text, u.n: j.watson

[enarms]

He looks cute but he's a thieving little shit. If you've lost anything small over the last few weeks, sorry. I'll bring it back if you get in touch.

[ is this John Watson, posting photos of his ferret to soothe the masses? it might be. but he also genuinely does have a room full of trinkets that don't belong to him, and there are also a few attached images here of all the things his little tyke of an animal has thieved while John's been otherwise engaged.

(but mostly he's just hanging out with a long fluff, finding it therapeutic and wants to share the feeling - and hey, sooner or later somebody has to get back to pretending nothing's happening and treating the network like a Facebook wall. why not him?) ]

(( ooc: feel free to chime in with "that X in the picture is mine"/"do you have my Y?" etc if you fancy it! basic guidelines are if a ferret could feasibly carry it, this ferret could feasibly have stolen it. ))

Comments

[revlon]

The little rascal's got sticky paws, then? What's the most impressive thing he's made off with?

[enarms]

[ cue a video opening up... it's a video of John's floor. or, more accurately, not of his floor. of a heck of a lot of Stuff cluttering his floor: jewellery of all kinds, coins, bits of paper, clothes, cutlery. and off again. ]

I'll let you know when I've sorted through it.

[ right now, he couldn't say. ]

[revlon]

Good Lord.

[ ... then, possibly an idea: ]

Would you like some help sorting through it?

[enarms]

If you've got three years spare, why not.

[revlon]

I've got just the one hand for now so it may take three years.

[ But she's curious to see if there's anything interesting amongst the bits and bobs. Probably not. But it couldn't hurt. ]

[enarms]

Come on over whenever, we're not busy.

[ John and his ferret... ]

[revlon]

So it's "we" now, is it? I think someone's fond.

[enarms]

Oh shut up. He's alright.

[revlon]

Well, nobody's perfect. And he seems to be a welcome face on the network.

[enarms]

Yeah. I thought he might lift a few spirits, little shit or not.

[revlon]

The same could be said about you.

[enarms]

Was that a jab, Peggy Carter?

[revlon]

If it was?

[enarms]

I'm not sure. I wasn't ready to be attacked like this

[revlon]

I assure you, I meant no such thing. You've both lifted a few spirits.

[enarms]

That's it, backtrack.

[revlon]

Have I been uninvited?

[enarms]

No, but you get the pile emanating the suspicious smell.

[revlon]

The first thing remotely like a joke in weeks and this is what I get.

[enarms]

You reap what you sow. That'll teach you to choose your next joke wisely.

[revlon]

My sense of humour shouldn't have to suffer just because you haven't got one, John.

[ wait for it ]

:)

[enarms]

[ oh my GOD ]

Yeah, that settles it. You get the stench corner

[revlon]

Remind me to tell you about the week I spent in the New York City sewers while I'm at it.

[enarms]

I can't imagine that's a very good story actually.

[revlon]

You aren't in the least bit curious?