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ataraxion2012-05-07 10:13 pm
doctorings) wrote in ataraxion2012-05-07 10:13 pm
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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.
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.
voice;
[ whatever. he, personally, doesn't get the draw. but more power to you mz. adlar. ]
Whatever you see fit, in that case.
voice;
voice;
voice, private;
What do you last recall from home?
voice, private;
does he tell her she was dead? does she know? what form of discretion does he use in a situation such as this? does he tell her sherlock is dead? does she know? or, rather, is he dead??? he doesn't know any of this yet. this is troubling and he doesn't really... want... to do this. so, you know what? he's not going to. :) ]
I was at Reichenbach Falls. With Holmes and Simza.
voice, private;
[ an elegant way of saying killed. ]
voice, private;
Yes. That would be... after. [ ... ] ...Yes.
voice, private;
And what did I miss?