WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[dearboswell]

[Watson takes the bottle gladly, Taking a Fucking Sip, Babe.]

How are you this fine evening?

[Said with heavy irony.]

[junosteel]

[take a fucken sip]

I feel like absolute shit. [when doesn't he, tho] And it's mostly because I'm glad someone took the fall for the rest of us. It's selfish as hell, but...I can't see the fault in it.

[He sighs, running a hand through his hair.] I just wish there was something else I could've done.

[dearboswell]

[Another, contemplative sip as Watson thinks it over.]

I can't say I disagree with the notion. I hate that it was Angus who he killed, though. But... I can't bring myself to think about that. Because it leads to the question of who would have deserved to die in his stead.

[junosteel]

[He snorts.] As if he could go around asking, "Hey, could anyone please volunteer to die for the greater good?"

[Juno probaby wouldn't have minded that. It's not like he has much else to live for.]

No one should have to make that decision.

[dearboswell]

True enough.

[Another sip.] How much of this stuff do you have left, anyway?

[junosteel]

[Juno shrugs.] Enough. If whiskey doesn't last me, I'll just switch over to liquor or something. It's not like anyone else in this town drinks, anyways.

[In the meantime, he's going to indulge in his terrible coping mechanisms.]

[dearboswell]

I drink. Just haven't seen much need to since arriving here. I prefer my mind sharp and un-addled, especially in a dangerous situation such as this.

[At least he doesn't sound judgmental.]

[junosteel]

Oh. That makes sense. A detective's nothing without his brain.

[Juno puts his hands in his pockets, looking vaguely uncomfortable.]

At least we're not investigating right now.

[drugs warning]

[dearboswell]

[Guess who saw that Discomfort]

Of course, I can't really judge someone taking the alternate route. We're under a lot of stress, you're dealing with it as best as you can.

Plus, Lord knows Holmes spends half his time addled with his opiates, no matter how much I disagree with it.

[junosteel]

Huh. Can't say I agree with that, either, but every person has their vices.

[His just happens to be alcohol. Normally, he wouldn't be drinking this much, but this whole situation has been wearing on him.]

Honestly, with half of the things you tell me about Holmes, I'm surprised that he's has survived so long.