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DR. STEPHEN STRANGE
@ sstrange

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@dr.graham

[disarrayed]

Doctor. I was surprised to see your name on the auction list. Surprised too that we happen to be in the same country at the same time. A pleasant surprise.

[rehandle]

[ Oh, motherf— ]

I know you travel for your patients, but this seems a little extreme.

[disarrayed]

And how do you know that I was not here first? It could be you blurring those lines, Doctor.

All the same - perhaps it’s a good thing we can meet in person for your next appointment. It’s been some time since we’ve had the opportunity.

[ not too long, but he finds strange far more entertaining in person. much easier to see him fluster. ]

I am interested to hear what inspired your volunteering.

[rehandle]

Unless you've been skipping breakfast every day for the last many months, I was here first.

[ Deep breath, huge sigh, and a pointed skip over the mention of his next appointment. ]

I like to do what I can for my friends.

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[homosexuals]

Stephen! My friend, how much do you believe in fate? I might after this weekend.

[he's in love AND stephen and harry are both here for a chance to reconcile. what luck!]

[rehandle]

[ Starting to really resent Jonty for getting another year older and summoning the masses right about now. ]

Not even a little bit. Care to elaborate?

[homosexuals]

Well, it's twofold.

I met someone. He's - sweet. I'm going to ask if he'll be my date to the party on the 14th so I can start introducing him.

And - Harry is here! Looking fantastic, bright - but I think he'd look even better if he had the chance to get a drink with you.

Love is really in the air, you know?

@dr.eronaile

[anfear]

I see reports of your death were greatly exaggerated.

[rehandle]

[ Oh.

Oh, shit.

Oh, no. ]

Diana.

[ She knows her name. But for a moment, in his temporary state of absolute dread, he can't think of another word to say. ]

[anfear]

And he recalls my name. I suppose I should feel rather lucky.

@bitchsir

[mygoodsir]

I swear to God if you put one fucked up hand on Timoteo I will poison your coffee.

[rehandle]

[ Jesus. ]

Always a pleasure to talk to you, Dr. Goodsir.

[ 🤏 close to "or should I say 'Bitchsir'" but he holds himself back, on account of the fact that he feels he deserves to keep hold of the conversation's high ground for a second after that little outburst. ]

[mygoodsir]

Oh, fuck off, it has literally never been a pleasure and I'm not in the mood to pretend you enjoy pleasantries.

You were circling him like a vulture. Which you do slightly resemble.

@mors

[morrer]

Do you like dancing?

[rehandle]

[ Ah. ]

Depending on the kind and the company, I do.

[morrer]

What kind is a good kind?

I was thinking for that date we could do drinks and a little dancing. I'm not big into dinner.

🎁 delivery

[nightsung]

[ As requested, a discreet pearlescent box tied with a lovely purple ribbon is delivered to Stephen's door. Inside: an assortment of anal toys (plugs and vibrators, mostly) in impressive sizes, including the obsidian one she'd mentioned--plus a beginner's training set, plus lubricant, all laid on a bed of luxurious (ethically sourced, of course) rabbit fur. ]

An assortment of larger sizes, just like you asked.

Do let me know how you get on with them, and if you'd like any coaching.

xo,
Shadowheart

[rehandle]

[ It's outside his door waiting for him when he gets back about a half hour later. A surprise: he's not expecting anything, so when he picks it up he's thinking it must be Portia making an unsubtle comment on his wardrobe with the offer of a new addition to it, or Alicent fashioning some subtle gifted suggestion that there's surely somewhere else he'd rather be.

One thing he doesn't consider finding is exactly what he ultimately does: a box full of anal toys. All the trimmings. He stands beside his bed staring mutely into the open box for a minute before reaching in for the card. Stares at the card for a further minute before setting it back into the package, turning around, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

No knowing exactly how many interceding minutes of baffled indecision pass before he cracks into a short cough of laughter and pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of the gift, attaching it and firing off a message. ]

Wrong room?

[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart's anticipating this. She's not especially remorseful, nor is she embarrassed, though perhaps there are people who would be. ]

I know.

I'd apologize, but your friend Rupert seemed to think you'd enjoy them. Hopefully he's apologized to you, if necessary.

You can keep them, if you'd like. Or I can add them to my own collection.

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[ripher]

[ Some hours after the delivery of the buttplug gift basket. ]

Hope you're not enjoying yourself too vigorously. I've been told it's easier if you go slowly.

[rehandle]

[ Some additional time later: ]

I was going to have you taken out in the dead of night, but somebody petitioned for a stay of execution. You can thank our now mutual friend.

[ Neither confirming nor denying any specific allegations at this time. ]

[ripher]

[ Ah. Well. ]

I'll be sure to thank her.

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[ripher]

Do you have plans tonight?

[rehandle]

I do not. Shall I keep it that way?

[ripher]

Only in order to make room for the plans we now have with our mutual friend, who wants to make this evening "one to remember".

I've asked the Lesser Giles to make us up some dinner and drinks in the yurt outside. He owes me one or two since the incident with the swan.