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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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Feb 8th, So an Emu Walks into the Infirmary....

[pineapplesalmon]

There's an emu. It's walking into the Infirmary. And its head might have a hair style moderately similar to César's. It looks around, its head perks up a bit at spotting Watson, and then it quickly walks over towards him.

[lightconductor]

Watson glances up, double-takes, and leaps to his feet. By this point he really should be prepared for anything, but "sudden emu" is not really on the list of things he thinks is likely.

"What the devil!" He lifts his cane, prepared to wield it like a weapon.

Feb 14th, Valentine's Day

[pineapplesalmon]

[Oops, César has a gift bag from one of the shops. At least it's a small one. It gets deposited in Watson's lap.]

For Valentine's Day.

[It's a small gift. Rose lapel pins in red and ivory as well as burgundy rose of a different design that matches an ascot. Everything is still not okay, and it won't be for some time, but... he's not going to entirely skip Valentine's Day, even if it is an overly commercialized holiday, now.]

Feb 18th, before Number 6 can start nagging

[pineapplesalmon]

César can let himself in the room now, to put that on official record. But he's long since settled in for the hour, reading a book on the couch with his home cell phone on the coffee table.

It turns 2pm, and a reminder "John diciembre" quietly pops up on the screen. He made sure this one didn't vibrate so that it wouldn't attract attention. Unfortunately, that means he misses it entirely.

[lightconductor]

The notification catches his eye, and he looks over almost automatically. Not that he means to pry, exactly, but he does notice. For a moment, he frowns, not quite sure how to interpret that. His Spanish is next to nonexistent, but he can make a good guess at "diciembre."

And that was a month that was... unfortunate.

Watson clears his throat. "Your telephone, César. You seem to have a reminder for me."

Post birthday bowling texting

[ablativeholopleather]

hello sir i think i need your books

[A simple sentence that does not necessarily betray the amount of "oh god oh man" that he is currently feeling.]

[lightconductor]

I am available. Did you want to come by now? - JW

4/6, morning

[pineapplesalmon]

César and Watson are resting in bed. It's a lazy morning. Johnny is nearby or coming back soon, one of those. Watson makes to finally get out of bed, and César rolls over just as he feels him moving. His arm goes around Watson from behind, and he makes a happy little sigh as if he's falling back asleep.

For the record, he isn't.

[lightconductor]

Watson pauses, and he shifts slightly to run his fingers through César's hair. Apparently he's not going anywhere yet.

"How awake are you, love?"

Dead Roommate, June 1st Early Afternoon

[pineapplesalmon]

[ Sent separately to each of his husbands as a result of this incident. ]

I'll be busy helping Peter Smith for a while. Eleanor Lamb died, cause unknown, and I'll be helping lay her to rest in 107 until she revives. Things are under control and no additional help is needed right now, but I wanted you to know.

I love you both, and I'll talk to you later.

[lightconductor]

I am so sorry to hear this. If the situation changes and you do need me, please don't hesitate. - JW

Mid June?

[pineapplesalmon]

César's doing some needlework sitting at the couch. Watson's finished up a bootleg of a Gilbert and Sullivan play that César had on his phone. A good use of the phone's projector and the Bluetooth speaker.

"So that was popular back in your day?" César asks, looking up with twinkling eyes. "Huh. Never heard any of them before."

He's unable to hide a teasing smirk. "It's strange how I just happened to have bootlegs of several of their operas."

[lightconductor]

"To be honest, I ought to stop being surprised by what you have on your phone. You have any number of diversions and information squirrelled away."

Watson stretches a little, after so long sitting. "And yes, it was quite popular, and when we had the money for seats it was a pleasant diversion. Do you know how lucky you are to have all this at your fingertips, whenever you want it?"

After talking to Johnny lol

[meltokios]

Yooooo, Doc!

[ his voice breaks through the silence of the infirmary as he strolls on through the doorway, coming to take the seat closest to watson. volume control? nope! ]

A little birdy told me you might be thinking of going on the next 'excursion'. Could I ask you a little about that?

[lightconductor]

[Watson looks up, eyebrow raised.]

And what little bird would that be? I am, yes. Ask your questions.

Wednesday, July 12th

[pineapplesalmon]

César made tea for him and Watson. He's grinning as he hands Watson's cup and saucer over

"Tea amo, mi osito," César fights off a cackle as he sits down next to him on the couch.

[lightconductor]

Watson looks at the tea, and back at César, mock-outraged.

"Are you quite serious?"

Handwave conversation: Shouji

[pineapplesalmon]

HIGHLIGHTS of what César said:
- Showed Shouji Watson's picture as a "safe adult" if people gave him shit
- Physical appearance description: multiple arms, beefy, wears a mask (but not what's underneath), hair
- Personality description: kind, sensitive, gentle, gives good hugs, uses calm body language to put people at ease (which hurts César's heart a little)
- NOTHING about his past or what's under the mask
- child soldier of some amount

[astrogator]

Peace and prosperity,

You wouldn't happen to have any medical textbooks I could borrow, would you? Temporal point doesn't matter so long as they're from Earth.

- Tayrey

[lightconductor]

I do, in fact. Most of them seem to be from the early 21st century, a bit beyond my time, but they're quite thorough. Were you looking for something in particular? - JW

[freedomsuitsme]

In light of recent events, I've begun to reconsider my more reserved and private stance regarding my medical history. Would you be willing to schedule an appointment?

[lightconductor]

Am at your disposal. Today, if you'd like. - JW

Delivery - a couple of days after Ari leaves the infirmary

[astrogator]

[A box containing a futuristic first aid kit, with most of the contents intact. A small bottle of painkillers and the regenerator to heal scarring are missing, but otherwise it's all there. Dressings, medicines, tools. Anything that might be confusing has a little explanatory label tucked in beside it. There's a note:]

Peace and prosperity

You saved my life. I can't count on being able to return the favor, so I hope you'll accept this instead. You won't find anything else like it on this ship. It's Tradeline standard issue. Fair contract?

- Lieutenant Tayrey

[lightconductor]

A little while later, Ari receives a text:

Fair contract. Thank you. -JW

text

[astrogator]

[sent right in the middle of this!]

MUTINY!

The ship is ours and the rules no longer apply. Try it out right now! They can't stop all of us. Start a fire! Take some goods without a pointless charade! For fun, for freedom, just because you can!

[This is not strictly true, but Ari would love it very much if you caused as much chaos as you possibly can at this precise moment.

Replies to queries or complaints may be limited; Mission Control is very busy right now.]

Before the Dream

[tisnotthehouse]

[A letter delivered by post reads --]

Dr. Watson,

As one of Pumpkin Hollow's full-time physicians, you are entitled to receive a fully operational radio transmitter and receiver set, designed by myself. To receive this radio, simply reply to this letter or call to make an installation appointment, and I will move you to the top of the priority list. If for some reason you do not want a radio, please notify me by post and I will take you off the list. Thank you.

Tarantulas