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consultantsdoctor) wrote2013-02-06 05:16 am
consultantsdoctor) wrote2013-02-06 05:16 am
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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. ]
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. ]
food. [ such is life. ]
can still see everyone and i'm not glued to someone's personal space though. just to count my blessings.
can still see everyone and i'm not glued to someone's personal space though. just to count my blessings.
clever.
If you need anything just ring me. I'll keep Sherlock out of your hair.
If you need anything just ring me. I'll keep Sherlock out of your hair.
[ P A U S E. Wow he just really hates that expression right now. ]
i'm a really clever bloke is all.
cheers. if something urgent turns up you know where to find me
i'm a really clever bloke is all.
cheers. if something urgent turns up you know where to find me
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.
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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.
[Not his fault. HE DOESN'T KNOW.]
Or at least how to ring you.
Or at least how to ring you.
How long have you been having them and how frequent are they?
You've got the darkness burns then? Try putting some cold water in a bucket, make sure it's clean if you've got burns on your hands. Ball your hands into fists and open and close them repeatedly. It should have the affect of a cold compress on your head without giving you more burns.
If that doesn't work also try tapping your temple three times, three taps to your shoulder, then the inside of your wrist in the same manner. Repeat as necessary.
If that doesn't work also try tapping your temple three times, three taps to your shoulder, then the inside of your wrist in the same manner. Repeat as necessary.
CONTACT: sherlock.holmes@compass.net
MESSAGE:
Conan is injured
Hold 1 near the container
Not sure if he made it in
SH
MESSAGE:
Conan is injured
Hold 1 near the container
Not sure if he made it in
SH
What?
What happened? You didn't just leave him, did you?
What happened? You didn't just leave him, did you?
Had to be elsewhere
Two/three broken bones. Heavy bruising at the very least.
Can only offer retrospective estimate
Please come.
SH
Two/three broken bones. Heavy bruising at the very least.
Can only offer retrospective estimate
Please come.
SH
[After his run-in with Ivan it doesn't take much to be suspicious. Though John isn't fond of being suspicious of his best mate.]
Where are you?
Where are you?
Go to Hold 1.
SH
[not exactly making it difficult to be suspicious of him, really. all he wishes is for the doctor to cease interrogation and do as he was told. the last thing he needs is to be set off by a text message, of all things.]
SH
[not exactly making it difficult to be suspicious of him, really. all he wishes is for the doctor to cease interrogation and do as he was told. the last thing he needs is to be set off by a text message, of all things.]
I'm going.
Tell me where you are.
[John will keep out his attack of this particular conversation. He's already been healed anyway.]
Tell me where you are.
[John will keep out his attack of this particular conversation. He's already been healed anyway.]
Hold 2
SH
[the glaring neon Do Not Disturb clung to the end of the message goes without typing.]
SH
[the glaring neon Do Not Disturb clung to the end of the message goes without typing.]
[ 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.
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.
[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).]
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).]
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. ]
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. ]
[The news of her good health is very wonderful. They haven't had many interactions when she wasn't in need of medical attention so to have one when she's feeling better than she has is brilliant. Knowing that she was close by was also a bit comforting, it wouldn't take long to get to her if she was in trouble. So when she comes knocking, John opens one of the doors to the container and steps out.]
Good day, Ms. Stone. Glad to see you in good health.
I'd invite you in but we've a bit of a crowded house at the moment. [Adding a fifth person makes it very tight inside. He looks down at the bottle in her hands, an obvious gift and honestly -- she didn't have to.]
Good day, Ms. Stone. Glad to see you in good health.
I'd invite you in but we've a bit of a crowded house at the moment. [Adding a fifth person makes it very tight inside. He looks down at the bottle in her hands, an obvious gift and honestly -- she didn't have to.]
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