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[workaphilic]

[ Private ]

CD16; pp. 42 - 88, Figure 3, Appendix D
CS01; pp. 13 - 16
JM02; p. 1

(52, 11) ; (145, 78) ; (13, 2)

Shouldn't have Stupid to assume

Won't happen again.

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[ Members of the Clinic Staff Who Are Not John ]

[written in clean, precise letters:]

Seems your treatment is performing decently enough. [That's the closest to a "thank you" any of you are going to get. Take the win!] That said, keep me up to date if any side effects present themselves.

Also: If any of you have extraneous notes and/or observations about the creatures, I'd like to see them.

SH

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[There's the thoughtful tapping of a capped pen against the page, and then he dictates. Just recently confirmed what he already suspected. Might as well share.

His tone is calm, even, detached.]

Paradisa has seen fit to send Mycroft Holmes back where he came from, for those that knew him.

And those that didn't, I suppose. The distinction never did matter very much.

Comments

[blabs]

[ nudge is feeling pretty mopey, as she flips through the journal. she stops on this page, because she knows she recognises this voice. she sticks out her tongue at the page, just because, and would move on, except something catches her attention. dictated; ]

Holmes?

[workaphilic]

[Oh. Hello! He'd be a little bit more excited if today already didn't suck balls.

Crisply:]

That's what I said, yes.

[blabs]

[ sucky moods must be going around. :< ]

Isn't that your last name too?

[ never mind that she's not supposed to know that, shh. ]

[workaphilic]

[Whatever, he appreciates test subjects people who know how to do their research.]

So it is.

[blabs]

[ wheeze. ]

So that guy was your dad or your brother or your son or your cousin?

[workaphilic]

My brother, if you must know. There, is your curiosity sated?

[blabs]

[ she sounds genuinely incredulous. ]

How can you sound so calm if your brother just went home?

[workaphilic]

It's no great loss to me.

[blabs]

But... he's your brother.

[ YOU SHOULD BE SAD. AND UPSET. TEARS ARE AN OPTION TOO. ]

Is this like some macho bottling up your feelings thing??

[workaphilic]

No.

[Well. Kind of.]

He's a nuisance, and now he's gone. I'll have to deal with him again when I'm sent back, might as well enjoy the reprieve while I have it.

[blabs]

All brothers are annoying! It's like, a fact of brother-life! That doesn't mean you--

[ she huffs as she cuts herself off. ]

And you might be stuck here for a super long time! What if you don't see him for years?

[workaphilic]

All the better.

[blabs]

[ it may seem as if she's getting irrationally upset over this, and maybe she is. SHE JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS, OKAY. ]

What's wrong with you?

[workaphilic]

Absolutely nothing.

[And then his tone changes, shifts from blank and disinterested to something a little more curious. He's done talking about himself.]

You, on the other hand, seem very invested in my family life. Now why is that?

[blabs]

[ she's taken slightly off-guard by the subject change. ]

I'm not invested in your family life! Anyone would be weirded out by how much you... don't care. Or pretend not to care, whatever.

[workaphilic]

Doesn't affect you, does it, whatever qualms I may have with my brother. And yet here you are, interrogating away.

[blabs]

[ ffftttt. you know what, she will actually just close the journal rn!!! really harshly!!!

what about that!

bye. ]

[workaphilic]

[Oh, hey, been a while since he's had the journal slammed on him. Almost forgot what it felt like!

Too bad it's not really all that fun this time.]