ataraxion | you take what is yours & I'll take mine. | ♫

I've been here long enough to know that alternate and parallel universes exist. I can say with confidence that this ship holds multiple versions of the same person; for instance, there are three Sherlock Holmeses and three John Watsons. Naturally, each correspond with their own Sherlocks and/or their own John. As the months go on, it will be increasingly difficult to tell between myself and others, which is why it's handy to have our communicators. With each message, your unique number shows up underneath the initial post: this is a good way to ensure that you're talking to the 'corrrect' Sherlock (though know that we share our devices when the whim strikes us).

In short, stop being stupid.

Now, onto my initial reason for addressing the network: I have experienced several different memories that differ from my dopplegangers. Because of this, we can assume that there are subtle differences in behaviour, reactions and interests. Whilst we remain the same in many ways, those differences might end up defining us (which is frankly appalling, but then who am I to judge a 'thriving' civilisation of six months?). I am the third Sherlock Holmes to arrive, though my likeness is shared with only one. An intriguing phenomenon, but our memories are reasonably inconsistent.

I've decided to tell you about my stay on the island of Atia, though I intend to make it quick. I have in my posession the communicators we used to talk to one another. Whilst the connection to the network has been severed, a few things still remain, such as the guides thrown out to every new comer in order to save both time and effort. You may have gathered that this island is of a seedy virtue, and your impressions are entirely correct: we were forced into collars like animals, prodded and poked into actions one might not normally take were they under their usual inhibitions. As the strange little rabbit wearing a dress says, it was not a holiday.

And yes, I'm aware that both guides are incredibly hideous.
SH

P.S: A certain prosecutor has insisted that I put up a warning for those that are of a certain age and/or for those that have a weak stomach. Personally, I think 'don't be stupid' covered every base, but apparently one can't be too sure.

Transferring... guide.pdf

_{[ ooc: link is nsfw. sort of. ]}

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Would it make you feel better if I said you were my favorite less than frequent bather?

[ :D :D :D ]

[ you are like a little pomeranian that i want to hit a little ]

That will be entirely depending on how many less than frequent bathers you're now going to tell me that you know.

[ what you mean her UNRELENTING INSISTENCE ON POSITIVITY isn't delightful. ]

College stoner, remember? I've known tons.

[ you are like sunlight on the face of someone who hasn't had their coffee yet ]

In which case I should suppose either they weren't particularly good friends, or I should consider it a compliment.

[ ...seems legit. ]

You're my favorite Homes. Better?

[ you can

HEAR

the shit-eating grin in his voice right now ]

I suppose that will have to do for now.

[ SHE CAN. ]

Let me know when I need to upgrade.

How can you say that when you don't have all of the evidence needed? You haven't even met me.
SH

And yet, I said it.

[ THE WEED GROWER IS THE FAVORITE OKAY. ]

Without evidence.
SH

_{[ This ARRIVED with weed. :| ]}

Without any reason to reassign favorites, either.

[ WELL SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT. ]

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