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[consultantsdoctor]

greg.lestrade@compass.net (6) [text: sherlock] W16D4 daniel.cross@compass.net (6) [email: headaches] W16D6 sherlock.holmes@compass.net (9) [text: conan] W17D3 alayne.stone@compass.net (3 (9)) [text: visit] W18D4 zelos.wilder@compass.net (33) [text: medical] W22D2 joan.watson@compass.net (20) [text: favor] W22D4 sherlock.holmes@compass.net (5) [text: medical] W22D6 joan.watson@compass.net (4 (~)) [text: talk] W23D3 conan.edogawa@compass.net (8) [text: food] W24D1 first.last@compass.net (~) [text] W?D?

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<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">TO:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">BCC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net, firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">FROM:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">DATE/TIME:</span> Day Twelve, Night. 63:19PM <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">SUBJECT:</span> (no subject) <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> No message.

<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CONTACT:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> <span style="font-family:courier; color:#000000;">text</span>

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week 16, day 4

[consultsdetective]

CONTACT: greg.lestrade@compass.net
MESSAGE: pass along to sherlock that i'm not popping in for a while yeah?
might put a bright spot in his day

[ SUPER CASUAL TEXTING 101. Since it would be unprofessional to just keep radio silence and vanish into the ether and all. Greg can admit it. To himself. ]

[consultantsdoctor]

He'll be thrilled. What did you eat?

[consultsdetective]

food. [ such is life. ]

can still see everyone and i'm not glued to someone's personal space though. just to count my blessings.

[nolonger]

TO: john.watson@compass.net
CC:
BCC:
FROM: daniel.cross@compass.net
DATE/TIME: Week 16, Day 6, Morning. 03:19AM
SUBJECT: headaches

MESSAGE: You said people could contact you day or night.

I don't know any of the doctors on the ship personal. This is kind of a sensitive issue. I need suggestions on how to deal with serious migraines. The usual methods don't work right now.

[consultantsdoctor]

How long have you been having them and how frequent are they?

[nolonger]

Far back as I can remember. They're pretty frequent now. Medication withdrawal. Can't get into dark places right now, either.

Week 17 | Day 3

[inventedconsultant]

CONTACT: sherlock.holmes@compass.net
MESSAGE:
Conan is injured
Hold 1 near the container
Not sure if he made it in

SH

[consultantsdoctor]

What?

What happened? You didn't just leave him, did you?

[inventedconsultant]

Couldn't stay

SH

( x v i i i : d 4 )

[wont]

[ It had been her hope to call upon Doctor Watson while in the clinic so as to surprise him, but Alayne's attempt is foiled by his absence (she had thought to see him there, what with so many falling victim to the sea's latest mood). In the end, she has no choice but to send word to his compass, in the hopes that the message will find him sooner rather than later (she has something for him, after all). ]

CONTACT: alayne.stone@compass.net
MESSAGE:
Dear Doctor Watson,
Are you well?
I had hoped to cross paths with you at the clinic, but was disappointed to see you not counted among the attending doctors tonight.
Would it be possible for me to call upon you?
I do not wish to take but a moment of your time.

— Alayne Stone.

[consultantsdoctor]

[There isn't much use in being in the clinic to deal with sea sickness. Without proper medication for it there is only so much he can do except offer some advice for the nausea. Not to mention that he spent a few good days in the clinic at the beginning of the week treating those who had been injured last week. So day four finds him in one of the containers in hold 1, about to open a bottle of wine for himself when he receives Alayne's text.]

I'm perfectly fine, Ms. Stone.
How are you feeling?
My presence was not required tonight in the clinic so I took the night off.
You are free to call upon me at any time.

[There are directions to Sherlock's container attached (which apparently aren't far from Alayne's).]

[wont]

I am feeling much better after last week's events, doctor, and the week before that.
It seems as though we have been granted some temporary reprieve, for which I am endlessly grateful.
In fact, I find myself in near to full vigor, though my stomach has proven fitful on occasion.
If it is no trouble, I shall call upon you now.
We are nearly neighbors, you and I.

[ Alayne considers it happenstance that Doctor Watson's makeshift quarters are so close to her own. When she visits, it is without her direwolf in tow, the great beast still relegated to her own container to satisfy Alayne's own wariness. The events of the previous week had affected Lady's mood terribly and so she is often left behind whenever Alayne feels she can spare the company.

With her she brings — surprise, surprise — a bottle of wine (the nicest she could salvage amongst the surplus of spirits), swaddled in a spare bit of cloth and tied very prettily with a bow. Not the most original gift, of course, but as good as Alayne can spare given the meager resources.

She knocks once, then goes about arranging the folds of her skirt to look tidy. ]

Week 22 Day 2

[luxuriant]

[It's taken quite a lot of suffering to reach this point, but Zelos finally snaps enough to give it a shot. Through text, that is... He doesn't really feel up to face to face conversation. But maybe something can be figured out.

...Though his message may seem out of the blue. Just slightly.]

CONTACT: zelos.wilder@compass.net
MESSAGE: Headaches, blurred vision, shakiness, some hallucinations, and I'm pretty sure I can usually keep my cool without getting this violent. I thought I'd stop for a day but it's getting worse.

[consultantsdoctor]

[It's not really. Not with everything else going on and he is glad Zelos contacted him about it. Look, he won't even say "I told you so" and be professional about this.]

How many of the syringes have you used?

[luxuriant]

[GOOD. It's appreciated. :'|]

...I wasn't exactly counting. I've been going out every day the past week, and with over a handful of fights each day it's hard to keep track.

[He may have killed someone for one. Just not gonna mention that though.]

( x x i i : d 4 )

[babysit]

CONTACT: joan.watson@compass.net
MESSAGE:
John, it's Joan.
I've got a couple questions and a favor, if you don't mind fielding them.

[consultantsdoctor]

I'm all ears.

week 22, day 6, evening.

[inventedconsultant]

CONTACT: sherlock.holmes@compass.net
MESSAGE:
Severely elevated temperature and resting heart rate, perspiration, chest pain, spasms, impaired speech
Please diagnose

SH

[this is a reassuring text message when who it is referring to is not specified.]

[consultantsdoctor]

[Seriously? He just texts him like nothing's wrong? John actually spends a good deal of time just staring at it.]

It would be easier to diagnose if I could see the patient.

( x x i i i : d 3 : e v e n i n g )

[babysit]

CONTACT: joan.watson@compass.net
MESSAGE:
So. I was hoping we could talk.

[consultantsdoctor]

Cup of tea in the kitchen?

text; week 24; day 01

[consultantsson]

Do you like curry?

[ Bit of an odd text to get from a kid that won't eat much. ]

[consultantsdoctor]

[If this was Sherlock he'd know exactly how to read into this.]

Yes. Why?

text » week 24; day 2

[newblood]

CONTACT: caroline.forbes@compass.net
MESSAGE: i'm pearl's friend.

[ pearl's special vampire friend. ]

text

[consultantsdoctor]

Hello, Ms. Forbes.
I'm in the process of acquiring a couple pints of blood as we speak.

Would you mind me asking a few questions?