(no subject)
This time he's ready for it. This time he's prepared for that odd little shift in light or gravity or what have you that makes this place manifest in the stead of his study. Or his kitchen. Or the ruddy anatomy laboratory. This time, it will not get the better of him.
Which is, of course, why his head is down over his mobile when he loses signal. He stops in the middle of the floor for a moment, watching the acquiring signal icon flash, his thumbs hovering over the keypad.
A rat tugs on his pant leg, and chitters a brief message.
"Bollocks."
Right. A book it is, and a cup of tea. Enforced relaxation, Mycroft would call it. Therapeutic.
He sneers at the very thought.
[ooc: subject to sporadic slows, open till he EPs again ]
Which is, of course, why his head is down over his mobile when he loses signal. He stops in the middle of the floor for a moment, watching the acquiring signal icon flash, his thumbs hovering over the keypad.
A rat tugs on his pant leg, and chitters a brief message.
"Bollocks."
Right. A book it is, and a cup of tea. Enforced relaxation, Mycroft would call it. Therapeutic.
He sneers at the very thought.
[ooc: subject to sporadic slows, open till he EPs again ]