[ video ]

[notelegrams]

[ there's a rather bashful six year old boy staring at the camera, biting his lip nervously, as if he's about to recite a poem. ]

Mi... mister Ho - Holmes. Says t'sa...ummmm. To... say.

[ He takes a slip of paper from his pocket, unfolds it slowly, then tries to read out the words - ]

Good... af... after.... noon.

[ - then he smiles brightly. ]

Good afternoon. From Mr. Hol... Holmes.



[ ooc: ...worry not, the NPC was not kept up past his curfew! And in case I forget to mark it: Mycroft will be replying to everything in TEXT. He will also be keeping a list of individuals who reply, unless you have something against it ;; ]

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[entangles]

Mr. Holmes, I presume.

[ TEXT ]

[notelegrams]

Thank you, yes.

[ TEXT ]

[entangles]

Generally, parents don't take too well to their children receiving notes from strangers.

[A pause.]

But I understand. Addressing the network— it takes time getting used to.

[ TEXT ]

[notelegrams]

As they say in the parting words to an otherwise sterile letter of dismissal

--

We thank you for your understanding.

[ TEXT ]

[entangles]

[ Strange. ]

Do you have any questions? Anything you'd like to know about the City? [ A beat. ] I'm pretty new myself, but I'm sure I can answer something.

[ TEXT ]

[notelegrams]

Thank you again, yes. What may we expect from the weather?

[ TEXT ]

[entangles]

[ A feeling of unease. Is he hiding something? Suddenly she's in the questioning room. ]

You don't really want to know about the weather.

[ TEXT ]

[notelegrams]

I'm not in the habit of wasting the time of either party with questions of no particular interest.

[ TEXT ]

[entangles]

You've been brought to a pocket dimension, inhabited by people from a number of dimensions. Tomorrow, there could be a curse, one that turns you into a bird.

Looks like it's going to be cold.

[ TEXT ]

[notelegrams]

Dear me, dear me.