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. ))

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[tailorable]

[ it sounds like science fiction, but there are plenty of people in his life now would term it the same way. small multiverse, indeed.

his answering beam is enough to communicate me, too. ]

You got a job like the one you had at home, yeah? [ hard for someone to pick up medicine upon arriving on this planet, after all. ] I've seen you broadcasting about the Sanctuary, so I just assumed Doctor, but...

[ but he doesn't exactly know, apart from Peggy describing him as a medical professional. ]

[enarms]

[ ah. the job always comes up, and he's close to the point that he can't be bothered to be awkward about it, but - hm. ]

Sort of. I'm the in-house doctor at Shades Darker.

[ army surgeon to occasional GP to brothel doctor, funny how these things go. for now, he doesn't bother to clarify that he also occupied a slightly less medically-motivated position back home - in a minute, maybe. ]

[tailorable]

[ trying not to snicker, but he's only a Lad... ]

Don't tell me you're living that reality show where people go to A&E with all kinds of shit stuck up their arses.

[enarms]

[ God. on the plus side, it could definitely have been worse. he's laughing, it's fine. ]

Thankfully, no. Definitely had my fill of that working A&E. The good thing about working at a brothel is everybody already knows how to have sex safely. [ John drains the rest of his first glass, pushes it across the bar for an easy collect. ] Mostly I'm patching up the messes the security staff make of the punters who push their luck.

[tailorable]

[ just in time for the second round, Watson. the two glasses arrive, and Eggsy immediately lifts his pint with his left hand. ]

Least it isn't boring, then. [ unlike being a typical doctor, maybe. he leans forward in obvious interest. ] What's the wildest shit you've seen working there?

[ sounds like there are some savage fights. ]

[enarms]

[ it's better than a GP surgery job any day, that's for sure. huh, though - the question gives him pause. John takes a second to pluck a particularly good one out of the memory banks—

huffs a close-mouthed laugh. got it. ]

Still to this day don't know exactly what happened to start it all, but I walked out of my office to one of the models haring down the corridor wielding a [ - ahem - ] cat-o-nine-tails. Usually recreational, not so much that day. Got a good few lashes in on this arsehole before security turned up.