Advantage can be found in every situation
Who: Irene Adler and John Watson and Sherlock
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What: Irene... has turned into a cat. For a start, she could use her Doctor to write a note of absence for her work for her. It has progressed into John inviteing Irene to stay at room 6-12a. If they can convince the other roommate that this is a good idea.
When: Monday April 11
Where: The Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic, then room 6-12a
Warnings: Nothing much, I think.
It was a very long walk between her room and the Clinic when one was a cat. And over the intervening time from when she set out to find John, she'd gone through a whole gamut of emotions.
It had started with complete startlement and shock - her throat still felt a bit off from the alarmed scream-yowl she'd given at the discovery. Which was to say, good Lord, she's a cat.
After some time spent recovering the threads of sane thought, she'd then moved to cursing that Aphrodite woman with every breath - she was quite sure of whom to blame for her current state, given the messages on the Guide over the past week. If she came across the woman, she had half a mind to ... claw her ankles. Or something. The lack of proper human hands was quickly becoming a concern.
But then, she became deeply contemplative. Like she had told Miss Possible, when there was no helping the situation it was best to take advantage of it as best one could. So as she turned over some possibilities in her mind, she started to feel a bit more optimistic about the week ahead. It could well be very amusing. And possibly even profitable.
First, however, came certain logistical matters. Like finding food and notifying the theatre that she would be ...ill for while. And seeing as she could not very well use the Guide when she was like this (she could hardly use the thing with proper hands, thank you), she was on her way to one person she could be certain would assist her.
She had been reasonably sure that John would be working at the Clinic at this time, and she was quite pleased to have the confirmation of hearing his voice as she approached. But now, how best to do this? Feeling equally conspicuous yet beneath notice in this form, she slunk along walls and beneath chairs to follow him about. Eventually he entered an office and was alone, so she slipped inside as well.
Positioning herself under the desk where he would not be able to see her immediately she took a deep breath to compose herself.
"John? A moment of your time, if I may?" She grimaced slightly at the voice that came out of her - a cat's mouth was not meant for human speech, but somehow (thankfully) the curse allowed it, albeit a bit small and strange in timbre.
missthewoman, holmes_blogger, whatsolarsystem
What: Irene... has turned into a cat. For a start, she could use her Doctor to write a note of absence for her work for her. It has progressed into John inviteing Irene to stay at room 6-12a. If they can convince the other roommate that this is a good idea.
When: Monday April 11
Where: The Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic, then room 6-12a
Warnings: Nothing much, I think.
It was a very long walk between her room and the Clinic when one was a cat. And over the intervening time from when she set out to find John, she'd gone through a whole gamut of emotions.
It had started with complete startlement and shock - her throat still felt a bit off from the alarmed scream-yowl she'd given at the discovery. Which was to say, good Lord, she's a cat.
After some time spent recovering the threads of sane thought, she'd then moved to cursing that Aphrodite woman with every breath - she was quite sure of whom to blame for her current state, given the messages on the Guide over the past week. If she came across the woman, she had half a mind to ... claw her ankles. Or something. The lack of proper human hands was quickly becoming a concern.
But then, she became deeply contemplative. Like she had told Miss Possible, when there was no helping the situation it was best to take advantage of it as best one could. So as she turned over some possibilities in her mind, she started to feel a bit more optimistic about the week ahead. It could well be very amusing. And possibly even profitable.
First, however, came certain logistical matters. Like finding food and notifying the theatre that she would be ...ill for while. And seeing as she could not very well use the Guide when she was like this (she could hardly use the thing with proper hands, thank you), she was on her way to one person she could be certain would assist her.
She had been reasonably sure that John would be working at the Clinic at this time, and she was quite pleased to have the confirmation of hearing his voice as she approached. But now, how best to do this? Feeling equally conspicuous yet beneath notice in this form, she slunk along walls and beneath chairs to follow him about. Eventually he entered an office and was alone, so she slipped inside as well.
Positioning herself under the desk where he would not be able to see her immediately she took a deep breath to compose herself.
"John? A moment of your time, if I may?" She grimaced slightly at the voice that came out of her - a cat's mouth was not meant for human speech, but somehow (thankfully) the curse allowed it, albeit a bit small and strange in timbre.