I'll just leave the crocodile jerky for another night. Thank you, though. It sounds like The Box and Norfinbury were two different flavors of hell. And that does certainly sound more like the Sherlock we know and love.
Like a brother.
[The line is squeezed in between two paragraphs, like he re-read it and clearly thought better of the phrasing.]
He's not so good with patience. Or people. Or much of anything that doesn't involve a mystery. He does try, though. And he's been trying a lot harder for a while now. He wanted to move out for a while, thought it might make you feel safer. I more or less strong-armed him into not doing that. Just so you know he did try to do that for you. I just wouldn't let him. I don't much like my housemate running himself out of the house feeling guilty for something he never did, you know?
Khan from Star Trek is certainly something, though. Don't remember him looking like Sherlock in the films I've seen.
[He means the old Star Trek movies.]
Norfinbury had scarce supplies, as well, so the Meadous has been heaven by comparison on that front. It was a little frozen town in Alaska. We were the only things alive there, everything else has been killed off by radiation. There were these things called anomalies--sort of monster-like creatures that took on all different shapes, usually something that was personal, or some sort of conglomerate of different people all smashed together.
We couldn't eat those, though. Or fight them, really. As soon as they touched you, you'd go unconscious and they'd swallow you whole or drag you away. Your best bet was just to run, get inside a building, and bar the doors and windows until lockdown. That was a sort of curfew. Not sure if you had to deal with that. Bloody inconvenient. If you were trapped outside after lockdown, you'd freeze overnight. There were far too many deaths in far too many ways there.
That's part of what Sherlock's coming from. He'd just died when we turned up here, as well, so that was a bit much to take in.
[John had just died, as well, but he'll leave out mentioning that. Or the anomaly that looked like a woman he'd fallen in love with who'd killed him the first time.]
Our food situation wasn't quite as dire, maybe, just inconvenient. There were a few places that dispensed food. Junk stuff at the convenience store, cafeteria food at the elementary school. Supposedly there was a grocery store with proper food, but I never made it there. Too far out of the way for everything else.
11/7 - evening
I'll just leave the crocodile jerky for another night. Thank you, though. It sounds like The Box and Norfinbury were two different flavors of hell. And that does certainly sound more like the Sherlock we know and love.
Like a brother.
[The line is squeezed in between two paragraphs, like he re-read it and clearly thought better of the phrasing.]
He's not so good with patience. Or people. Or much of anything that doesn't involve a mystery. He does try, though. And he's been trying a lot harder for a while now. He wanted to move out for a while, thought it might make you feel safer. I more or less strong-armed him into not doing that. Just so you know he did try to do that for you. I just wouldn't let him. I don't much like my housemate running himself out of the house feeling guilty for something he never did, you know?
Khan from Star Trek is certainly something, though. Don't remember him looking like Sherlock in the films I've seen.
[He means the old Star Trek movies.]
Norfinbury had scarce supplies, as well, so the Meadous has been heaven by comparison on that front. It was a little frozen town in Alaska. We were the only things alive there, everything else has been killed off by radiation. There were these things called anomalies--sort of monster-like creatures that took on all different shapes, usually something that was personal, or some sort of conglomerate of different people all smashed together.
We couldn't eat those, though. Or fight them, really. As soon as they touched you, you'd go unconscious and they'd swallow you whole or drag you away. Your best bet was just to run, get inside a building, and bar the doors and windows until lockdown. That was a sort of curfew. Not sure if you had to deal with that. Bloody inconvenient. If you were trapped outside after lockdown, you'd freeze overnight. There were far too many deaths in far too many ways there.
That's part of what Sherlock's coming from. He'd just died when we turned up here, as well, so that was a bit much to take in.
[John had just died, as well, but he'll leave out mentioning that. Or the anomaly that looked like a woman he'd fallen in love with who'd killed him the first time.]
Our food situation wasn't quite as dire, maybe, just inconvenient. There were a few places that dispensed food. Junk stuff at the convenience store, cafeteria food at the elementary school. Supposedly there was a grocery store with proper food, but I never made it there. Too far out of the way for everything else.
Best,
John