The muse came at me like a freight train.

[goodnotlucky]

...disappointed. I am disappointed. A cornucopia of referential choices before you, and you pick something I wore on a shirt. This does not bode well for the future of our relationship.

Personally, I would have gone with 'deductivefruitening.'

Still, here I am. You've got me, for however long that's going to last. I've noticed you don't have a particularly good track record hanging on to new 'muses,' on top of which you're already wrangling this -- slightly taller, broodier version of myself. Think you can handle the two of us at once with any sort of regularity? And what am I meant to do in the meantime, while you slowly and quite possibly painfully work your way toward the answer to that question?

...talk to myself?

Comments

[rpondicus]

deductivefruitening sounds like something from that show... Invader Zit, or Invader Sim or whatever it was.

[goodnotlucky]

It sounds funny. Which is at least a little bit better than taking your ideas from clothing.

[rpondicus]

Takes less explaining, though.

[renegadeprincess]

Your suggestion sounds a bit silly. Unless that's why you enjoy it so much.

[goodnotlucky]

That's part of it.

[renegadeprincess]

And the other parts?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Do talk to this "slightly taller, broodier version" of yourself, Mr. Holmes. I'm certain the mundane would be interested to know how that particular fight will end.

[goodnotlucky]

...you're certain it would be a fight?

[womanwhobeatyou]

I'd doubt you'd work well together. You'd both be too busy trying to be impressive.

[formersurgeon]

You're stuck with something from a tshirt, and I'm forever referred to as the ex-doctor. I don't think muns really care much about our opinions.

i'm so sorry

[absurdlysimple]

[Wait.

What?]

Surely, you cannot be...?

Ha! It's fine, I interact with alt!Watsons all the time :)

[formersurgeon]

I can't be what?

[goodnotlucky]

The difference being, Watson, that yours is an integral-if-unfortunate part of your life, and mine is something I pulled out of a bargain bin.

[formersurgeon]

With a sentiment that you doubtless share.

[ideduce]

Well, if I insist.

[goodnotlucky]

Didn't insist. Suggested. Although, I suppose, any chance for a storm in a maddeningly calm sea.

[ideduce]

In our line of work, it is often that the two become interchangeable. As for the storm, I always find it welcome. Lest Watson withdraw her metaphorical spade in search for more depth in our person.

[babysit]

Wouldn't be a first.

[ Joan doesn't clarify which part. The being disappointed, things not boding well—

Sherlock talking to himself. ]

[goodnotlucky]

And it is not likely to be a last. Life does have a way of repeating itself, whether we like it or not.

[babysit]

Do you at least find yourself thrilling company? Or have you boarded the one-Sherlock-is-enough train with the rest of us?

[deduce]

You should give me more credit. Talking to oneself can lead to some very interesting outcomes.

[goodnotlucky]

And God knows there's only so much interesting to be found in this wasteland. So far, talking is all I've had... though they do keep threatening to send me somewhere.

[deduce]

Try being stuck in the same unimaginative mind for just over two years - then we'll talk.

_{[ Wherever you might go, Holmes, it's probably better than amat. ]}

[unified]

I've found that patience often works in your favor.

Especially with indecisive minds.

[goodnotlucky]

And I have found that given enough time, indecisive minds often become more indecisive. Give 'em enough rope, they'll spend hours deliberating over the variety of knot with which to hang themselves.