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( thoughtformed ) WELCOME to the New Moore social network - January 25th, 2014
25 January 2014 @ 10:52 am
Ms Adler. If you've experienced any particularly grievous injuries over the last couple of years before your arrival here, be prepared to deal with them again. Don't bother with the hospital, obviously, it'll be full of idiots coming in to cry about papercuts and old stove burns.
If not, it would perhaps be in Shinichi's best interest if you looked after him for the next few days. John is -- not well, and I don't -- ggnk --
[ there's a clatter, then the sound of violent choking for several seconds as well as a scratching, as if fingers were being scrabbled over the surface of the phone, until it disconnects and sends the audio. unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Sherlock, the buttons he unintentionally selected were for the public option. ]
If not, it would perhaps be in Shinichi's best interest if you looked after him for the next few days. John is -- not well, and I don't -- ggnk --
[ there's a clatter, then the sound of violent choking for several seconds as well as a scratching, as if fingers were being scrabbled over the surface of the phone, until it disconnects and sends the audio. unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Sherlock, the buttons he unintentionally selected were for the public option. ]
25 January 2014 @ 09:04 pm
Who: Kyon & Haruhi.
What: Totally not a date ending in stabbing. Well, sort of.
When: backdated to Friday evening, Jan 24.
Where: The streets of New Moore.
In Kyon's opinion, any activity which required him to carry a forty-pound backpack probably didn't meet the qualifications of a date, since a pack mule could have played his role just as well. It wasn't entirely clear to him whether they were geocaching, benchmarking, or warchalking at any given moment, but as tired as his shoulders were, the confusion helped to keep his interest alive. Planting clues and prizes for treasure hunts and marking the area with encoded symbols would have been simple enough, but for efficiency's sake, they were also hunting for any secret markings or surveyor's marks left behind by city planners and civil engineers.
So far, the secrets of the city had yet to unravel for them, but the backpack was getting lighter, they were on their second roll of electrical tape, and through vigorous argument, they'd expanded their vocabulary of hobo sign-code by a dozen new invented symbols, meticulously catalogued.
Still, thinking of the confusion and headaches of future scavenger-hunters was enough to give Kyon a happy moment of schadenfreude.
"Hey, Haruhi, what about that alleyway?" He pointed down the narrow, dingy gap between the buildings, a glint in his eye. "If we want to test the courage and moral virtue of knights on quest, somewhere like that should be appropriate, right?"
What: Totally not a date ending in stabbing. Well, sort of.
When: backdated to Friday evening, Jan 24.
Where: The streets of New Moore.
In Kyon's opinion, any activity which required him to carry a forty-pound backpack probably didn't meet the qualifications of a date, since a pack mule could have played his role just as well. It wasn't entirely clear to him whether they were geocaching, benchmarking, or warchalking at any given moment, but as tired as his shoulders were, the confusion helped to keep his interest alive. Planting clues and prizes for treasure hunts and marking the area with encoded symbols would have been simple enough, but for efficiency's sake, they were also hunting for any secret markings or surveyor's marks left behind by city planners and civil engineers.
So far, the secrets of the city had yet to unravel for them, but the backpack was getting lighter, they were on their second roll of electrical tape, and through vigorous argument, they'd expanded their vocabulary of hobo sign-code by a dozen new invented symbols, meticulously catalogued.
Still, thinking of the confusion and headaches of future scavenger-hunters was enough to give Kyon a happy moment of schadenfreude.
"Hey, Haruhi, what about that alleyway?" He pointed down the narrow, dingy gap between the buildings, a glint in his eye. "If we want to test the courage and moral virtue of knights on quest, somewhere like that should be appropriate, right?"