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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Mundane.

This is positively ridiculous.  I don't want to go anywhere! I am perfectly content at 221B.  

On the one hand, there's no one there.  Literally, there's nobody. I can sit and think for days on end and no one will pester me with eating or watching telly or 'help me with this completely obvious problem that I'm too dull to work out for myself.' 

On the other? It also means John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Molly and Mycroft aren't about.  And who else will keep me entertained.  They might be average, but I'm used to having them around. And what will become of them, if I'm not around?

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[consultingsociopath]

[Staring. Staring, possibly forever. Except not, because he has to point out the obvious.]

But if there's nobody there, you won't have anything to think about.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[This Sherlock is pouty and grumpy. And speaking very rapidly.]

Oh there's plenty to think about. Why is the place empty? Who lived there before? Why did they all leave? Why are they trying to repopulate it? Who is 'they'?

[consultingsociopath]

[And taking meeting another version of himself in stride, apparently. He must not be as new at this as this Sherlock is. Well, this version isn't going to be letting that on any time soon.]

Without a population, it might be difficult to answer those questions satisfactorily. Unless they've left a lot of material behind.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[This one isn't new to it at all. He's had a long meta conversation with himself just recently.]

It is unclear how much they have left behind. I will learn more when I actually enter the city. For now I have only seen pictures of it, and well pictures hardly tell the entire story.

[consultingsociopath]

[How... Curious.]

And if there's no evidence to examine, no clues to chase, nothing fresh, or different?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

It's not here and it's unlike anything I've seen before. That alone is fresh and different.

[consultingsociopath]

For five minutes, maybe.

[He so wants to ask if you are who you appear to be, because while the all the evidence points to that conclusion, it is completely impossible and wrong... And if he does ask, then he'll have asked, and that would never do.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He rolls his eyes, he knows what the other him is thinking.]

Why do you doubt?

[consultingsociopath]

[And he can tell you know. This is not going to end well.]

I don't.

[But he wants to, he really wants to, and he doesn't like wanting to disbelieve the evidence for reasons of personal satisfaction. It's irrational and sentimental and stupid, but the prospect of other versions of himself really bothers him.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs.]

Its rather elementary. You and I are not from the same specific point in time.

[consultingsociopath]

[A cursory scan of his face reveals that... No, there are some slight differences. Very slight, but still there.]

...Or reality. Unless you recall this meeting already.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He looks around and makes a broad gesture to take it in.]

I don't think that matters in this place. I mean if here I can know that I exist in someone else's head space, then it is entirely plausible for me to meet and have a conversation with myself.

[consultingsociopath]

Different 'head spaces' do equate to different realities, though. So far as we're concerned.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Wrong.

[He gives his other self a disgruntled look.]

Different head spaces offer different interpretations to the same reality.

[wealldosillythings]

Wait, did you...did you just include me? [MOLLY HARDLY EVER GETS INCLUDED, SHE'S KIND OF HAPPY OKAY so there's a bit of a smile spreading across her face]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I thought we already went over the "you count" bit.

[Which is about as close as he's going to get to saying, "Of course I did, why wouldn't I?"]

[consultingsociopath]

No; each reality may be similar, but still distinct. This place gives better proof of MWI than anything previously, and each mundane creates first an initial, then each subsequent, divergence.

[wealldosillythings]

Well yes, but...t-to be honest, I was fairly sure that was going to be the only time you ever said it. I'm, um, quite happy that I was wrong, though.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He presses his lips together and tilts his head in consideration.]

You were right too.

[wealldosillythings]

..How d'you mean?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs.]

There is but one reality. What is divergent is how observant one's writer is...

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

We shared a bed and you haven't figured it out yet?

[And by 'shared a bed' he means she didn't kick him out. This is also his way of saying 'I still trust you.']

[wealldosillythings]

Shh!! Not so loud! [People might get the wrong idea! Molly flails for a second before the subtext sinks in] Oh. Right.

...I don't know whether to say 'thank you' or 'you're welcome' to that. Heh.

[consultingsociopath]

Many Worlds Interpretation implies otherwise. Of course, if you're a Copenhagenist, you'd disagree with me-- but then again, you couldn't, or you'd be stepping on your own point.

The fact that we do disagree proves my point.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He smiles softly when he notices Molly gets it.]

I think you just said both, so we'll call it covered.