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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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[ ALSO I MEANT DOESN'T not does. what is english and grammar??? anyway.

yeah, it's terribly loaded which is why he just moves along to the next thing. maybe soon he'll understand (not likely) but for now. he doesn't really know what to say. ]

How... long have you been here?

[ THEY'RE FOR THE WEAK THAT'S WHAT ]

A few months. And Holmes even longer than I. I'm surprised he hasn't had the entire ship down around our ears.

[ fuck the police!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Ah, yes, well... [ there's a pause and there might be a tiny teeny laugh. shhhhhhhhhfaksj ] Perhaps he has met his match, then.

I very much doubt he has a match. Apart from myself, that is.

[ modesty how does it work ]

And that's something you wish to claim?

[ but why, irene?????????????????? ]

Is it not already common knowledge?

[ because she can obviously. ]

Is it here?

[ but you're so smart and beautiful. why waste it on a smelly sack of potatoes?????? ]

In certain circles.

[ you know, holmesian circles. and neal. ]

Well...

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

Whatever you see fit, in that case.

Have you spoken to our dear Mr. Holmes yet?

Yes I've [ ah.. ] had the pleasure. [ so did his fist :) ]

Let's dispense with the formality, shall we doctor?

What do you last recall from home?

[ oh do they have to? the formalities he can deal with. this? this he cannot. or, rather, doesn't particularly want to.

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.

And as I know nothing of such events, I can only assume this took place after I was removed from the game.

[ an elegant way of saying killed. ]

[ ah. oh. welp. there's a long pause and then he clears his throat. ]

Yes. That would be... after. [ ... ] ...Yes.

Regrettable.

And what did I miss?

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