[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?

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[location]

[threelivesdown]

She really doesn't care how the science actually works. She's still pissed off about the whole mind controlled and forced to be into girls or plants in Ivy's case, depending on how you want to take it.

"That sucks. I've been there," she says softly.

[location]

[infinitelystranger]

If Sherlock were in Selina's head he might have something to say about people who don't care how the science actually works. He isn't, which is probably a good thing in a number of ways. He lifts his coffee mug up to the light as if noticing it for the first time, then sets it back down carelessly as though he's bored of it. It makes a solid clink against the tabletop, like it's a real, solid thing in a real, solid city. Almost like.

"Well," he says in a curt voice. "Perhaps someday none of us will have to be there again." He stands and taps a few buttons on his bracelet--paying for his coffee, and yes, tipping the Extra waitress, although he still doesn't look happy about it.

"Then again, perhaps not," he says. "Good night, Ms Kyle."

[location]

[threelivesdown]

".....Right."

Selina shakes her head and raises a hand to wave toward him. A soft sigh and she slowly, carefully puts her head down to the top of the table.