]
2now'2 goiing to be comiing iin a few week2, John.
-Xanthou2
John, like everyone else, will be receiving a gift from Xanthous. One of which is scarf that has been lovingly hand knit to...resemble the Union Jack. Enjoy your patriotism, John. Asides from that there's a sweater - actually knit well, though potentially a little bit long in the torso - and a pair of mittens. Everyone's getting mittens this year. Xanthous has a stockpile.]
2now'2 goiing to be comiing iin a few week2, John.
-Xanthou2
[John is more genuinely touched by the gesture than he thought he would be. A small box of homemade sugar cookies are placed in Xanthous' mailbox, in turn. They have yellow and black snowflakes for frosting.]
[So that whole night was kind of weird. But also fun, though her inability to get very hungover has probably left her with a more positive view of the whole mess than him.
Whatever, they got drunk and slept together. Not a big deal.
She takes her sweet time in dropping off this note, not in any rush. Nor does she bother signing it, because he'll be able to tell who it's from by the content and the writing.]
I think your mascot idea is a little ridiculous, but if that wasn't just drunken rambling then I'm willing to do it on occasion.
Whatever, they got drunk and slept together. Not a big deal.
She takes her sweet time in dropping off this note, not in any rush. Nor does she bother signing it, because he'll be able to tell who it's from by the content and the writing.]
I think your mascot idea is a little ridiculous, but if that wasn't just drunken rambling then I'm willing to do it on occasion.
[Oh, god. John's a cat right now, so he doesn't really know what to say to this. He's also not sure what to say when he's a little mortified about what happened. Not that the sex hadn't been good. God had it been good after so long. But he'd been trying to avoid becoming another of Renart's conquests. But... here she is actually continuing to try to talk to him.
He can do civility, at least. She'll smell a cat that isn't Berit on the letter that's delivered to her house.]
The clinic's closed for the next few days. I'm feeling a bit under the weather. But if you're free, you're welcome to drop in.
He can do civility, at least. She'll smell a cat that isn't Berit on the letter that's delivered to her house.]
The clinic's closed for the next few days. I'm feeling a bit under the weather. But if you're free, you're welcome to drop in.
[It's a little bit early, but Bucky wants to get this over with before the actual season properly begins, when there might be a lot more people about. It's pretty late at night when he shows up at John's door, knocking just loudly enough to hopefully only rouse him and not his flatmate.
When John answers, Bucky will mutely hold out a very long and quite heavy box, wrapped with military precision.]
When John answers, Bucky will mutely hold out a very long and quite heavy box, wrapped with military precision.]
[John's awake, just reading in bed, when he hears the knock. He doesn't particularly like answering the door after 7 PM, but Sherlock's sure as hell not going to answer it, and it might be someone in need of medical attention. Still, he can't help grabbing his switchblade knife and stuffing it into the pocket of his dressing gown before heading for the door. One of the new kittens, Molly--he thinks--seems to have taken interest in the entryway, and he has to nudge her away with his foot before opening the door a crack, and then wider.]
Bucky, what's-
[And there's a large, wrapped box being thrust at him.]
Uh... thanks.
[He stares at Bucky for a long moment, just holding the box. Then, clears his throat.]
D'you want to come in for a nightcap?
Bucky, what's-
[And there's a large, wrapped box being thrust at him.]
Uh... thanks.
[He stares at Bucky for a long moment, just holding the box. Then, clears his throat.]
D'you want to come in for a nightcap?
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[Phil knows that John might not be keen on accepting any gifts, much less food gifts from him. But he still sends a stack of gingerbread cookies, with one "wearing" a frosting jumper, and another one with a deerstalker and a frowny face. The note attached reads]
Dear Dr. Watson,
While I wish things were different, I'm glad you're here in the Meadous for as long as you'll be here. I'm so sorry for turning you part cat that time, I know you don't particularly trust my food since then.
Thank you for your service and for being a good friend.
Happy Holidays,
- PG
Dear Dr. Watson,
While I wish things were different, I'm glad you're here in the Meadous for as long as you'll be here. I'm so sorry for turning you part cat that time, I know you don't particularly trust my food since then.
Thank you for your service and for being a good friend.
Happy Holidays,
- PG
[They're very cute biscuits, but John won't be eating them. It feels strange to have Phil call him a good friend, as well. In any case, he leaves them out, displayed on a plate, for decoration. At least until Sherlock decides he wants to eat them. Or one of the cats messes about with them. They have far too many animals. He sends back a jar of orange preserves he's made along with a note.]
Dear Phil,
Thank you for the biscuits. Can't say I'm nearly the baker you are, but please enjoy some preserves for the season. Thank you for the tip about your baking.
Cheers,
John
Dear Phil,
Thank you for the biscuits. Can't say I'm nearly the baker you are, but please enjoy some preserves for the season. Thank you for the tip about your baking.
Cheers,
John
[After her conversation with Bucky and meeting Tintin the urge to tease John has been growing, and she can't resist anymore. She leaves him a short, pointed note note in his mailbox.]
You really are a Casanova, aren't you?
Without the gambling addiction and all the diseases, I mean.
You really are a Casanova, aren't you?
Without the gambling addiction and all the diseases, I mean.
[John's not exactly sure what to make of that comment.]
If you've received some sort of unmarked gift, it really wasn't from me.
If you've received some sort of unmarked gift, it really wasn't from me.
[Left in the mailbox and wrapped in a few layers of paper in an attempt to keep it from freezing is a loaf of sweet bread filled with dried fruits ]
You said it was somewhere close to Christmas, I think, so I made this. It's something we usually make at home for the winter holidays and every family has their own recipe but I added a little more of. Well, everything sweet to be honest. Hope you enjoy it, it makes a good breakfast.
-Meulin
You said it was somewhere close to Christmas, I think, so I made this. It's something we usually make at home for the winter holidays and every family has their own recipe but I added a little more of. Well, everything sweet to be honest. Hope you enjoy it, it makes a good breakfast.
-Meulin
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[Oh, that's incredibly sweet. John smiles looking over the sweet bread before heading off to the wishing pond. Meulin will receive a cat pillow roll the next day along with a note.]
The bread's fantastic. Thank you, Meulin! Hope you have a wonderful Christmas. I'll see you at the party.
- John
The bread's fantastic. Thank you, Meulin! Hope you have a wonderful Christmas. I'll see you at the party.
- John
[Eliza leaves John a drawing in his mailbox the night of Christmas Eve. It's him dressed as (and drawn in the style of) Doctor Black Jack, posing dramatically. She's signed it and added a "Merry Christmas!" note as well.]
[John has no idea what Doctor Black Jack is, but it's... cute, he supposes? He pulls together his own package and brings it over to Eliza's mailbox. Inside, she'll find a three small jars of different flavors of preserved fruit.]
Happy Christmas!
- Dr. Watson
Happy Christmas!
- Dr. Watson
[On Christmas morning two gifts will be left on John and Sherlock's doorstep. Both of them are wrapped, reading Joyeux Noël and are signed by Renart. The one that has John's name on it is a warm winter scarf, complete with dorky fox theme.]
[It's incredibly twee, and John just shakes his head at the scarf. He sends back a quick message that he's sure she'll like as far as gifts go:]
IOU one three-course meal. At least one day's notice requested. One guest allowed.
Happy Christmas,
Dr. John Watson
IOU one three-course meal. At least one day's notice requested. One guest allowed.
Happy Christmas,
Dr. John Watson
[Stephen's already given away what eggs his ducks had laid since about half of them suddenly started doing so on Christmas Eve, so John will just get a note.]
This note good for 3 eggs
Merry Christmas from Dr. Strange
[He'd be less stingy if he had any idea how inundated with eggs he's going to be in the coming weeks...months...years??]
This note good for 3 eggs
Merry Christmas from Dr. Strange
[He'd be less stingy if he had any idea how inundated with eggs he's going to be in the coming weeks...months...years??]
This note good for unlimited milk. Please come and steal more of it, Stephen. Please.
Cheers,
John
Cheers,
John
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