[text: everyone] ch-ch-ch-changes

[infinitelystranger]

My flat was on a tram line before. -SH

Late at night, not long after 3AM or so, everyone in Taxon receives a text message notification. It seems someone's come out of his pause-glitch-induced reverie. But it's not his sense of time he's worried about or the foggy memories of disturbing, frog-on-the-dissection-table dreams, apparently: at least, not right now and not that he feels like broadcasting to Taxon. No. What Sherlock Holmes is spamming the rest of Taxon with right now is:

It was at the juncture of two tram lines, as a matter of fact. -SH

It's moved. -SH

Not showing any signs of letting up.

I'm not anywhere near any tram lines. -SH

I would never have chosen this flat. -SH

This is ridiculous. -SH

Consider this a letter of complaint. -SH

Nope.

A STRONGLY WORDED letter. -SH

Do the tablets have a block setting?

Comments

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[imperial_long]

Splendid. Sherlock will wait until a reasonable hour. Well, that's all nicely solved then, and he can go back to sleep.

Excellent. I shall see you then. Good night for now, Mr. Holmes.



...In many respects, Mayland Long is a very intelligent and perceptive person. That said, picking up falsehoods, or omissions, is something better left to one with more experience of human nature. And someone more awake, for that matter.

He puts his tablet back on the nightstand, mutes it, and happily rolls back over onto his massive and sinfully comfortable bed.

[text]

[infinitelystranger]

It's probably good for their relationship, such as it is, that neither of them is all that interested in what the other one is doing when they have something more appealing going on. In Long's case, it's sleep. In Sherlock's it is quite literally adventuring.

Sherlock pockets his own tablet and sets off for some preliminary bad decisionmaking.