dakfire and I have been collabing on some Sherlock genfic sort of stuff. I would say it's RPing but we worked it all out ahead of time and we ambush each other with it at random. Maybe 'spontaneous fic acting-out'?
I probably should post this over at
owlofowls instead but oh well. OH WELL.
This is what we did when I woke up this morning:
[13:42] Dakfire: sherlock
[13:42] poto_heart: what, john
[13:42] Dakfire: why is there a puppy at the apartment?
[13:42] poto_heart: it's for a case.
[13:42] Dakfire: ...
[13:43] Dakfire: why was it suspended by its hind feet in the middle of the living room?
[13:43] poto_heart: it's for a case.
[13:44] poto_heart: you didn't take it down, did you?
[13:44] Dakfire: ...
[13:44] Dakfire: where did you get the dog sher?
[13:45] poto_heart: the shelter, obviously. where else does one procure cheap dogs
[13:45] Dakfire: sher...
[13:46] Dakfire: what did you feed the dog, its not responding
[13:46] poto_heart: is it breathing?
[13:46] Dakfire: ...kind of...
[13:46] poto_heart: fantastic, i have to phone lestrade
[13:47] poto_heart: alright, that's another case solved...you can get rid of it
[13:47] Dakfire: ...
[13:47] Dakfire: just pick up some dog food on your way home
[13:48] Dakfire: ... where are you anyway?
[13:48] poto_heart: getting shot at
[13:48] poto_heart: i might be a bit late
[13:48] Dakfire: and your taking the time to talk to me?!
[13:49] poto_heart: you texted me, john
[13:49] poto_heart: that always takes priority
[13:49] Dakfire: the dogs staying sher
[13:49] poto_heart: don't be ridiculous, what would we need a dog for
[13:50] Dakfire: because it was my birthday last week and i got nothimg
[13:50] Dakfire: it's... hold on a sec
[13:50] Dakfire: HE is staying
[13:50] poto_heart: i took the small instestines out of the fridge so you could keep a cake int here if you so wished
[13:51] poto_heart: it is not my fault you were under the impression that i would buy you a cake
[13:51] poto_heart: dogs pee on the floor, you know, john
[13:51] Dakfire: so do you sher
[13:52] poto_heart: someone might be allergic
[13:52] poto_heart: people are sometimes
[13:52] poto_heart: and that was for an experiment and you know it
[13:52] Dakfire: we could use another set of ears
[13:53] Dakfire: what if were out and some one trys to sneak up in mrs. H again
[13:53] poto_heart: what on earth would the dog do, bark at them
[13:54] Dakfire: we could train him to be a tracking dog
[13:54] Dakfire: for when your to tired to get out of the apartment
[13:54] Dakfire: or dressed for that matter
[13:55] poto_heart: why would we need a dog for that, i have you
[13:55] poto_heart: besides, have you looked at the dog, john, it is a pit bull mix, it is not a tracking dog.
[13:56] Dakfire: look dont make me say it sher
[13:56] poto_heart: say what, john
[13:57] Dakfire: I WANT the dog
[13:57] Dakfire: I like him okay
[13:57] Dakfire: sometimes when your off pretending to be dead
[13:57] Dakfire: i need company
[13:58] poto_heart: i suppose your sister is too drunk to provide you with such
[13:58] poto_heart: alright, you may keep the dog
[13:58] Dakfire: good, pick up some dog food on the way homr
[13:59] Dakfire: I'll buy the rest tomrrow
[13:59] poto_heart: that would be impossible, i think at the rate i'm bleeding the shopkeep would be rather alarmed
[13:59] Dakfire: ....
[13:59] poto_heart: also, please have your suturing kit prepared, i
[13:59] poto_heart: 'll be home soon
AND LATER.
[16:44] Dakfire: Sherlock
[16:44] poto_heart: what john, i am in hte middle of an experiment
[16:44] Dakfire: is that where gladstone is then?
[16:45] poto_heart: yes and no
[16:45] poto_heart: he is assisting me
[16:45] poto_heart: but i have not injected him with anything
[16:46] Dakfire: that was oddly spacific...
[16:46] poto_heart: did you know he weighs precisely 25.384 pounds?
[16:46] poto_heart: i think you have been feeding him too much
[16:47] Dakfire: no, Mrs. H has been sneaking him all sorts of things
[16:47] poto_heart: he is not her dog
[16:48] poto_heart: she should not be sneaking him anything
[16:48] poto_heart: you should have a talk with her about that
[16:48] Dakfire: why do i have too?
[16:48] poto_heart: because i am in the middle of an experiment john, do keep up
[16:48] Dakfire: ...
[16:48] Dakfire: your afraid of her reaction arent you?
[16:49] poto_heart: why on earth would i be afraid of mrs hudson
[16:49] Dakfire: ha!
[16:49] Dakfire: you are!
[16:49] poto_heart: i am not, i just sometimes find it prudent to avoid her anger
[16:50] Dakfire: just what are you doing to my dog any way?
[16:50] poto_heart: i am not doing anything to him
[16:50] poto_heart: he is weighing down a land mine to prevent it from exploding in our kitchen
[16:51] Dakfire: ...
[16:51] Dakfire: okay im going to come home now
[16:51] Dakfire: when i get back i exspect everything to be cleaned uo
[16:51] poto_heart: i would really prefer if you waited until i have successfully deactivated the mine
[16:51] poto_heart: this requires a lot of concentration, john
[16:51] Dakfire: then you better hurry
[16:52] Dakfire: oh and next time you take gladston, do tell me
[16:52] poto_heart: he isn't just your dog, john
[16:52] poto_heart: i'm the one who brought him home, he's our dog
[16:53] Dakfire: who does he sleep with?
[16:54] poto_heart: he slept with me the other day
[16:54] poto_heart: well
[16:54] poto_heart: near me
[16:54] Dakfire: who feeds him
[16:54] poto_heart: i gave him a biscuit once
[16:54] Dakfire: who nurses him back to helth after you inject him with god knows what?
[16:54] poto_heart: he respects me more
[16:54] Dakfire: ...
[16:55] Dakfire: didn't he piss on you the otherday?
[16:55] poto_heart: i thought we agreed not to bring htat up
[16:55] poto_heart: ever.
[16:55] Dakfire: no you agreed while I was out
[16:56] poto_heart: well you weren't being very agreeable, you were laughing at me
[16:56] poto_heart: so of course i waited until you were out
[16:57] Dakfire: what ever im around the corner, is that bomb gone yet?
[16:57] poto_heart: it is probably safe
WE MAY BE ENJOYING OURSELVES TOO MUCH
There's also the texting debacle, which started things off, but my phone is currently dead so. Basically summary is, I woke up grumpy (at school); cheered myself up by texting her thusly:
'Wrong
SH'
We texted back and forth a bit, but John quickly figured out that I was Moriarty and had Sherlock's phone and thus probably Sherlock. We arranged a hostage exchange involving pizza and uh, sexual favors. Meta revealed one of the best quotes from her thus far:
"Sherlock doesn't send texts, he issues orders."