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[doctorings]

[ this is unusual at best, but john watson is the adapting sort. he has to when his best friend (arguably. loathing as he would be to admit it) is sherlock holmes. this is simply part and par for the course. for the most part, he has kept a low profile, asking questions to find out pertinent information. and even figured out how to use this little device. sort of. it's like a handheld typewriter. fascinating.

except he doesn't know it broadcasts out to everyone. w h o o p s. ]

The imagination is a powerful tool.

Except I cannot help but wonder if this is less imagination and more hallucination. Last I remember, I was at home in the study and the next moment--as if reality itself had shifted--I was covered in an unidentifiable substance. Blue in color, nearly gelatinous in texture but washed away cleanly in the showers. No visible harm, no internal damage from what I can assess. Curious, really.

From what I have gathered this is a ship in space. Seems highly far fetched to me. How is a ship able to move through air and no water? Something does not ring right about this place, as if a mystery is unfolding down each strangely dark corridor. Even some odd demon-like possessions as it were. Surely a place worthy to keep Holmes busy for at least a week.

[ on the other end of the device—and he'd INHERENTLY disagree if anyone saw. but there's almost a nostalgic sort of smile that passes over his lips. but then it's gone nearly as quickly as it came. ]

Too bad you have to miss this, old chap.

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That's what I'm afraid of.

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[ no just kidding. he has no opinion of neal at all. not yet. in due time, though. ]

Yes. ...How is it that nearly everyone seems to know me... if I may?

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[ ...no. no. how does that make any sense at all??? ]

Have I? No, I cannot say that's... Why are you asking? [ has holmes been telling people he's hydrophobic so he doesn't have to bathe!? because that seems likely. ]

[ Still not here ]

[theblogger]

[ ...'Surely a place worthy to keep Holmes busy for at least a week.'

Holmes.

Of course his eye catches upon the name, just as his ear had when it was spoken to him by a scruffy, battered man with the ragged edges of a meathook's departure still evident in his chest. The name 'Holmes' has become associated with this sort of man, but it's been a developed thing. It's possible that whoever it is could mean Sherlock, but the way it's typed implies a sense of intimacy, and there are only two possible people who John knows capable of the expression... And he's never been given over to the thought of Lestrade being a secret romantic -- or without the rudimentary knowledge of how things float in space, for that matter. ]

THERE'S LIKE A FEELINGS BOMB GOING OFF HERE IT'S OKAY everyone under the desks

[saidhe]

ah, and humbling as ever, doctor.

[ Or cross? Angry, even? But he's replying, which is a good sign. Better than nothing. It's been too long since he's had to pontificate on the idea, of where he'd left the two of them, before he'd been rudely shoved onto this ship. It's been several months without Watson - without his Watson, he should say, which doesn't lessen John any but he feels the need to make a distinction between them - and he hasn't a clue how long anything has been for the doctor. ]

[ Judging by the weight of his prose, he can begin to wager guesses. But it's mere conjecture. ]

[ It's only after a manner of hesitation (uncharacteristic) and pause (nerves), before he makes his way straight to the room in question. The walk is brisk and hurried, as if it's before he can convince himself differently. He's come a long way from hiding behind grav beds in anticipation of seeing a familiar face there and quite cross with him. ]

[ And his knuckles wrap sharply on the door. ]

voice;

[jilt]

So overdramatic. This is hardly insanity.

[ irene can afford to be blase. she's been here too long. ]

It's some manner of ship, I'm told.

voice; locked 20% fuq u u showoff people used to throw poop in the thames

[saidhe]

[ also mad at you brb ]

And the most technology we've previously is a damned telegram; these devices are a step or two or twenty beyond my own grasp, let alone his.

To tell the difference won't take long at all, but it's a matter that you can't begin to understand, let alone one to make light of.

[ Someday it will be here ]

[theblogger]

[ Assuming it is Holmes, the name he's come to associate with dark eyes and uneven fingers that twiddle the violin like a girl worries her hair (fingers of a man who has fought for years and with scars to prove it), the list of possibilities are short. One, really.

'Too bad you have to miss this, old chap.'

Come on, John, everyone else has reached the right conclusion. Selective ignorance is really not very becoming. Sherlock would have something nasty to say. ]

private;

[jilt]

So perhaps this is why your Holmes specifically made me promise to wear clothing when he and I met.

[ SO MUCH AMUSEMENT how narcissistic is it if she says irene is her favorite... ]

[ Today is that day; TEXT ]

[theblogger]

[ In the end, he settles on something useful. ]

Gravity is what keeps things stuck to the ground and gives them weight.
There's no gravity in space, so everything in it floats.
Otherwise, how do the planets stay up in it?

[consulting]

Afghanistan or Iraq?

SH

[ trollface.jpg. ]

LOCKED TO CAST - minus jim, because he's a boob.

[consulting]

Blanket.

SH

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[ sh. alright. it doesn't take a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist to figure this out. ]

And you must be the other one.

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If that's the case, you figure it out.

[ god he is so not in the mood for this. ]

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[ you know what? this is like the very first response he's gotten that a.) hasn't mentioned holmes and how they are annoyingly two of them, b.) two of himself and c.) a naked woman. so. he appreciates this. even if it is... him...self.... saying it. whatever.

also this is BRAND NEW INFORMATION to a simple, humble doctor for 1891. did they know about planets back then? is the world round??? fuck it is too early for my brain to work. i'm sorry. ]

I see. Then I suppose one could beg to question how do they stay in place, if that's the case.

there's a bomb about to go off in holmes' face

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[ of course he's replying. if he's going to ignore holmes, he'd prefer to do it in person. if this is actually him. which he knows it to be true, deep in his heart. a multitude of different things race through his mind—how to feel, how to react, what to do. he's never really wanted a drink as much as he wants one now.

but, instead he sits in his assigned room. fingers pressed against his eyes, his temples and just simply thinks. maybe this really is some horrible nightmare. but why can't he wake up?? (never mind the fact that even in his dreams he would still wait for holmes.)

thankfully, the knock comes and interrupts his swirling thoughts. he waits, though, just staring at the door. thinking that maybe this is some awful trick. no. that's just stupid. squaring his shoulders, watson gets up (quietly tells gladstone to stay silent in the corner—await his signal if things go wrong [because it's clearly good to have a cavalry]) and he's at the door in a manner of a couple strides.

there's no mistake when he opens the door that it's him. for a split second there's nothing. no reaction at all—just silence and a blank stare. and instead of just slamming the door back closed, he rears back and punches him

right

in

the

face.

shaking his hand out, he pushes the door open completely and turns back into the room. ]

Do come in, won't you?

john DICKSON more like

[saidhe]

[ There's the split second after the door opens where Holmes sees the hit coming - sees the lines in his face, the coil to his fist, the subtle way his shoulder rolls back before a blow. He knows body language, and he knows incredibly well when John Watson is about to throw a well-aimed punch, and he- lets it strike. ]

[ Harder than he expects, even when he calculates the taut muscles underneath his clothing, the practiced punches he's given plenty a foe before, and his head rears back - he has to clutch at the doorframe to keep from stumbling. There's probably a large part of him that feels that's very well-deserved, and so he doesn't say a word otherwise, just quietly and gingerly pinches his fingers against the bridge of a likely broken nose and steps into the room with a faint nod as instructed. ]

[ There's already blood starting to sluice down his face when he breaks into a cheeky - if tired - smile. ]

Always nice to see you, Watson.

[consulting]

He can't hand you a napkin via text.

SH

VOICE

[consulting]

Tony, how rude of of you to impersonate Sherlock Holmes. [ A scoff. ]

[consulting]

I see your knack of stating what is utterly obvious hasn't changed within the centuries.
Is calling you Watson adequate?

SH

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We all have someone, don't we? [ ahahahfwlerkflawrgk ] No, I suspect he will be more trouble than help.

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I believe in a situation such as this, dramatics are perfectly normal and acceptable. Especially when faced with two people whom—

[ whom you know to be dead. but hhhh it seems weird saying that. so he simply does. moves on. ]

Ah, yes. That is what I have heard. Can't say as I understand how it's possible, but, seeing is believing I suppose.

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[ oh good god. it's going to be like sherlock in stereo. he tried to be a good, wholesome person, so why (why) is he meant to endure such hell on earth. or a floating barge in space. ]

And I see that you also stating the obvious right back in a manner to make someone feel utterly ridiculous hasn't changed either.
Yes, that's fine. Sherlock, if I may?

[consulting]

Perfectly adequate.

Well, to be absolutely impartial -
they wouldn't feel ridiculous if they were keeping up to the conversation.
You employ quite the embellishments with your writing.
No wonder people think we're gay.

Has anyone given you the welcome kit?

SH

why you gotta bring dicks into this

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[ he suspects holmes knew it was coming. there's nearly no way he wouldn't—the man is literally, constantly, five steps ahead of everyone. if not more. and the fact that he lets it happen. well. certainly speaks volumes, doesn't it?

watson is thankful for it, in his own tightass victorian british sort of way. one punch was all he needed and he can feel the aggression seeping out. not fully, no, but enough that he doesn't feel like a venomous viper ready to strike when he looks at holmes.

not that he really is looking. it seems strange, unnatural. yet almost as if it's the most natural thing in the entire world. holmes and watson. together again. it didn't seem possible. yet here they are.

with a heavy sigh, he turns, holding a handkerchief (are these on the ship?? idefk. whatev) out to wipe up the blood. ]

Continuously a pleasure, Holmes. [ now he's looking and... noticing things. like how much of a mess he is. ] How long have you been here?

[ neutral start, yes? ]