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[logicals]

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. ]}

Comments

[logicals]

I was once of the opinion that the world couldn't handle more than one of us, and yet there are three residing on this ship. I wonder if there's a Sherlock for every universe?

Not difficult at all.
SH

[saidhe]

precisely because it's not the world. it's more suitably likened unto purgatory.

at least a month for him to come around to the idea, then.

[logicals]

Nonsensical, no matter what way you look at it.

Two, in fact. He kept insisting that it was a bad idea, for whatever reason (read: his sexuality and the promise of 'complications').
SH

[saidhe]

thereabouts.

and presumably the first time was enough dying for you?

[logicals]

Once offered me more than enough information to work with, yes.
SH

[saidhe]

[ Not to mention that he knows enough from personal experience that one death of Sherlock Holmes is one too many for John Watson unless you are very, very determined to do so. ]

[ Which leads to a cacophony of other questions, not very suitable for texting. ]

i'd like to meet.

[logicals]

My room is free.
SH

<sub>[ Because far be it from Sherlock to deny himself. He'd be lying if his interest wasn't piqued; he met another Sherlock Holmes once, very briefly - but it was a conversation Sherlock didn't (couldn't) forget. With nothing but his own thoughts, it's something he'd studied over and over until none of it had any meaning.

He sends Holmes his room number soon after his initial text, and he finds himself genuinely excited to meet Holmes. ]</sub>

[saidhe]

excellent.

[ It takes a predictably short amount of time for Holmes to arrive, because it's not as if he's anything better to do aboard this place. Beyond that, he's palpably curious about where this Sherlock might differ from the other one, in closer detail than he could observe from across a room. ]

[ His knuckles rap sharply against the door frame, wherein he gives himself a once-over as if to glean what details his other might gather from what he's revealing here. Sleeves smoothed to his wrist but notably wrinkled where they're usually rolled, his trouser legs to uneven lengths, ink stains dotting his fingertips, the hair that hasn't been cut since he's arrived and so it's messily tied back at his nape. ]

[ Ah, well. ]