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[HELLO EXSILIUM IT IS A WONDERFUL DAY. Absolute shame you can’t see it because the only thing visible on the screen is a close up of a tortoise’s butt slowly wiggling across the screen as Clyde plods along. You’re welcome. However, sound still works and you can clearly hear a British man (Sherlock) speaking.]
--don’t quite feel like drawing it out today.
[So, dear Exsilium, even though you can’t see it (and be thankful you can’t), a rather scantily clad lady of the night is straddling Sherlock with a riding crop clenched between her teeth since she’s using her hands to unhook the bra she’s wearing before tossing it aside just as the sound of someone else entering the room occurs.]
Sherlock are you -
[Unfortunately, it’s tossed aside just as the door opens and Joan enters the room. Also unfortunately for Joan, the bra smacks her right in the face.
Clearly this lady of the night has very good aim.
Cue the silence, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, and have some wiggling Clyde butt as well.]
...Really? Really?
Hello, Watson. Care to join us?
[There’s a considerably frosty silence that occurs until there’s sounds of someone picking up their clothes.]
I’ll come back next time, unless you feel like paying extra.
[The sound of heels clicking against the hardwood clatter past, but not before pausing, and there’s a partial image of a manicured hand plucking a very lacey bra that’s hanging from Joan’s crooked finger visible between the gaps the tortoise butt is leaving as he makes his way across the communicator. HOOKER OUT.]
I mean, really I shouldn’t be surprised anymore but that was not what I expected when you gave me a duplicate of your house key -
[There’s the sound of a chair being shifted as he shuffles back to where he’s got his lockpick so he can free himself.]
I’m sure you’ve noticed the people’s less than enthusiastic response to us here following that incident last month. I believe sex workers are the key to rebuilding positive relations.
I’m going to stop you right there because I am not having this conversation with you. In fact, I’m just going to leave.
[Whether or not this conversation is going to continue doesn’t matter as by this point, Clyde has made his journey over the screen and kicks the communicator to the ground. You can now see Joan standing in front of Sherlock while he sits handcuffed to a chair, shirtless. Both of them turn to look at the source of the noise and Joan shuffles over to check it out.]
Sherlock -- !
[There’s a look of horror on her face as she realises what just happened and then the feed cuts out.]
[ooc: red is Sherlock, blue is Joan and black is the hooker. Sherlock and Joan will both be replying to the posts, unless you’d just like a specific one! Just wait for Sherlock to pick his handcuffs.]
--don’t quite feel like drawing it out today.
[So, dear Exsilium, even though you can’t see it (and be thankful you can’t), a rather scantily clad lady of the night is straddling Sherlock with a riding crop clenched between her teeth since she’s using her hands to unhook the bra she’s wearing before tossing it aside just as the sound of someone else entering the room occurs.]
Sherlock are you -
[Unfortunately, it’s tossed aside just as the door opens and Joan enters the room. Also unfortunately for Joan, the bra smacks her right in the face.
Clearly this lady of the night has very good aim.
Cue the silence, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, and have some wiggling Clyde butt as well.]
...Really? Really?
Hello, Watson. Care to join us?
[There’s a considerably frosty silence that occurs until there’s sounds of someone picking up their clothes.]
I’ll come back next time, unless you feel like paying extra.
[The sound of heels clicking against the hardwood clatter past, but not before pausing, and there’s a partial image of a manicured hand plucking a very lacey bra that’s hanging from Joan’s crooked finger visible between the gaps the tortoise butt is leaving as he makes his way across the communicator. HOOKER OUT.]
I mean, really I shouldn’t be surprised anymore but that was not what I expected when you gave me a duplicate of your house key -
[There’s the sound of a chair being shifted as he shuffles back to where he’s got his lockpick so he can free himself.]
I’m sure you’ve noticed the people’s less than enthusiastic response to us here following that incident last month. I believe sex workers are the key to rebuilding positive relations.
I’m going to stop you right there because I am not having this conversation with you. In fact, I’m just going to leave.
[Whether or not this conversation is going to continue doesn’t matter as by this point, Clyde has made his journey over the screen and kicks the communicator to the ground. You can now see Joan standing in front of Sherlock while he sits handcuffed to a chair, shirtless. Both of them turn to look at the source of the noise and Joan shuffles over to check it out.]
Sherlock -- !
[There’s a look of horror on her face as she realises what just happened and then the feed cuts out.]
[ooc: red is Sherlock, blue is Joan and black is the hooker. Sherlock and Joan will both be replying to the posts, unless you’d just like a specific one! Just wait for Sherlock to pick his handcuffs.]
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[And no, Joan. Sorry. He's already found it. There's no returning it.]
And you must be Watson.