002 🔥 TEXT - WANTED: WRITER

[headhunt]

Type: Text
Sender ID: headhunt (Karlach)
To: Public
Subject: WANTED: WRITER
Warnings: N/A

need a writer. the kind who can do the big swirly letters with a quill on the parchment.

will pay good coin for services rendered.

contact karlach.


( is she aware she can use the network for more than job postings? it's unclear. )

Comments

[astudyinviolet]

Sherlock Holmes.

I have. Do you already have the seal and the wax? I know a stationery place which could provide you with the necessary materials should you not.

[headhunt]

nice to meet you

got the seal, not the wax
wax's easy to get

you got somewhere we could meet up?

[astudyinviolet]

[ He's... not going to mention that they've talked over the shellphone before. He's too embarrassed to correct her. (Sherlock has no idea what he's getting into.) ]

The Surasthana Cafe would work nicely. On the chance that we need something you do not have, I may have it already.

[headhunt]

then why don't we meet up at your place?

you got time today?

[astudyinviolet]

I have nothing pressing at the moment should you need this written promptly.

[headhunt]

there's no time like the present!

tell me where to go to meet you

[astudyinviolet]

Is the Surasthana Cafe on Eltrut not suitable? I live just above it, thus the easy access to more materials should there be a need.

[headhunt]

( ohhhh. understanding clicks into place at once. )

didn't realise they were so close!

see you in about an hour

[astudyinviolet]

I shall await your arrival then.

[ Sherlock has no problem sitting down to enjoy some coffee. ]

→ action

[headhunt]

( just as promised, karlach shows up to the cafe after just about an hour. while she isn't entirely sure what she's looking for, she thinks that she'll hedge her bets on the dapper gentleman who brought writing instruments to his table.

karlach herself is incredibly noticeable, not just from her impressive height of over 7ft or deep red skin but because flames dance eternally along her skin and hair. )

Hey! Would you be Sherlock?

( she asks as she approaches, lifting a hand in greeting. )

[astudyinviolet]

[ And she would be correct. He looks up from his cup of coffee and blinks at the sight before him. Ah, the fire would be an issue for anyone wanting to write on paper. ]

I am. You must be Miss Karlach. Please take a seat.

[ He motions to the spot across from him on the table. She... can sit down in a place and not worry about setting something aflame, right? ]