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[ The feed shows the long and yawning corridor typical of Tranquility. It’s not readily discernible which part of the ship this is, but for people who have been aboard for at least one month, perhaps one of these two faces is familiar. There’s a blonde man, perhaps in his mid-thirties or more, in an oatmeal-colored jumper and jacket. He’s got an earnest sort of face, but it’s hitched into bemusement as he’s clearly trying to discern what to do with the communicator. Over his shoulder, there’s a pale, gaunt-faced man looking vaguely annoyed at his shorter companion’s ineptitude, or perhaps he’s just impatient about remaining still to begin with. They’re both showing signs of wet hair, probably recently from the shower, which isn’t at all surprising given what everyone is waking up as. ]

Ehm... Hello, yes. Can anyone out there spare a moment?

We’ve taken the lift as directed to the first floor of the passenger area to try and find which rooms have been set aside for us. We’ve found a pair of rooms that open for us like the lockers but...

Well, it seems someone’s already settled into them. We’re not contesting anyone’s living space here, obviously, but we are rather tired and we’d like to know if there’s any open housing that we can access?

For reference, the rooms in question are first floor, 197 and 198. If you’re the owner of either of these, would you mind directing us to whichever rooms you were originally assigned? I mean, we assume there’s no doubling of numbers, so if that’s wrong, please correct us.

[ The older of the two gives a slight, pinched smile. Polite. ]

I’m John Watson, by the way. This is my colleague, Sherlock Holmes. On top of asking for a few answers, we’re also offering our help once we’ve had a moment to settle. I’m a medical doctor where I’m from and Sherlock is... well, if you’re from anywhere in London, you’ve likely heard of us both, actually.

Really egging on the ‘Hatman’ and ‘Robin’ comments so early in, John? I don’t understand why our kidnappers have left me the funny hat? What am I supposed to do, play a match of death frisbee with it?

Fanservice, perhaps? Go on, I know you brought it along - put it on.

[ Bit of a smirk forming on John’s face. ]

[ Obligatory eyeroll from the consulting detective. No, John. Just - no. ]

We’re seeking accommodations. Reasonably sized, enough for two men to co-habit together. Although, I am currently unaware of what counts as currency on this ship - there are a number of items that we’d be willing to barter for living arrangements.

Just to clarify, we’ll be needing two separate bedrooms. If that means two different flats, that’s fine. We’re not sure how this all works. Once we saw there was someone living in the rooms we’ve been assigned, we left, of course. Didn’t really get a chance to look around.

Actually, if anyone’s willing to just let us kip on their lilo at this point, that’d be fantastic.

That’s about it, I think. Cheers.

(( OOC: To clarify, John and Sherlock have lost their memories of the ship with the canon update! Don't worry, though, they'll have it back eventually. Both John and Sherlock will be replying to this post and possibly threadjacking each other. ))

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[ It's debatable, because John's not offering anything further than a steady stare. ]

Alright.

Is drug trafficking something that's common here?

[Heather is going to keep a very straight face, because somehow half the people she's chosen to attach herself to are carrying one thing or another. This is not how she was raised; maybe it's time to examine her life choices.]

Well there's... there no money here, really, so people just kind of trade whatever they brought with them. Sometimes that's drugs, sure, but I think mostly people are using them to barter instead of actually using them.

Plus, you know, it's space, and people here are from all over. It's a little ethnocentric to start expecting everyone to live by our rules.

I see.

[ The drug trafficking isn't the problem here, Heather. Suggesting it's going through he and Sherlock's systems is. Specifically Sherlock's, because he's supposed to have stopped. What's worse, John doesn't know what about this suggestion makes him so upset at her. It's confusing.

A sigh, eyes dropping. ]

I'm sorry. I'm very tired and, on top of all this mess, we've got nowhere to go at the moment. There's a man that looks quite a lot like someone off a television show telling us we've been here before. I'm guessing that's why you responded the way you did. Do you know us both?

[ Oof, right in the feelbads. That face. Okay, she gives. ]

Yeah. You guys have been around for longer than I have. We've never met in person, but I've seen you around. People speak pretty highly of you, dude.

[ high praise coming from someone with a nightmare-level fear of hospitals and medical doctors. ]

Sherlock I do know, just a little. He's... kind of intense. But hey, I guess the happy ending there is that those rooms really are yours.

[ He seems a little startled by this news. People speak of him? His eyes drop to his forearm, where John pulls up the sleeve of his jumper just a bit. SCI. He'd been thinking a bit of the medical aspect here, how many people there were. Once he met with Sherlock, though, other matters seemed more pressing.

At the mention of his friend's name, John turns his attention back. He doesn't notice it, but he lights up a little, a wan smile crawling over his lips. ]

That's one of the kinder things I've heard anyone say of him.

[ A bit of humor there. He glances toward something off screen, possibly the door. ]

I hope you're right. I'd really rather not try to camp in this hallway.

[ Aw, cute! By a miracle of self control, Heather manages not to say so out loud. She can't help returning the smile, though.]

The jumps do all kinds of weird stuff to people, so maybe that's why you two are all goofy. Listen, why don't you go into the room and have a look through the stuff in there? Maybe you'll see something you recognize. Handwriting, or something. And then you'll feel better until it comes back to you.

And getting yourselves to medbay couldn't hurt. I'm pretty sure you're not the only competent one there.

[ He thinks she's quite sweet, and it's probably apparent within the warmness of his tone. ]

With what everyone's telling us, it's definitely worth another look. We won't need to touch anything.

[ Not with Sherlock's keen eye here. ]

Doubt I'll manage to get this one back to medbay, but if this isn't all cured by a good sleep, we'll see.

Thanks. [ He means it. ] Just so I know now, what's your name?

Oh, right, he can just... do his thing.

[ she very nearly asks if his thing is still working, but catches just how wrong that would sound a half-beat before the words leave her mouth. ]

I'm Heather. Pleased to finally meetcha, doc.

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