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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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[doctorings]

[ that moment when holmes' eyes glaze over, watson thinks he's quite possibly lost him. that something more drastic will be required to make this psychotic idiot believe that he's here. his mind is running through options but then he's being hugged and. well.

he's being hugged by sherlock holmes.

and that is sort of a big deal. watson stands there, rigid and stiff, for those few startling split seconds. but then he's relaxing, easing himself into the embrace. this is even more unreal and he wonders how he's supposed to prove he's real when none of this feels like it's actually happening. but it is.

mirroring the action, his arms wrap around holmes, hands holding a little tighter than they should. fingers digging into the vicinity of his shoulder blades just to feel. and now that they're like this he can definitely note the weight loss and it worries him. not that he'll speak it, just rather take the steps to correct the misbehavior of the past four months.

soon. but for now he's actually going to allow himself the emotion of the moment. to let it sweep through and overtake him. there's a sharp intake of breath, he hadn't realized he'd been holding it. his heart is pounding heavily in his chest that he thinks he might have a heart attack. and if anyone would be the cause of it, it would most assuredly be the man before him now. the pain of the loss he won't ever forget but, he can set it to the side for now because sherlock holmes is here. right here under his hands.

if there's a slight dryness, a crack in his voice, it's surely just imagined, ]

I think it's been some time since you met with soap, as well.

[ and even though he smells like a certifiable barn, watson doesn't let go ]

[saidhe]

[ Five months, nearly. Five months, one spent living as a nomad across the Swiss countryside. Five months, a spaceship, a violent attack by some unnamed creature, and a particularly nasty bout of withdrawal, and Holmes had started to become resigned to the probability of his never seeing his partner again. ]

[ Nearly everyone else had come through. He had wondered, for some time, why Sherlock's John had made his way onto the ship, even though the two (John and Holmes, that was) had become good friends along the way. He wondered why it was that Irene, that Ms. Adler, that even, it seemed, Sherlock's Moriarty had somehow found his way onto this hellion devil's trap. But never Watson. Purgatory, he'd considered for a few blindingly idiotic moments, but he'd never particularly believed in a god; it had just been in the midst of withdrawal shakes so riotous they'd racked his entire body. ]

[ He still smelled clean, ever the military man, the prat. ]

[ But Holmes doesn't allow himself the indulgence for long; he never does. His embrace breaks off almost as soon as it's happened, and for a moment he doesn't speak, just opens and shuts his mouth and claps his hands against the man's shoulders. He is real. At least he feels real. That's solid shoulder beneath the palm of his hand, muscle and sinew and human being. ] Excellent, excellent, it appears you've survived after all. You've settled in, I presume? What sort of effects did they bestow upon you? Less paltry than my own, I should hope.

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Yes. But even those times are rare and somehow he manages to come across as unlikeable.

[ because even in those rare moments of sleep he's still a complete ass. but anyway, john. time to get down to brass tacks here and get this over with. ]

If you don't mind my asking, may I inquire who you are?

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Well...

[ whatever. he, personally, doesn't get the draw. but more power to you mz. adlar. ]

Whatever you see fit, in that case.

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No, it's certainly nothing you need to apologize for.

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[unparental]

...Who, me? No. Oh, god no. I can barely program the alarms on my phone and remember what I ate for breakfast last week, let alone stage mass kidnappings.

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[theblogger]

[ The reflex here is to apologize and assure that Sherlock's really not that awful, but then, who exactly is he talking to now? And after what Holmes has told him about where things had been left... Watson can have out as many insults about the man as he likes, so far as John is concerned. It's better to let them get out of the way.

There's a slow sigh through his nose for the question. Right, well, thanks for helping him beat around the bush and all, Watson. ]

You can ask, but I think you already know the answer.

[statsraaden]

You know what they say. The more, the merrier. Although I understand why you would not agree in this case.

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[jilt]

Have you spoken to our dear Mr. Holmes yet?

[goldshirt]

The number of doctors we have on board wouldn't be an issue if we didn't have regular injuries on board. Some months we have more than others.

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[agile]

[ sif cannot help but laugh, thinking of thor, that great oaf. ] Yes.

[ and now she understands that maybe this holmes is the thor to watson's sif. maybe he encourages them to fight frost giants, to do things they should not do, only because he loves him so. ]

He is my best friend. And quite the trouble maker. I am surprised he has not tried to overtake this ship out of mere boredom.

[testgasm]

I'd say so. Jumping to conclusions, if you'd prefer.

[starked]

Oh the horror. The Englishman Detective is lecturing me the American Billionaire on how my attempt was poor. I feel absolutely crushed.

[ eyeroll. ]

I wasn't going for accuracy, SH. Nor was I going for doing this well. I just wanted to make the other one sad. Or mad. Either or. Kind of won in that regard.

[starked]

Well.

Do you really want me to answer how mental I find you? Because I can. If you really really want to hear it.

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[starked]

Who is the teacher? Or are you too mad to tell me? Because that would make me sad and I'd have to dig for it and that's boring.

[ your xoxo's send the signal of actual fucking, sherlock. o o p s. ]

I've got time. A lot of it, actually and I'm dreadfully curious as to why he's talking about you like that.

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[starked]

[ nope, he can't sorry, watson. ]

And yet, you didn't tell me that until a bit after I started talking. Seems suspicious. I'm just saying. Maybe I was better than the others seem to think.

VOICE BUT SO FUCKING HELP ME IF THAT PERCENTAGE GOES UP AGAIN

[saidhe]

A gentleman never kisses and tells. [ Besides, it's not on the network so have fun finding that out. ]

[ what no shut up stop taking advantage of my pop culture antiknowledge ]

Talking about me as? A man intrigued by the idea of a ship in space, doused in thousands of years of anachronism and prospective new knowledge abounds? The scoundrel!

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[starked]

Hot for your teacher, that's cute. Female, right? Or- Don't tell me, you and Watson have a little Victorian homosexual engagement going on. [ screw you, holmes, don't make out with his daughter.

and ha ha ha, sorry no can do, taking advantage forever. ]

Was that supposed to be clever? Was that seriously supposed to be a clever rebuttal? That needs a bit of work, to be honest. I meant as if you aren't around him any more. You're supposed to be the bestest of friends.

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[adlered]

[ score one for irene. both john apparently can't even stand the sight of her naked. you shouldn't have let her find about this, john. she's never going to let you forget it. ]

Oh, so Irene and I can steal him for our own nefarious schemes? I suppose I can live with that. He needs a firm hand anyway and you clearly aren't up to the task if you won't even claim him. [ yeah, this entire conversation is most definitely ensuring that she's never wearing anything around watson. this is just fun. ] Of course he would, but your heart is too good to leave him out there. Because he might die.

[ she lets out a laugh. ] I do, and I happen to share a name with a woman you know who wears far more clothes and does rather enjoy playing with your Holmes.

Think.

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[adlered]

[ she shrugs with a smirk firmly in place. ]

Did he? I should have a talk with him about ruining my favorite surprise tactic. [ a beat. ] We did meet when I only had under clothes on, so I'm surprised you didn't make the connection sooner.

[adlered]

Perhaps I'd prefer not to have a napkin. I wasn't in your face this time, one might might have to wonder why you looked this time.

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[consulting]

There's quite a bit of similarity between John and you.
Evident in a number of things.
Did you need a blanket for your shock?
I offered John one, but I think he may have replied to that message with an eye roll.

Holmes may be fascinating but you ought to have imagined my surprise when he first arrived.


[ There's that openness garnered with Watson being John. In a sort of terrifying way. It's enough to earn John the next statement. ]

On the scale of things, people were mostly expecting
your version of us when we introduced ourselves with the
names of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

SH

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[swagneto]

An overreaction doesn't mean you'd need to be melodramatic over it. You sound like you're on the verge of a melt down.

[consulting]

I'm assigned to COM, I stalk the feeds.
You've chosen to be naked over them.

SH

[doctorings]

[ no, if it went on for too long, that would mean something was terribly wrong. and while, let's face it, holmes is just a bit self-indulgent, he isn't—they aren't—when it comes to affection. that's certainly just absurd, isn't it.

even so, even with that thought in mind, he still doesn't really move away or push holmes' hands off. instead he crosses his arms low and tilts his head, wondering what all he should say. some are too small and pointless of note; the hat and his walking stick sit out in the open so he needn't bother with those. ]

Settled as much as one can, I suppose. [ he makes an off-handed gesture toward the corner of the room ] They saw fit to give me Gladstone—which, if you ask me, seems a bit cruel.