[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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[text]

[threelivesdown]

Do tell.

I'm fascinated. Tell me more.

No. Really. I actually care.

Were you expecting that this place would leave you alone?

You are aware that it is the middle of the night, right?

Pause.

Do you want to get a drink?

[text]

[imperial_long]

To whom are you addressing your strongly worded letter, Mr. Holmes?