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

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[of-two.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[ 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.

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[awakenings]

Aren't you charming.

[ 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]

[ihavesomany.livejournal.com]

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

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

(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?

( text )

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[rote-augen.livejournal.com]

[turntechgodhood.livejournal.com]

( 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. ]