Having seen Game of Shadows...

[insists]

I won't say I'm not surprised. I'd really have thought that Mr Holmes would have been far more to your tastes.

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[insists]

I do believe the good detective was speaking to me.

[intransigent]

Yes, and I was speaking to him. Please try not to state the obvious, Susan, it degrades your intellect. [even farther]

[insists]

[She takes a moment.] Well, the face may be different, but I doubt many could affect that egotistical tone half so well.

My name is Mary, Mr Holmes. Mary Morstan. I'll thank you not to forget it again.

[intransigent]

[Huh, why would... a girl expect him to recognize her...?]

Oh I see, so you're John's new one then. That was quick. I'll do my best, but quite honestly, you're all so difficult to separate--the success rate is astonishingly low.

[insists]

[She could just slap you.


But she'll smile instead. She'll leave the violence to John.] I'm certain our engagement will give you plenty of time to remember it.

1/2

[intransigent]

2/2

[intransigent]

[l o l that didn't happen.]

Engaged? You'd have to know him for more than a few days, first, and it seems unlikely that will happen considering that you seem to be verging on a psychotic breakdown.

[insists]

[yes it did and it was priceless.]

Not your Watson, Mr Holmes. [Not yet.] You pride yourself on deduction. Deduce which John Watson I am engaged to.

[intransigent]

Which John... Oh. The taller one--yes of course. I'll leave it to my... alternative self to remember you, then.

[insists]

Four letters. Two syllables. Hardly a challenge for the memory of the great Sherlock Holmes.

[intransigent]

[IS THAT A CHALLENGE]

I suppose there's a space somewhere that I could store it in, but from what I've seen of my other self's existence, nearly everything happens differently, so I doubt it matters.

[insists]

[She doesn't think you can do it.]

You'd really prefer him to remain with you and your adventures for the rest of your lives, wouldn't you? [There's no judging tone, she's honestly curious.]

[intransigent]

[Well he can--into the mind palace Mary goes.]

I don't expect him to. [That was his clinical-resigned tone because yes he would prefer it ;_;]

[insists]

[Oh, the cleverness of him.]


I noted to your counterpart, once, that he cared for my John as much as I did. [She smiles a little, relieved that, whatever else might change, Waston will still have Holmes to look after him.]

[intransigent]

[You better believe it.]

Really. What a strange assumption; to think that I have the capability to care for him at all. [He tries to keep that as under-wraps as possible, goodness Mary.]

[insists]

Without your skill, Mr Holmes, assumption is all I have to work with. [She lifts a finger to her lips, still smiling. Your secret is safe with her, Mr Holmes.]


I did mean to ask: my writer tells me your John doesn't have Gladstone with him.

[intransigent]

Yes, I imagine so. [~what secret?~]

Gladstone? No, he doesn't have any of that with him--he must have left it in the last century.

[insists]

[What secret indeed.]

Not it, who. Gladstone is John's dog, whom you are very fond of killing on a regular basis.

[intransigent]

What breed of dog is he? [So he can make sure that John gets another kind--the more differences the better.]

[insists]

You know John well. What kind do you think a man like him would prefer?



[trololololol <3 ]

[intransigent]

[8|]

A dog small enough to live in a flat but tough enough to compensate for that and aid in his everlasting quest for masculinity. Not a dog which sheds profusely, though, because he has to deal with patients. [That cuts out a lot of small dogs--leaving the more wiry-haired ones, out of which he pulls...] A bulldog, naturally.

[insists]

[She has to smile at the mention of John's masculinity. You are very good.] An English Bulldog, yes.