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[ 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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[ :c :c nooooo ]

And yet you've managed to figure out the text function and locks. Do I need to put the two of you on learning curve? Seriously you're supposed to be a genius, learn quickly.

Did you die? [ a beat. ] He said it cannot be so, I mean, it's either that or you just left him all alone to go to I don't know, China.

I am a genius, one who happens to have an excellent teacher. It hasn't come easily. It's a long way from typewriters.

[ sincerely, fuq u tony, xoxo ]

The story is long and arduous, and I'd hardly think you would be one to find interest in it. Though China is inarguably fine this time of year.

Whatever time of year it happens to be.

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.

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!

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.

So then you assume me a heterosexual. Though Watson washes my laundry time to time. [ He's not even going to garner that dig with a proper response, just a chiding follow-up on the joke. ]

Your question being so obvious that the joke therein was the obvious segue around it - not my best of them, no, but, well. [ Stop talking about things he wants to dipdodge around GOD ] Though I'd presume he's talking about me as if I'm not around because, so far as he knows, I've found myself violently deceased.

[ You can hear the smile in his voice, wide and cheerful and just that bit pained. ]

Which, if this still adds to the joke for you, by all means, continue.

I assume you to be bisexual. Saves me the trouble of having to pick for you. Also, didn't peg him for a laundry guy. Do the small woodland creatures help him? [ the lack of response is depressing to tony, let's be perfectly honest. ]

Meant for it to be obvious. If I wanted it to be hidden I would have been, subtle. But not exactly my strong suit. Oops. [ a beat. ha ha there we go. that's what he wanted to hear. ] But you didn't have a scratch on you when you came here, or so the gossip around the ship says. Which means. Not so violent. You faker.

[ and a smile on tony's end that is not necessarily pained but almost bitter. ]

Heard that faking death isn't a nice thing to do to a bro.

Bisexual. [ He repeats the word with a bit of marvel in his voice, like it's some new breed of exotic fish - the name making perfect sense but, well, the term is still very new age if he even recognizes it at all. ] Perhaps the pigeons and the rats when I'm not looking! London is such a long stride away from the forest. [ For a mind that sex hardly passes over, let alone something so silly as identity - especially one that's successfully directed him away from the matter of teachers and the like - there's really not much to stir up. ]

[ Speaking of stirring up, and wherein Tony does a much better job of things, judging by the careful shifting of Holmes' jaw visible even on the feed. He gestures to his right shoulder, eyes narrowing in scrutiny. ]

Well. Save for the- meat hook. [ His hand waves now, vaguely. ] Though is it a story time you're searching for? Doubtlessly it may even hold your attention for a moment or two.

You can have them delivered by train. Or carriage. Just saying. Also, if you keep saying the word it'll lose its effect. Bisexual. Almost like bicycle.

[ ...huh so that's where that came from. ]

In comparison I've got the cooler wound. And mine doesn't even scar. [ granted that's because it's always open, but details. ] Try me. I occasionally like listening to stories and maybe you'll be lucky and I'll stop buzzing around long enough to really listen.

Though at what expense? He'd already full access to Clarence. [ clarence is the turkey don't ask questions ] Or bipedal, I fully understand the intention - it's the conglomerate itself that's new.

Perhaps that much is true, but mine- moreover doesn't glow persistently whilst I'm trying to gain some sleep. Worse yet, a morning after some hearty drinking. Oh, that must be interesting. [ He's running his fingers thoughtfully across his chin. Presumably imagining a hungover Tony falling about and trying not to look at his own chest, probably more so thinking about waterfalls and names that start with M. ] Perhaps you might tell me the story behind your own, should we come to that choice moment you do so feel like sitting still long enough.

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voice; locked 30% people still do that!!! tony did it once.

voice; locked 30% stop bettering my filter just because you can!!! u butt

voice; locked 35% n o p e SUX TO BE U, SHERLOCK

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

VOICE 40% YOU'LL DO WHAT, HOLMES?

PROBABLY NOTHING BECAUSE LIKE HELL AM I LOWERING THE FILTER TO ONE WATSON CAN READ???

TONY CAN DO THAT THOUGH. ALSO HAHA YOUR THREAT IS NOW MOOT. 45%

OKAY SUPER RUDE, DO YOU WANNA THROW DOWN OUTSIDE THIS RING, OLD MAN

WHO ARE YOU CALLING OLD MAN YOU ANCIENT FUCKER. BRING IT ON

WOW ANCIENT, LOOK WHO'S DISCRIMINATING ABOUT MY ERA, LET'S THROW IT ON THE STONES