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[abductivereasoning]

In need of information regarding the symptoms of those held in this facility. Particularly interested in signs of fever, vomiting, visual and/or auditory hallucinations and sudden or unexpected changes of behavior. Blood samples will be accepted if you wish to actually make yourself useful.
SH

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Why?

[abductivereasoning]

Do you have symptoms?

text

[genkigal]

k
do I get anything for it ?

[He wouldn't say no to a sugar cookie. ...Probably.]

text;

[abductivereasoning]

The satisfaction of knowing that you have been marginally less of a waste of my time than you potentially could have been without your participation.

[biffail]

Facility? I thought we were in space!

[abductivereasoning]

Yes imagine my surprise that our situation has gone unquestioned by the commonwealth. Truly shocking.

voice;

[cons]

[ someone is caught WAY off guard, so she doesn't even think to text, just- ]

Sherlock? What are you-

What symptoms?

[ SO CONFUSED. ]

text; threadjack

[kingofbabylon]

wichita, check the crew number.

[theblogger]

[ Once upon a time, the Sherlocks (those being from the twenty-first century) decided upon an alignment fixture to better assist their fellow passengers in identifying their individual (but similarly signed) texts to the network. And why not? Strange as it may seem, the two men, while virtually identical in look and temperament, could derive two wholly separate sets of enemies and allies.

The first, 001, chose the less-hassled, default left alliance for his texts, while the second, 007, centered his text to seemingly match the belief that his thoughts were the center of importance.

One of the aforementioned men is dead. It was was the man more likely, of the two, to ask scientific questions of the community.

And so it's probably not so surprising that John Watson's knee-jerk reaction to seeing this post, in such a format, is a spike of white hot anger.

Only a few people were genuinely impacted by the death of Sherlock Holmes. Many of those few took it as another omen of Tranquility's undercurrent hostility, and some of those announced it with ridicule toward the dead. Fewer were unseated by the fact that they had actually known and tolerated the man in question, and fewer still knew the hand of the murderer was not some faceless (or digitally emotic) entity, but one who roamed among them on the days of the jump and wore the dual face of fear upon the network.

With that in mind, John's first thought is that someone is playing a very cruel joke, taking the piss at the expense of a man, or his associates, who have scorned them in some manner.

And it's only sighting the number of the poster, while typing a searing (mostly-aggressive, passive-aggressive, as an embittered soldier and senior medical officer is wont to do) response, that makes him pause, consider, and delete. Eleven. The fresh batch. ]


The stasis tanks you arrived in have a sedative that induce many of the aforementioned side-effects. No need for blood tests. Many have been run in the past and we are confident that they are temporary.

Hydrate, sleep, then eat, and you should feel better.

[abductivereasoning]

[ Sherlock Holmes doesn't know he's dead.

Well, he does - he's just woken up in some bizarre stasis tank after jumping off a building, after all - but certainly not like what's happened here. He's only been able to find out so much before now and most of what he's gathered has involved trying to find any explanation for what he's found beyond the idea that he's on a bloody spaceship. He'll accept whatever is the truth once it's been proven, but that doesn't mean he won't exhaust every other possible explanation until then. Thus, with that on his mind, he's not had the time to look into even stranger concepts such as his previously existing on this ship or his being violently murdered during said stay here. He's still in the dark on many things and none too happy about the matter.

That's why he's reduced to this. Addressing the general and idiot populous for information. Needless to say, his mood is not the best at the moment.

The first thing Sherlock does is roll his eyes at yet another moronic response. The delay is due to his taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the onset of a headache. He's not bothered trying to read the tags attached to the texts that label who it's from. What's he care who he's talking to? Idiots are idiots. ]

Yes thank you, were I totally incapable of understanding the basics of recovery from medication-induced comas I would certainly have need of that advice but seeing as I'm not part of your average collection of imbeciles you have just successfully wasted roughly seven precious seconds of my extremely valuable time.

[ A moment passes before a second text is fired off. ]

Any other nuggets of wisdom or is that all you've got to offer?

text »

[adlered]

[ It has to be a joke. There's a difference between having the other Sherlock on board still using SH because at least she knows that he is not hers. At one point maybe he was, but circumstances had changed him and made him another Irene Adler's well more accurately another John Watson's but that's neither here nor there, perhaps. But this, oh this looks like hers. An SH to the left rather than in the center and it tilts her world on its side. Making her glare at her communicator before she replies. Oh, if John isn't going to take the initiative here, then she most definitely will. ]

While I'm sure you find it hilarious to use the initials SH, I would advise against it, seeing as the only two people alive on this ship with those initials are not 011s.

not here

[theblogger]

[ HE'S GETTING TO IT, IRENE, GOD. Though, of the two of you, you're the more... direct and disarming one. Right. He'll just be watching this one. Two tests are better than one? ]

text;

[kingofbabylon]

[ The SH is incredibly familiar, but Justin knows that there were already two Sherlocks before (before that), and a third with Robert Downey Jr's face from the turn of the century, so he checks the number immediately. 011. New... What kind of fucking joke is this, Tranquility? ]

sorry, you missed the space plague when most of this was rampant.

welcome to space, sherlock.

text;

[abductivereasoning]

[ And here's one that knows his name. That's interesting. Test subject or jailer? ]

Is 'space plague' really the best you lot could come up with?
It's like the Hell of bad sci-fi telly has been shaped into a
brand new torture facility. How charming.
SH

Always delightful to be addressed by an unknown that's apparently
familiar with you already. Really, am I that popular these days? I
expected The Sun would have moved on to the newest royal scandal
by now.
SH

[text]

[circumitus]

i was under the assumption that that was taken care of.

text;

[abductivereasoning]

And I was under the assumption that I asked for
symptoms, not meaningless texts. Care to try again?
SH

text;

[tigers]

[ Sebastian Moran knows very little on the subject of Sherlock Holmes. What he knows is mostly what Jim Moriarty has told him: a face, a name, and a drowning in the swimming pool. He's gathered a few bits and pieces of information himself. Mainly the other Sherlock's number and the fact that the Holmes from his own time owns the annoying turkey who was terrorizing the second floor. This 'SH' doesn't seem to fit into either of those.

Definitely enough to make an incredibly confused assumption, right? He hasn't been especially sensitive of the subject anyway. ]

Risen from the grave, have you? Decomposition any fun, or do you not recommend trying it out?

text;

[abductivereasoning]

[ Oh, Sebastian, how interesting that text appears to its recipient for reasons totally unrelated to what you've intended. It certainly gets Sherlock's attention, confirming at least that somehow his little magic trick worked insomuch as making his suicide appear legitimate -- a fact now spoiled by his reappearance here. He knew it was a risk to sign his texts, but there's no going back on that now. ]

Suppose it depends on one's propensity for claustrophobia.
Gets a bit stuffy down there.
SH

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

For what sort of facility do you take it?

text;

[abductivereasoning]

One with an impressive array of hallucinogens.
SH

( text )

[abrahamic]

why are you assuming there's a sickness spreading in the first place? that's kind of a jump in logic, don't you think?

text;

[abductivereasoning]

As I never specified I suspected some form of illness, your question
is even more of a waste of my time than those I've received so far.
Congratulations.
SH

anonymous text;

[spider]

[ Silly, the only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us. And oh, what a surprise. There isn't even a moment of doubt unlike what the others may feel, a stir in their stomach at two initials: S. H. Someone has pulled something awfully dirty from under the rug, giving it a sharp wave and clouding up their vision. The Tranquility is a dusty place, it could go for some dust cleaning.

There's something oddly humorous about it all, willing the same face back into view—again and again. It's playing. It pinches at Sherlock Holmes and waves him in his face, at unlimited supply and handing him out like free samples.

Not that he asked, no. The last ended with a bit a stumble. Some stumbling, some drowning, some drenched out ( one drenched Vivienne Westwood ). Gameover and bitterness settled on his tongue, but apparently that was the wrong idea. There isn't a game over and there might never be.

Maybe.

A Sherlock at each arm, this must be Christmas. Truthfully.

Barely a beat, hardly a moment when he chooses to reply. A little too eager it seems. He's playing along, Tranquility. Keep it coming. ]

Hello
My Name is ______

S

[ And hello again, sexy. ]

text;

[abductivereasoning]

[ Sherlock Holmes has never been a man of baser instincts. Deduction, observation, experimentation: these are the tools that have been at his disposal since childhood and they have always trumped any other trait he may have been imbued with courtesy of his animal brain. Logic over emotion has dictated his life. Perhaps that's why the chill that runs down his spine catches him so entirely off-guard, enough so that he finds himself staring at the anonymous text on his screen for far longer than he realizes.

Something about it sets him on edge, and he couldn't begin to explain why... though he certainly has his suspicions. But no, those are impossible. Even in a place like this, he knows what he saw before stepping off the edge of that rooftop. There was no mistake.

Then again, has he not been told of his own demise?

He allows only a brief moment to pass before he responds, shaking off the rise of anxiety like a bile in his throat. He will tread cautiously with this one, even moreso than the others before it. Simply a logical response to a truly anonymous poster; baseless discomfort has nothing to do with it. ]

Are we to play a game then?
SH

voice;

[jilt]

My, my. Look who's returned.

[ oh, but irene sounds shaken, if you're listening closely. ]

voice;

[abductivereasoning]

[ Odd how you can not know someone - or at least a version of them - yet find something inexplicably familiar. It's actually enough that he opts to respond in kind rather than resort to texting. ]

Yes, I've heard quite a bit of that already; seems I was well-known in this previous stay I supposedly had here before.

Text

[walksonrooftops]

you can't just sign SH onto things

He deserves more respect than that

[aka wow hello eleventh-wave Sherlock, you have this cat dude seriously confused]

text;

[abductivereasoning]

How unexpectedly generous to see my name so readily defended, though
entirely unnecessary and frankly bordering on blind idiocy.
If it wasn't my name, I wouldn't use it.
SH

text| private

[firstofficer]

As I believe you have been supplied with sufficient sources to answer your query, should you have any further questions regarding the present circumstances you may contact me at your leisure, Mister Holmes.

text; private

[abductivereasoning]

[ Oh, there's a new feature he hadn't tried yet. That will be useful in the future. ]

Another acquaintance, I presume? Seems that I was
quite the social butterfly on my last go round.
SH

text;

[saidhe]

[ Interesting. ]

i would greet, 'welcome back', but it seems an inaccurate phrasing.

text;

[abductivereasoning]

[ You said it, brother. ]

I've been informed several times over that this is indeed
the case though I remain skeptical until all other avenues
have been exhausted and I'm not receiving all my information
from idiots.
SH

[ To say he's getting testy would be an understatement; the last time he had this much social interaction, John had the bright idea of allowing him to come along to a dinner party.

Needless to say, they were not welcome at that house after that. ]

text;

[sharp]

[ well, weird doesn't even begin to cover this. does that technically make four now? sometimes she wished every sherlock didn't have an addiction to text. ]

You just missed a lot of us having some pretty scary hallucinations, actually. But everything else is surprisingly normal after a jump. Not sure you need the details if I told you I had a friend throw up because he tasted some of that blue goo.

[ honestly, doctor. ]

text;

[abductivereasoning]

[ It's for the benefit of all that he's texting; if he'd had to actually have conversation with this many people, one can bet the insults would be at a level just past "exponentially hair-singeing". ]

Your friend is apparently an idiot. Did any of those hallucinations
involve instances of space travel?
SH

video;

[the_vishual]

Another. It's nice to meet you. [ Pause ] This crew, it's filled with those that are the same and those that are many.

text;

[abductivereasoning]

[ He'll have none of this exposing his face yet, thanks. This whole situation has him on edge enough as it is. ]

Much as I appreciate a good puzzle I will make it clear now
that wordplay is beyond my patience at the moment. Are you
eluding to the supposed presence of duplicates?
SH

text; 100% encrypted

[coffeeking]

[He's taken forever to respond to this, mostly because he's been reading everything that was left unlocked and filtering through various stages of denial, anger and sorrow. Now he's a little more numb about it, but just a bit exasperated too.]

It's almost comforting to see that you're still the same reclusive twat you were on your last go-round. Still, this strikes me as particularly tetchy. You haven't had any coffee yet, have you?

text; 100% encrypted

[abductivereasoning]

[ He did have coffee, thank you very much. At around six in the morning, not long before he jumped off a bloody rooftop. Granted he has no idea how many mornings have passed since that day, but he seriously doubts any amount of caffeine could improve his disposition at the moment. ]

So glad to see my habits were well documented during my last
stay here. Was I really so popular? Things must be more dull
here than I'd previously begun to suspect, though with the
brainless masses I've spoken to thus far I can hardly say
I'm suprised.
SH

text; private

[goldshirt]

Did you even read the material, Holmes? You know we don't write that up for our health.

text; private

[abductivereasoning]

Can't say I'm one to believe what I read offhand. I prefer to do
my own tests rather than mindlessly nod along to someone else's
potentially flawed observations.
SH

text;

[starked]

Particularly interested in those, you're going to make us all think you're a Sherlock who's a doctor.

And yeah, I know, blah blah, I don't have a double, you are all crazy people for thinking you know me, I am really hallucinating here and want to know if everyone else is too.

Wrong month for sickness and hallucinations. And no one is going to give you their blood. Sucks to be you and I can already sense you'll tell me I wasted your time. Right? Or is it a surprise.

S

text;

[abductivereasoning]

A bit late to the party, aren't you? Pity you've missed
out on all the fun. Duplicates can be attributed to string
theory, however loosely. With that accepted as fact it
remains possible if not plausible that this ship is exactly
as it appears though I will be handling all of those tests
personally. Any other sparkling attempts at wit and charm
you'd like me to shoot down or are we finished here?
SH

text

[unparental]

[ jenna stalks the post a little before replying, a few attempts at The Perfect Thing To Say drafted and deleted before finally settling on the heart of the matter. ]

( insert 'you're back' 'what do you mean, back? away, crazy' conversation here so we don't actually have to do it. )

Sufficiently annoyed with everyone and everything yet?