first - backdated to after the jump, around the 9th, if y'all don't mind!

[badfashionsense]

[ the feed winks on with no trouble, and there’s an elegantly disheveled man on the other side. it takes skill to look this good, okay. ]

Right. I see you - and that’s a general "you" rather than a specific one - have taken the liberty of marking me without my consent. While I don’t necessarily disapprove, it would be greatly appreciated if you would ask me prior to the event next time, as this isn’t necessarily the location that I would choose. Perhaps something more discreet, I think, for something so boring.

[ can you see the other tattoo peeking out from underneath his sleeve? maybe. he’s got a few. Sherlock sits back in his chair. ]

I assume these numbers mean something [ and there’s a wave of his arm ] if they’re so important as to be tattooed on. I can’t say that my- [ the tiniest pause ] associate will be too pleased with it, but experience tells me that these things are quite meant to last. I can’t see that she has any say it in now, in any case.

[ he’d spin around, if the chair would let him. good lord, don’t you people even have spinny chairs? ]

The way I understand it, we are all currently on a spaceship hurtling into the great beyond, yes? As I’ve not seen any proper crew members, I’d like to know who is piloting. What are their credentials, where did they train, the like. I assume that interplanetary kidnapping is a rather large part of their agenda, so I won’t be so obvious as to ask when I can return to my "cozy" little brownstone. All I ask is that, when I am finally returned, you see to it I’m accompanied by a, a doctor’s note, of sorts, describing the circumstances and why I am not to be held accountable for my mysterious disappearance. You can address said note to Joan Watson, and Captain Gregson of the New York City Police Department. They can pass it along to any other possibly relevant parties, whomever they may be.

Oh. [ there’s a pause where he remembers something, and it’s muttered to himself: ] I hope Watson remembers to tend to my bees. They’re rather high-maintenance around this time of year; it’ll be the least she can do, before she takes her leave.

[ and it ends there. ]


[ooc; like I said, the post is backdated!]

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video; wow look we finally meet again

[tigers]

[ And here we have an irritated, bemuttonchopped man who has recently had his guns taken from him. Your deductions, Sherlock, are not helping his mood in the slightest.

On that note, 'Gregson' is a familiar name, but his assumptions are instantly shot down by the mention of the New York Police Department. Seems you're anonymous until you reveal your name, Sherlock. ]

Good god, are you quite done? How much more rot could you possibly have in your head to rattle off?

video; except this time we aren't star crossed facial hairs

[badfashionsense]

[ nice muttonchops, friend. it's okay, he's used to people being prickly at him. ]

Volumes, in fact. It simply depends on what your interest is.

[ this tiny little screen isn't helpful at all in noticing things, but he can at least take in the clothes, his hairstyle, the accent. connect the most apparent dots first, just a small example. ]

For example, I could go into detail about the Irish famine, perhaps, or Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and the theories behind Lewis Carroll's authoring it. Or even the er, the history of your [ and he gestures to his own jaw ] facial hair, and how "sideburns" is actually a bastardization of their original name "burnsides".

I could prattle on, virtually forever - with pauses for food and drink, of course - for however long I needed or so chose. It's far from rot, I assure you. Why, is that a problem?

( text )

[purrfectlycute]

:33 < im not sure if youll n33d a note of absence!
:33 < universes tend to exist outside the temporal purrameters of other universes and as fur as ive s33n this one is no exception
:33 < so youll likely be placed back in the same moment as you were taken without anyone noticing
:33 < and dont think i didnt notice you said WHEN you go back
:33 < not IF
:33 < i like the way you think ;33

:33 < and of all the watsons that have come and gone i havent heard of a joan so im sure your b33s will be fine and dandy

( text )

[badfashionsense]

[ what a fascinating method of texting: characteristics of 1337 combined with the IRC chatroom style of separate lines and a username included (or so it seems).

he can only hope ":33" isn't a teenager from the 1990's. ]

IC. THE Q IS THEN IF ID RMMBR WHEN I GOT HOME. ITS A BIT LIKE PAUSING A VRC NO?

& OFC IM GOING BACK. JUST A MATTER OF HOW.

[ and the cursor blinks for a moment before he responds to that last statement. ]

OTHER WATSONS. PTMM.

video

[backstabbing]

[oh

oh she is a big fan of tattoos

yes she is. in fact so much so that she's pretty much ignoring the rest of your tl;dr to be gross and flirtatious.]

And if you had your choice, what discreet location would you have chosen?

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[badfashionsense]

[ come be all the flirtatious with him, he doesn't mind at all. ]

I'm not sure, really. Perhaps the bottom of my foot, so that I wouldn't have to look at it. All the prime real estate is already taken, I'm afraid.

[ and there's a roll of his shoulders, maybe a flash of a grin before he nods to her. come check out his tattoos. he doesn't mind. ]

What about you? Any preferences as to where your cattle brand might have ended up?

video;

[suddenlycaptain]

The number corresponds to your locker and your room. The first, blank area is your department, if you join one.

[ Carolyn rolls up her sleeve, revealing her tattoo; OPR » 008 » 022 ]

So in my case: Operations, eighth floor -- and eighth jump and eighth row of lockers -- with room and locker 22.

And they're nanites. They'll lock or unlock your door or anything else coded to them; I'm on the flight crew, so I can get into the shuttle bay if it's locked. I'm not part of the science department, so if that's locked down, I'm out of luck.

video;

[badfashionsense]

Huh. [ he looks down at his own, eyes a bit narrowed - so that makes his the fifteenth "jump"(?) and in room fifty-nine. makes sense. ] Department, is it. How exactly does one go about joining up? Does that make you one of the crew members?

[ in which case he has several questions for you. get over here. but oh, that's a bit more interesting. ]

Nanites, you say. And here the general populace has been led to believe that they're still in the R&D phase. I hadn't expected they'd be passed out willy nilly so soon. Do you have any samples, by any chance? I'd love to take a look.

(voice.)

[carbonite]

As much as I doubt that anything you said will actually help you, I'm going to wish you luck. (he's not rude like the rest of these losers.)

(voice.)

[badfashionsense]

That's quite generous of you, thank you. I don't expect I'll need luck, though. The most helpful would be blueprints of this ship, as well as flight plans and technical details. I could just do it on my own, but having it on-hand would be much more convenient.

Although, as I'm being led to believe [ scrolling through the network, at least ] it's not quite that simple, is it?

anonymous text;

[spider]

[ HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhaahaaaaaa

Oh, Christ. ]

'Watson' rings a few bells, but 'Joan'—flatline.
Welcome on board.

S

not here - 1/2!

[badfashionsense]

[ oh, now this is interesting. up until this point, most everything he's seen has had a name attached to it - here, we have the first instance where that is not always the case. an option for anonymity, how interesting.

he almost considers responding in like kind, but obviously whomever is on the other end has already seen his face. he'll have to look into this. ]

video.

[badfashionsense]

Thank you, though it's not quite the welcoming party I was hoping for. I'm afraid my tastes run towards the more salacious end, rather than a locker room in secondary school.

I am rather interested about these other "Watson"s though, if you wouldn't mind sharing.

video;

[companionships]

[ she'll only begrudgingly confess that it's relieving to see a familiar face, especially when said face belongs to a certain sherlock holmes. she considers the venue of text only to dismiss it (because sherlock's texting abilities are awful), opting for video. ]

[ dryly: ] Your associate. [ it's an improvement from valet or bodyguard, at least. ] I think we have bigger things than beekeeping on our hands.

video;

[badfashionsense]

Yes, associate; I thought it the best option. Would you have preferred some other title? I was under the impression you weren't too fond of it when I called you my valet.

[ and there's a deep sigh. thank you, captain obvious. ]

Would you mind, Watson, telling me just how long you've been aboard this ship? You seem a tad too comfortable for someone who's only just newly arrived, such as myself.

audio;

[dirtyword]

...Joan?

audio;

[badfashionsense]

Joan, yes. Watson. [ he's just being a dick now. ] I hadn't thought my accent to be that inhibiting; shall I enunciate more clearly? Or are you familiar with the name?

anon text »

[adlered]

[ Ha. Ha. Ha. Nope anon it is thank you very much. ]

I see Ms. Watson has already said hello. Otherwise I would have told you I had the pleasure of running into her last month. Your bees might be a little unsupervised, I'm afraid.

text.

[badfashionsense]

A MONTH, YOU SAY.

[ if you're going to text him, you get the bad texting skills. sorry, Irene :c but he'll wait for Watson to verify before he believes anonymous #2. ]

THAT IS A SHAME. ABT MY BEES. DON'T SUPPOSE YOU KNOW HOW 2 SEND MSGS HOME?

video ]

[licks]

[Her head cants, watching him rattle on and on.]

Bees?

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[badfashionsense]

[ he can go on, if you wish!! ]

Yes, Caucasian honey bees, to be precise. I'm writing a book on beekeeping in a modern, urban setting, if you're interested.

video;

[jilt]

[ irene doesn't reply until she's certain she can keep the bitterness from her tone, because yet another and still, he isn't the holmes she knows. but the ship gives what it gives. it won't do to fuss. ]

Sherlock Holmes, I take it, even if I admit to being caught off guard by the good doctor.

video;

[badfashionsense]

Caught off guard, you say? Why, if I may ask? She is quite adept at what she does, though I admit that her prattling can be rather distracting at times. Unless it's the she that you find surprising.

[ he's heard of the other Watsons. he's quite interested to meet them! but he will neither confirm nor deny his identity just yet. ]

permatext.

[culver]

The tattoo will let you into your room.

good luck translating, nill.....

[badfashionsense]

SO I C. NETHING ELSE THEY DO OR IS THAT IT? IIRC IT OPENS LOCKERS 2.

video;

[dearlydeceived]

You want to read the welcome pamphlet thing if you haven't already. Some of the shit you're asking is covered.

What kinda doctor's note do you want? Please excuse Mr Whoseyboose, he's been trapped on a spaceship in another motherfucking dimension for several months. And the mutated hellbeasts ate his homework. Signed, randomass person who doesn't exist.

video;

[badfashionsense]

A pamphlet? Well, why didn't anyone mention such a thing before? It would have been quite helpful, I'm almost disappointed no one has shared it yet.

Whoseyboose, I concede that that's a new one. I should add it to my repertoire, I think. As to your question, I'm not looking for a doctor's note per se. Simply something that would..absolve me of any fault for my sudden disappearance, which, if I'm understanding correctly, will not be missed.

[anon text]

[ryuuzaki]

I'm afraid your bees have been left to their own devices.

[That response from "Joan Watson" wasn't encrypted.]

Why would you need to account for your whereabouts?

text.

[badfashionsense]

[ surprising, there are quite a number of anonymous sources on this network. though it isn't so difficult to send a text message from a phone number different from one's personal. ]

WD HAVE SET UP AN AUTORCD SYS IF I'D KNOWN. INCONVNENT.

IM [ what's a plausible excuse ] UNDR PROTECTIVE CUST. MS WATSON WAS ASSIGNED BY CPT. GREGSON; ASSOC & BODYGUARD.

Y? IM AFRAID HER SVCS R TAKEN.

voice|

[entrapments]

You have a bee-babysitter.

voice|

[badfashionsense]

Normally, I would have. However, it seems she's here with the rest of us, so I am, as of yet, babysitter-less. If you have experience with the practice of beekeeping, as well as access to a functional teleporter, I may be willing to hire you on, if you happen to be interested.

video;

[learnedtosmile]

[If this guy doesn't scream "I'm a cop" just by the look on his face, then you are no consulting detective!

Honestly, it's probably the haircut that gives it away the most - he takes care to maintain it even in this place.]

I'll be really interested to see if you get any answers about Ward and Resnik's credentials. They're not very talkative.

Mostly, we have to fend for ourselves.

video;

[badfashionsense]

[ it's like he's looking into Gregson's face, were he 30 years younger. a w k w a r d . ]

Ward and Resnik. I would be more than pleased to sit down and dive into their crew files. [ even more than you'd think. ] Just point me in their general direction, I'm sure I can find my way.

And eh, how's that going, if I may ask? Genuinely curious, I've not been here long enough to know fully what to expect from my new domicile.