Delivery, delivery
Who: Sherlock Holmes (Victorian) yes_mother_hen , aaaaand...YOU!
What: Holmes is going door-to-door asking you if you want to take care of this harpy baby instead of him. He is the worst surrogate mother ever.
When: Whenever today!
Where: On the Thor, of course!
Warnings: Holmes being a douche as usual, and if he likes you enough he'll probably intrude upon your space and talk about FEELINGS idek...
[Holmes has long since given up on getting a job for the month that he actually wants to have. Not that he's exactly pining to sign up for jobs every month-- he misses when he could sit in his flat at 221B and wait for cases to come to him, losing himself in Bohemian fancies and smoking his pipe without the constant interruption of his time from one alien employer or another. Thankfully, there are things on the ship that strike his fancy, from all the futuristic technologies to the innovations that he's never even contemplated before, which all alleviate his fits of lethargy and pull him out of his bleaker moods.
But still.
Being a surrogate mother to a mythical creature was. A bit much.
So, after a few days of having the screeching animal ruin everything (absolutely everything), Holmes decides that enough is enough. Surely someone in this ship is better suited towards the handling of obnoxious wailing harpies than he is.
So here he is, knocking on doors, offering a fussy harpy baby to the inhabitant of the room.]
What: Holmes is going door-to-door asking you if you want to take care of this harpy baby instead of him. He is the worst surrogate mother ever.
When: Whenever today!
Where: On the Thor, of course!
Warnings: Holmes being a douche as usual, and if he likes you enough he'll probably intrude upon your space and talk about FEELINGS idek...
[Holmes has long since given up on getting a job for the month that he actually wants to have. Not that he's exactly pining to sign up for jobs every month-- he misses when he could sit in his flat at 221B and wait for cases to come to him, losing himself in Bohemian fancies and smoking his pipe without the constant interruption of his time from one alien employer or another. Thankfully, there are things on the ship that strike his fancy, from all the futuristic technologies to the innovations that he's never even contemplated before, which all alleviate his fits of lethargy and pull him out of his bleaker moods.
But still.
Being a surrogate mother to a mythical creature was. A bit much.
So, after a few days of having the screeching animal ruin everything (absolutely everything), Holmes decides that enough is enough. Surely someone in this ship is better suited towards the handling of obnoxious wailing harpies than he is.
So here he is, knocking on doors, offering a fussy harpy baby to the inhabitant of the room.]