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

[lovesfaygo]

[ 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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[zoosmell]

Yeah!

They're pretty colors and stuff. It's kinda messy, though... Yours was way more cool. And you still have to show me your cats?

[saidhe]

I will show you. Distorted over the feed? I could be why you couldn't make them out.

John, your drawing. Might I have it, then?

[zoosmell]

Okay? As long as you don't hang it over the refrigerator or anything like that, because that is creepy.

That means I can have yours, because it is a druggie sandwich trade.

[saidhe]

If I knew what it was, I surely wouldn't hang a thing on it.

[ He smiles, carefully. ] It would only be fair. Then should we meet?

[zoosmell]

Ha ha! They're very nice clouds, though...

But okay. Can you really move, though? You have all those drugs in you, and possibly pie, and possibly both.

[saidhe]

It should make more sense in person. [ N...ot really. ]

Both, though one in the same, and I, [ he leaps to his feet (and stumbles a step SHIT CALL THE AMBULANCE no wait he's fine, steadying, yes, look at this strong and not intoxicated man), and takes way too long to finish his sentence, ] can.

[zoosmell]

I have decided to go to you! Out of no particular reason at all. But I do not know where you are exactly, so I will just try my best, I guess?

[saidhe]

[ fuck you JAWN i can WALK ]

We should meet halfway. Or perhaps somewhere of significance nearby.

[zoosmell]

I guess I will just go to the lockers because at least we both know where that is and I won't get lost?

But keep this thingy on in case you fall and can't get up so I can help you and stuff.

[saidhe]

While your concern is noted, it's misguided. I think you know well enough it's not my first encounter with a substance that's- Muddling.

But I will leave the "thingy" on. If only to sate your conscience.

[zoosmell]

My conscious will be so sated that it will be like baited with satiation. Be careful, and try not to fall or anything...

[ but going off!! he does keep his comm thingy on, though, and it shows his journeys down the

wrong ways john stop getting lost ]

[saidhe]

Goodie. We can comply with both of our needs, then.

[ Holmes might be high as a fucking fuck but, well, he's been taking regular walks, mapping the place out, and having an eidetic memory certainly doesn't hurt his chances. He knows exactly where the lockers are. ]

[ John, however, is -- hesitating. ]

One foot in front of the other. See? Perfectly capable of staying on my feet. [ If weaving a little. ] How are you faring?

[zoosmell]

Okay! If you trip and fall, I will help you out. If I knew where you were, anyway.

[ he will make it there one day!!!! okay finally he found the right route he is totally gunning for it but holmes will probably get there first

why do i call him holmes maybe i should call him sherly

sherly would get there first ]