Crackplot runoff.

[modern_morpheus]

Thanks to part of the latest crackplot, Seward is reduced to a wibbling ball of heartbreak curled up on his bed, with a couple of empty morphine syringes nearby. He has, however, forgotten to lock the door.

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[ladywotton]

*knocks lightly* *softly* John?

[modern_morpheus]

*sounding vaguely like a six-year-old with his face in a pillow* Go away. I'm not supposed to see you anymore.

[ladywotton]

*pauses and then opens the door, but at first comes no further* Darling, I want to see you.

[modern_morpheus]

*is curled up on the bed, which happens to be the only thing in the room not covered in other junk*

I never get anything right. And what happened to your newly-reformed husband? Or was it really a joke on me?