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stillhastrustissues) wrote2012-07-17 06:35 am
stillhastrustissues) wrote2012-07-17 06:35 am
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July 16th
It's been a long time since I typed up anything like this, of course. I haven't done up this sort of post since arriving on Atia in January, and I know the Baskerville case was just before that in London. I might have to redo some of the old case blogs over this network someday. Haven't really put anything out since then, even though I was back in London for a few months recently. It either takes time I haven't got or effort I can't be bothered with.
A lot's happened since January. I suppose anyone could say that for technically... nine months? But at least there's no one to let down but myself taking that long.
Sherlock and I picked a flat- obviously, as he'd probably say, considering we've been living there since not long after I talked about it in January. The two of us, Molly, Irene Adler and Megamind for a while. I spent five months here on Atia, and most of the details there's not much point in taking down anymore now. People went home and came back, or just went home and have stayed there for the time being. I worked at the hospital, everyone powered through curses when they turned up, Sherlock and I got closely acquainted with the forest. To anybody who's been considering exploring it on their own: DON'T. That forest is dangerous and you will get lost. And getting by in there until you happen to find the way back out isn't easy. If you wake up in there without choosing to walk in on your own, I wish you the best of luck.
The island also fell in for a curse having to do with living dreams, which I won't be detailing. It was a very unique experience, I'll stick with that.
For the most part, though, things tended to be quiet. It was really grating on his nerves, I could tell. Not sure if I could completely blame him for it. Needing a shag every other week to survive somehow manages to become something routine and expected with enough time. We've got a distinct (and appreciated) lack of a criminal underworld to be concerned with, consistently good weather and steady sources of income.
Things really only got hairy when people started getting their powers back. That was an uncomfortable experience all around. Some of it was actually really fascinating to observe. If so many people hadn't gone straight for trying to sink the island with everyone on it, that week might have been mostly nice. With the exception of my getting possessed. It's not something I would recommend to anybody, obviously. A bit like sleep paralysis, if anyone reading has ever seen their share of that. Being completely awake but having nothing happen when you try to move for yourself. The incident was handled as best as it could be (Molly and Rapunzel were particularly incredible), and a disturbing video was still made at the end of the day, but I suppose at this point the past is the past. It happened, it was brought to an end, Atia realized that completely freeing up a group of people with supernatural abilities and a grudge was in bad taste and that got brought to an end as well. We were lucky not to get killed in the process.
And then another curse came along eventually. I woke up convinced I was married to both my flatmates. That's about all there is to say on that matter, I'm pretty sure it's self explanatory. Very interesting, very unsettling, very unusual.
Sherlock did something unbelievably stupid after it had ended. One in a long, long list of stupid things he's done. Molly and I did what we could, but I'd still just like to hit him, to be honest.
Wasn't too long after that that I wound up in London again, actually. From the middle of something I'm not quite at liberty to discuss to the middle of something that I won't be summarizing in detail. Putting it simply... something happened that I hadn't been remotely expecting, and all of Sherlock's unusual moods suddenly made much more sense on my return.I almost wish I hadn't learned the reasoning. Surprise, surprise, one more thing to be angry with him about. Maybe that bit's just inevitable.
Still, getting back to Atia was almost a relief from what I came in from. Naturally, this meant I got back in the middle of a bloody epidemic we couldn't cure, but it was at least good to have something to focus on. Nearly lost Sherlock to that one. Nearly lost a lot of people, really. I'd imagine we did lose a few, looking back; I tried to keep up with the network and see what was happening where, but I was a little preoccupied at the time, only heard about one or two. There was a lot of work to be done. The whole affair was an unfortunate one, but people seem to have recovered quite nicely: I'm hoping we never have to see a repeat.
Most recent bit of news; I may or may not have put in for a favor from the goddess. Probably strange to actually miss the skull from the mantelpiece enough to barter for it that way, but I've had plenty of time to get used to being strange. Not disclosing details on what the deal was, but I will say that the skull is meshing quite nicely with the new lifestyle. And oddest of all, Sherlock actually expressed gratitude for the trouble.
It's not often I can get him to thank me for nearly anything. Not even when he was drunk and trying to be a dance instructor.
Anyway, that's the past few months more or less caught up, sparing a lot of unnecessary and immature details, not to mention the height of all bastard behavior out of Sherlock Holmes. Be grateful for that?
I'd probably trade for the ignorance right about now. Might make things less quiet. I ended my last blog on this island certain that things would turn out all right soon. It's a little odd to imagine ending this one the same way. More accurately, I think things are going to be difficult and complicated, and we'll all just have to do our best to get through it.
Cheers.
A lot's happened since January. I suppose anyone could say that for technically... nine months? But at least there's no one to let down but myself taking that long.
Sherlock and I picked a flat- obviously, as he'd probably say, considering we've been living there since not long after I talked about it in January. The two of us, Molly, Irene Adler and Megamind for a while. I spent five months here on Atia, and most of the details there's not much point in taking down anymore now. People went home and came back, or just went home and have stayed there for the time being. I worked at the hospital, everyone powered through curses when they turned up, Sherlock and I got closely acquainted with the forest. To anybody who's been considering exploring it on their own: DON'T. That forest is dangerous and you will get lost. And getting by in there until you happen to find the way back out isn't easy. If you wake up in there without choosing to walk in on your own, I wish you the best of luck.
The island also fell in for a curse having to do with living dreams, which I won't be detailing. It was a very unique experience, I'll stick with that.
For the most part, though, things tended to be quiet. It was really grating on his nerves, I could tell. Not sure if I could completely blame him for it. Needing a shag every other week to survive somehow manages to become something routine and expected with enough time. We've got a distinct (and appreciated) lack of a criminal underworld to be concerned with, consistently good weather and steady sources of income.
Things really only got hairy when people started getting their powers back. That was an uncomfortable experience all around. Some of it was actually really fascinating to observe. If so many people hadn't gone straight for trying to sink the island with everyone on it, that week might have been mostly nice. With the exception of my getting possessed. It's not something I would recommend to anybody, obviously. A bit like sleep paralysis, if anyone reading has ever seen their share of that. Being completely awake but having nothing happen when you try to move for yourself. The incident was handled as best as it could be (Molly and Rapunzel were particularly incredible), and a disturbing video was still made at the end of the day, but I suppose at this point the past is the past. It happened, it was brought to an end, Atia realized that completely freeing up a group of people with supernatural abilities and a grudge was in bad taste and that got brought to an end as well. We were lucky not to get killed in the process.
And then another curse came along eventually. I woke up convinced I was married to both my flatmates. That's about all there is to say on that matter, I'm pretty sure it's self explanatory. Very interesting, very unsettling, very unusual.
Sherlock did something unbelievably stupid after it had ended. One in a long, long list of stupid things he's done. Molly and I did what we could, but I'd still just like to hit him, to be honest.
Wasn't too long after that that I wound up in London again, actually. From the middle of something I'm not quite at liberty to discuss to the middle of something that I won't be summarizing in detail. Putting it simply... something happened that I hadn't been remotely expecting, and all of Sherlock's unusual moods suddenly made much more sense on my return.
Still, getting back to Atia was almost a relief from what I came in from. Naturally, this meant I got back in the middle of a bloody epidemic we couldn't cure, but it was at least good to have something to focus on. Nearly lost Sherlock to that one. Nearly lost a lot of people, really. I'd imagine we did lose a few, looking back; I tried to keep up with the network and see what was happening where, but I was a little preoccupied at the time, only heard about one or two. There was a lot of work to be done. The whole affair was an unfortunate one, but people seem to have recovered quite nicely: I'm hoping we never have to see a repeat.
Most recent bit of news; I may or may not have put in for a favor from the goddess. Probably strange to actually miss the skull from the mantelpiece enough to barter for it that way, but I've had plenty of time to get used to being strange. Not disclosing details on what the deal was, but I will say that the skull is meshing quite nicely with the new lifestyle. And oddest of all, Sherlock actually expressed gratitude for the trouble.
It's not often I can get him to thank me for nearly anything. Not even when he was drunk and trying to be a dance instructor.
Anyway, that's the past few months more or less caught up, sparing a lot of unnecessary and immature details, not to mention the height of all bastard behavior out of Sherlock Holmes. Be grateful for that?
I'd probably trade for the ignorance right about now. Might make things less quiet. I ended my last blog on this island certain that things would turn out all right soon. It's a little odd to imagine ending this one the same way. More accurately, I think things are going to be difficult and complicated, and we'll all just have to do our best to get through it.
Cheers.