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[video] In which one of the Sherlocks is as cool as motherfucking shit.

[ There's a jostle, and a familiar, fluctuating voice can be heard. ]

Hang on, I think I fucking got it. It's all in my pocket and shit, all up in here. Cozy like a motherfucking rainbow.

[ He laughs, and it's more like a sputtering chortle and--yup, there it is. A tell-tale honk as the gray-skinned troll pulls the device out of wherever it's been--it looks like under a sheet of some sort--and there's a huge clutter of various things strewn around the room. One of which is the mattress that used to make up the bed. ]

Motherfuck, there we go. So hey, world. I've got something pretty motherfucking important to share with you.

[ And, in the corner, a pie tray filled with neon green goo, half eaten. One of his very last pies. And also in the background that's--

Yup. The second Sherlock Holmes. ]

All you motherfuckers, I've come to a realization. This ship. Is, like, a motherfucking case. We need to solve.

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[ Holmes has just opened his mouth in retaliation, his rebuttal gathered - if sloppily, in his current state - when John speaks up, and, oh. There's something immediately sobering. His gaze is riveted directly onto him. ]

We maintain a firm grasp of the obvious.

[ It's incredibly annoying how deep the subject cuts him at present, but with Watson as such an indeterminable feature - ] This entire ship demeans my talents. I did not - [ Die, essentially, but he doesn't say, just. Splutters, covers up his discomfort with indignation. ] - just for this - !

[ He's getting a little bit embarrassed seeing that look on you Holmes. He knows how familiar that is, at present. Genuinely unaware of what he would have done without John. But in order for John not to see the blatant need in Holmes he retaliates John's hand by treading forward and attempting to obscure the soldier's vision, cropping him out of frame. ]

The ship is a cleverly disguised insult. Too many conclusions and theories can be formed and people are just lining up to attempt to solve it. Suiting facts to their theories and making one capital mistake to the other.

[ He's speaking rapidly, attempting to change the subject ]

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[ It might be too late, Sherlock. The flash of something is more than nothing, and if John looks sorry, well, that's thrown off by Sherlock's hand, too. He grunts, trying to snatch up the other's wrist and pull it away. There's a glower of what are you doing, but as Sherlock begins to speak of the ship, John lets go slowly.

He's silent, looking between the two, willing to slip back into the role of silence as they speak. This topic is alright. ]

[ He directly shifts his attention from John for the time being, focusing on Sherlock instead. ]

Clearly. New details being paramount in a place that doesn't so eagerly want to supply them - as you'll understand, I've already hit my proverbial wall, and thus further talents will be wasted determining an insurmountable unifying factor between those who are here that might lead to a reasoning as to why I was so suddenly uprooted from an irrevocably important case, but in simultaneously lacking that new information while unable to return home to that which is familiar -

[ And, oh, John is getting a look now, something that is much more seething than he means, but he's the injured animal lashing out unnecessarily, perhaps. ] So I suppose this will have to suffice.

[ Message received, Holmes. John hefts his chin just slightly, jaw flexing almost imperceptibly.

What makes you think he'll allow you to even suffice on him? ]

[ He thought that too, this was his first reason for intake while on the ship. The words feel familiar. Oh, he has this distinct feeling that's going to illicit some reaction in John. Possibly about him being insufferable, he slides back into his own communication device. Sherlock is out of frame but the voice is heard. ]

I do realize how insufferable that makes me sound, but - the ne- [ lets amend that ] the want, and the reason for his current proposition and my former relapse, should ring true to both our ends. Not that I'm going to go in there to suddenly lick at the ends of their pie John, but the point Holmes makes is a valid one.

[ John, he's trying to make you understand. ]

[ He sees the chin raise, and his own jaw clenches just as much at such a familiar sight, his teeth grinding as Sherlock speaks. For some reason, this annoys him, all of it, especially John and especially the attempt to bridge between them, like there's that one extra step there that he knows is there but he doesn't want it to be there, so the reminder stings on top of everything else. This has been a sufficient buzzkill. ]

Ah, so you did suffer a relapse. I thought so. Now, imagine, you've been here for a month, and were notably free of all lesser activities before that. I wonder, then, how much longer it will take for a total return to the more strange of habits, I wonder?

[ Gosh, now he's just at both of them. Childish, stubborn, done with them for the time being now that his good times with the clown thing have been ruined. ] I hardly need a translator, thank you -

[ so that's his phone hanging up yes ]

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