that's now two victims, two left out during a jump and unable to get to what should be remarkably easy safety, two members markedly on some lists with which we may be familiar.

so: concise accounts of all those who have noticeably gone missing, please. other than the obvious.

with numbers, if possible.
 
 
09 July 2012 @ 12:50 pm
[ irene adler is holding holmes' pipe between her teeth. it's perhaps a sign of her nerves that she isn't even the least bit smug about it, but that's nothing she'll admit to. ]

I'd like to talk to my Sherlock, if you please. And the good doctor as well. Though I do suppose I may as well invite the whole mess of you into this discussion, as you'll no doubt find your way into it regardless.
 
 
 
24 June 2012 @ 08:49 am
As pointed out in a recent transmission, there are some individuals here who resemble one another. There are others whose worlds are similar to others', while others still have worlds that differ radically.

The following is a survey designed to attempt to determine whose worlds are most similar to whose. As a full disclaimer, I am not a trained sociologist/demographist, nor do I claim to be. My credentials extend no further than merely dabbling in disciplines related to those and having studied the science of writing the census briefly when I was younger. Nevertheless, I believe this may be a useful diagnostic tool.

I would encourage everyone who sees this to take a look at others' responses. If you see something familiar, please discuss with the other individual what that similarity is; from there, please try to determine just how similar/different your worlds are.

This is completely optional.

The survey can be found after this break in the text. )
 
 
I've been here long enough to know that alternate and parallel universes exist. I can say with confidence that this ship holds multiple versions of the same person; for instance, there are three Sherlock Holmeses and three John Watsons. Naturally, each correspond with their own Sherlocks and/or their own John. As the months go on, it will be increasingly difficult to tell between myself and others, which is why it's handy to have our communicators. With each message, your unique number shows up underneath the initial post: this is a good way to ensure that you're talking to the 'corrrect' Sherlock (though know that we share our devices when the whim strikes us).

In short, stop being stupid.

Now, onto my initial reason for addressing the network: I have experienced several different memories that differ from my dopplegangers. Because of this, we can assume that there are subtle differences in behaviour, reactions and interests. Whilst we remain the same in many ways, those differences might end up defining us (which is frankly appalling, but then who am I to judge a 'thriving' civilisation of six months?). I am the third Sherlock Holmes to arrive, though my likeness is shared with only one. An intriguing phenomenon, but our memories are reasonably inconsistent.

I've decided to tell you about my stay on the island of Atia, though I intend to make it quick. I have in my posession the communicators we used to talk to one another. Whilst the connection to the network has been severed, a few things still remain, such as the guides thrown out to every new comer in order to save both time and effort. You may have gathered that this island is of a seedy virtue, and your impressions are entirely correct: we were forced into collars like animals, prodded and poked into actions one might not normally take were they under their usual inhibitions. As the strange little rabbit wearing a dress says, it was not a holiday.

And yes, I'm aware that both guides are incredibly hideous.
SH

P.S: A certain prosecutor has insisted that I put up a warning for those that are of a certain age and/or for those that have a weak stomach. Personally, I think 'don't be stupid' covered every base, but apparently one can't be too sure.


Transferring... guide.pdf

[ ooc: link is nsfw. sort of. ]
 
 
22 June 2012 @ 07:57 pm
[ And here's what Hatter's been up to, on-and-off, during the last two months. Turns out the one and only Camellia Senensis had already been growing in the garden; things had gone from there, and he'd managed to get a good amount of home-dried and fermented teas, fruits, and spices sealed up in jars, to be distributed to the, er... general public. A taste of home. Kind of.

Now, for the required advertisement:
]

TRANQUILITY TEA HOUSE
( tranquilitea, if you like )
directions.
officially open from lunch & supper hours
( 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM, 5:00 - 8:00 PM )
by the ship's clock
unofficially open all the time.
OFFERING: )
 
 
07 May 2012 @ 09:36 pm
Ay-up Tranquility! I hope you all had a cozy nap, but it's time to shake up that cranium.

Keep your eyes wide. Cheers! xx

S


 
Answer:|___________ (ENTER)
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Az bu dt pc ht rn fo ho hW
(ooc: Audio translates into (.... --- .-- -.. --- .. .--. .-.. .- -.-- ..--..)
Once you get the message in that, there's a part two... Hint is in the post. Another hint, it deals with past conversation between Jim and someone else. If you need help, OR JUST WANT THE ANSWER, Plurk me up. I'll post it on here soon, unless someone else figures everything out!

oop you saw nothing

SOLUTION: Morse code translates into... "How do I play?"
Next hint is "keep your eyes wide." Highlighting this post and you will see
Answer:|___________ (ENTER) If you know the answer to the first question [Which I hinted had to do with a past conversation...], your character will type "fair" and click enter. Doing that will trigger...

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Az bu dt pc ht rn fo ho hW

Now, what kind of code is that...? PLAYFAIR CODE! Translates into: "Ev er yo ne is sm il in gX")
 
 
07 May 2012 @ 10:13 pm
[ 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.