ouch, broseph. may be going to vatheon

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

I have but one question for you, Miss Mundane, and that question is thus: what, exactly, is the point? From what I've seen of your era, it revolves mainly around the glowing of bright screens of all shapes and sizes, zoning out thought processes for a quick fix of some form, things that most certainly do not do much in the way of legitimate mental stimulation, but seem instead bent towards the quick entertainment of the masses. The entire culture you're currently living in is rash and absolutely drunk on instant gratification. It's disappointing, to think radio waves and tele-vision waves have become nothing more than useless staples in a household, as opposed to doing some form of good.

You're wasting both your time and mine, Miss Mundane, with these little games of yours, and as long as absolutely nothing is actually being gained, physically nor intellectually, I cannot say I'm prepared to stand for it. You'll have to make do as is.

Of course, you might try, say, picking up a book instead, or perhaps trying your hand at an algebra problem or two. Anything, anything but wallowing in self-made stagnation, I beg of you!

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[trustissue]

Entertainment and mental stimulation are mutually exclusive, then, are they?

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

Almost entirely, it seems, in this ghastly point of time. Wouldn't you agree, -ah..

_Watson?

[trustissue]

Er, right-- About that.

I'd say this might be confusing, but, well, you're you, aren't you. Nothing's really confusing.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

...I'm certainly me, yes. But who have you become?

And where is your cane? You haven't lost it, have you?

[trustissue]

Heh, no, I... don't exactly need it any more.

Who have I become? I should be asking you that question.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

Me? Clearly you're the one who's ... leaped ahead.

_{[eyebrow raise.]}

[trustissue]

[Okay, he can't even argue with that one.]

Okay, to you, suppose I have. Er, this isn't the worst hobby, though. It's writing! Surely that's a bit mentally stimulating!

[givememymoney]

You might consider the old adage be careful what you wish for. She might have more planned for you.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

I'd much rather she spend her time doing something useful, or somewhat remotely interesting. This roleplaying business is not one I intend to involve myself with.

..That being said, what are you doing here, Watson.

[givememymoney]

[ Squinting. Oh the bitching. How he's missed it. ]

What exactly do you plan to do about it? It doesn't seem like you're getting much choice in the matter.

Talking to you, I would have thought. [ Have a smile. ] I think she's using me as a distraction to avoid embarking on the underground. Have you seen what they've done with it over the course of a century? Extensive, to say the least.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

Are you? Or are you, perhaps, perpetuating the problem?

_{[snappish there for a moment, but it's in jest. mostly.]}

I shudder to think what they've done to the city proper, let alone the underground. This era has yet to impress me.

[givememymoney]

Perpetuating the problem?

[ Go on. Seriously, bro: What? By what bizarre logic does this become his fault? ]

I'm not the one . . . attention-seeking.

[ He doesn't find this entertaining, no. Not at all. Derives no pleasure from winding Holmes up. Serious doctor face is serious. ]

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

Does your depravity know no bounds, Doctor.

_{[SCANDALIZED, KTHX.]}

Perpetually replying keeps two pairs of eyes staring at the screens sucking away their time and mental capacity-

Single-handedly keeping these young minds trapped, Watson. Have you no shame.

[givememymoney]

Must not.

[ Unimpressed. Utterly. ]

I don't think anyone could live with you and still have shame. [ With a Look. Are the dramatics over now? ]

[ofquestionablememory]

Planning to play tutor to play tutor to your poor, beleaguered writer, are you?

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

That certainly wasn't my intention.








...But. Even base lessons would be better than whatever she's wasting her time on now.

[ofquestionablememory]

((OOC: I have no idea why I seem to have accidentally turned Irene into a broken record. Ignore the second 'play tutor', pray. *facepalm*))

[You seem surprised to see her, Holmes. Or is there some other reason for that expression? Irene smiles minutely.]

You might more easily scare her off that way; these people are, as a breed, peskily resistant to logical entreaties. Or so I hear.

lmao I figured! at first I thought I was tired enough to read it twice.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

Well. It may or may not soon be an avenue I'll find myself considering.

Professor Holmes.

[ofquestionablememory]

And deviate from your custom-made avocation? That would be sure to put her off. You would be a terror on your students, I can only imagine.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

There's something in that, I think; yes, surely, Professor Holmes, teaching maths, sciences, literature and the scientific art of deduction.






..Now that I think of it, it occurs that she may actually enjoy such an exercise, instead of the opposite. It may very well be the first step to my own downfall.

[ofquestionablememory]

How fiendish.

[The stress she puts on the word is ever so slightly ironical.]

You must watch your step around this one, it's plain; I do hope she doesn't have designs on usurping my title.

And-- literature? What literature would you teach? I was under the impression that your specialties lay elsewhere.

[notjustasidekick]

It's useless, Holmes. Trust me.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

Nothing is useless, Watson. Haven't you learned as much by now?

[notjustasidekick]

These writers do whatever they wish in spite of what we say. Attempting to convince them to leave us alone is actually quite useless, old boy.

[modernholmes]

My mind rebels at stagnation, correct?