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Who: Apt C-2, anyone (especially fellow Apt-Cers)
When: Day 58, night (slightly backdated)
Where: Apt C-2 & hallway
What: MY ~~hovercraft~~ FLAT IS FULL OF EEL

[God knows how this feat was managed, but somehow an intrepid soul has managed to a) kill a 10-foot eel and b) drag the sodding thing back to Apt C-2. Mostly. There's a bit of tail sticking out the open door and into the corridor, which is causing a certain doctor no end of consternation.]

Sherlock!

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[a flash of guilt?]

[a hand on John's shoulder] I know... This place has a way of getting to all of us. I can understand why you would choose that path.

[that shoulder slumps a bit]

I don't regret it. But ... you are right. None of us are alone here.

We might all be stuck here, but at least we're here together.

[trying to keep his tone light]

Now all we have to do is stay together.

The hard part. Maybe we should leash and collar everyone.

[tries to give a reassuring smile]

[that does get a weak smile out of him]

We're right back to belling our cats.

I'll walk your cat if you walk mine?

Deal.

I ... am having difficulty cutting back, now that I've worked up to this. Clinic and warning board and my priest duties and - making Sherlock eat, and all of that.

Edited 2012-07-06 21:22 (UTC)

Well, I can help with the warning board. As for the clinic, I intend to speak to Albinia as well.

As for eating, as long as one of us brings food to the apartment once a day, they should wander over on their own.

[sigh]

Mine won't unless I get on him about it.

I see. [we'll have to work on that] He doesn't drink embalming fluid, does he?

No, and thank god for that. Only cigarettes.

Well, he still has hope then.

I'll match sure to keep an eye on his eating. Any suggestions?

Sit on him bodily until he's had something?

Does ever actually work?

No, but it would be lovely if it did.

[sigh]

I've tried taking meals with him. Leaving notes. And I'd stop there if he weren't still anaemic from the spiders.

[can't repress a little shiver] Don't remind me. I still don't understand how those things keep us alive.

Threats?

He barely notices when I go out, I can't hide his cigarettes, and anything else would be more of a threat for me than him.

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