TEXT | SHERLOCK | CASE OO1

[consulting]

BORED!
Give me work. Give me problems.
My mind rebels against this stagnation.
Give me a puzzle. Or mystery.
Either will do.
Just. Give. Me. Something. To. Solve. Tranquility.
I need the mental stimulation before I result
to drinking the liquid from the grav pouches.

SH.


[ You get another text really shortly after the last one. ]


I would kill everyone of you for a cigarette. SH

Comments

text;

[of-two.livejournal.com]

PICTURE

[consulting]

text; threeeeeeadjack

[anomalyse.livejournal.com]

i don't know whether to be impressed you just gave him this equation or that he actually gave you the right expression.

[ *A* ]

( voice ) hi.

[flares.livejournal.com]

[ You know, he was just thinking about this earlier. ]

You too?

[ text ]

[anomalyse.livejournal.com]

:(
sorry mate.
also i wouldn't drink that if i were you. looks a bit unsavory. and blue. honestly i'm more worried about the blue part than anything else.

[consulting]

Gatorade is blue.
Do your research.

SH

[ text ]

[starked]

are you actually bored enough to ask an entire ship full of people who will tell you to solve the mystery of how we got here.

or alternatively how that liquid tastes.

...you know what, go drink it, i'm actually curious to see what will happen.

[ text ]

[handsofasoldier.livejournal.com]

Please don't enable him.

text

[consulting]

Dull. How we got here is not important.
It doesn't matter if we've arrived here via particle transference
or if we took a bloody cab and went round and round the garden
to get here. that isn't the mystery.
the bigger one cannot be solved without sufficient evidence.
w/c the crew has yet to be able to provide.
so until evidence does resurface
that blue liquid is the most appealing thing on this ship.

SH

text;

[awakenings]

Aren't you charming.

text [1/2]

[consulting]

Glad we both agree. SH

[ Voice/Filtered to Sherlock ]

[handsofasoldier.livejournal.com]

[ John's got that low voice that he gets just short of shouting, and trying to hold back. ]

Are you out of your fucking mind?

You don't antagonize a boatload of people who are already half over the edge, Sherlock.

[ 'Sherlock' seems to be a substitute for another word. Like a euphemism. ]

Do we really need enemies in the first week?

[Text]

[hagyjbeken.livejournal.com]

If you find cigarettes, please be so kind as to share where you got them from. I'm going absolutely insane without nicotine.

[ text ]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ the rest of that transmission is ignored in favour of what is obviously the most important bit: ]

I have five cigarettes remaining. give me your best offer.

[Text] Sorry for threadjack, but to her interests

[hagyjbeken.livejournal.com]

I will do just about anything for two of them, hell, I really mean anything this time.

Re: [ text ]

[consulting]

My soul, under the presumption that I have one.

You may take my flatmate.

[ text ]

[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

[text]

[ihavesomany.livejournal.com]

The ship itself is a mystery. Thought we'd established that.

[text]

[consulting]

The ship? Hardly.
It's fueled by whatever science it needs to function.
The mystery isn't in how we got here or either.
It's more so; what they're expecting us to do.

SH

so it begins

[uncodlyawwesome]

howw the fuck are you bored
havvent you seen the size a this fuckin ship i mean cmon
its a fuckin reef a mystery
go fuckin explorin or somethin

hey i got an idea
fuckin go find me a coddamn bottle a hairspray
or a sewwin machine im supposed to be lookin for one a those

solvve those fuckin mysteries

I'M SORRY. MUN LOVES TROLL TEXT! 8D Sherlock disagrees

[consulting]

I realize there must be something wrong with your keyboard.
So I've taken the liberties of editing your message for you.
No need to thank me.
SH

DOCUMENT ATTACHED

how the fuck are you bored?
Haven't you seen the size of this fucking ship I mean come on
its a fuckin reef a mystery I won't bother correcting this, you probably don't know a proper mystery if it hit you in the face.
go fucking exploring or something

hey, I've got an idea
fucking go find me a god[space]damn bottle of hairspray
or a sewing machine I'm supposed to be looking for one a those

Solve those that fucking mystery

(audio)

[statsraaden]

Hello. I'm sorry I'm not up to typing yet, but I'm bored too, despite involving myself in everything I can to help everyone.
All right, I have one.
It's bigger than the universe.
It's smaller than a photon.
It can escape black holes.
And when you eat it, you die.
What is it?

LATE REPLY IS LATEEE. | audio

[consulting]

[ Sherlock himself takes awhile to come to the conclusions ]

-- It.

[ A pause. ]

Well. It isn't anything is it? Hrm. Let me rethink.

( text )

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

TEXT

[consulting]

Mind if I bum one of you?
My patches are running thin.
SH

[audio]

[testgasm]

Puzzles! I love puzzles. I love, um...administering puzzles. Tests. I love testing. Shame we don't have any chambers around here; I'd set you up with the little black-haired human's Portal Device and run you through a couple, haha. Absolute mind-benders, if you get my drift.

Actually, here's a mystery for you, if you've got the time. It's called: "What happened to my body and how do I get back in it". Real brain-buster, I know, I know, but I figure the more humans and robots and...ah...extraterrestrials of indeterminate species we get on this issue, the better.

Audio | LATE REPLY IS LATE | I LOVE YOUR CR CHART

[consulting]

Well, clearly - to my knowledge everyone has adapted a human form. I'd suggest seeking out the assistance of my friend, John Watson. He's running a little Robot aid daycare. If I had more information regarding the case, however, I would take it. I meant that earnestly, as it is a mystery I want to see the answers too.

Administering Puzzles? Curious. Quite the number of people enjoy it, on this ship. We should form a club. [ Half sarcastically, he'd really enjoy it actually ]

Text

[rote-augen.livejournal.com]

TEXT

[consulting]

It is a problem. But a dull one.
Don't you lot have more entertaining things I can sort out?
SH

[turntechgodhood.livejournal.com]

Blargh. This took a while | TEXT

[consulting]

[ He looks at the text with enough disdain. Not you. :| ]

Trick question. The solution of which requires
extreme reexamining of the proposed problem.
Clearly there is a false statement.

SH

( voice )

[unparental]

I'd hate to see what you'd do for a Klondike bar.

[ says the woman who assaulted nearly everyone she met in the first twenty four hours with OH MY GOD WHERE IS THE ALCOHOL. ]

Re: ( voice )

[consulting]

I've never had them.
Sounds interesting.

SH