Ah, my dear mundane.

[logic_above_all]

So we have made the crossing together. You are somewhat tardy in that regard, but you have performed in an exemplary manner in this regard.

Now, I require mental sustenance! Find me something to do, at once.

[He picks up the newspaper, raising an eyebrow briefly]

I require nothing else. Do begin now.

Comments

[halfbloodalways]

My typist wishes me to express her... excitement over seeing playing you with this particular actor.

[logic_above_all]

Ah, flattery. Well, I suppose I should pass on my thanks for such and felicitations for her future endeavours.

[He says it all as if it's such a burden.]

Oh Brett, my fav Sherlock.

[nothalfasgently]

So you trust yours not to just toss you off at the first haunted Chinese chippy they come across, then?

Still the best, I say :P

[logic_above_all]

[He looks at him for a moment, strongly wondering about that]

Yes. I do.

He'll always be Holmes in my heart.

[nothalfasgently]

Wish I could say the same for meself, mate.

[logic_above_all]

[He gives him a look that suggests there are many things he would rather be, up to and including Mary Queen of Scots, than be called someone's 'mate']

Well, detective, that is entirely between you and your ad-hoc deity, isn't it?

[nothalfasgently]

[Things could be worse, Mr. Holmes. He is a Geordie; he might have called you 'pet'. He might still do.

John look slightly stunned underneath his mop-top.]

Now how did you know I were CID?

[logic_above_all]

[A brief smile appears on his face]

A great deal of experience with your ilk, sir.

[nothalfasgently]

Get hauled in a lot you mean?

[logic_above_all]

[He steepled his hands]

Frequently indeed, sir, though I suspect in ways you do not consider with your statement.

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, at your service.

[nothalfasgently]

[John rolls the phrase 'consulting detective' around in his head a bit.]

Oh: you're an informant.

[logic_above_all]

Yes, just as you are a gum-chewing flatfoot, of no particular note.

[Because interpretation can be done by both sides.]

eeee, jeremy brett. as others have already said

[ofquestionablememory]

[Well now, that is something new and interesting. And different, gracious. Irene gives this iteration of Sherlock Holmes a long, searching look.]

That is very imperious of you. But I am quite confident you will find something to stimulate your great brain, Mr. Holmes, regardless of whether or not it is your writer who acquires it for you.

And I am always pleased to see a well played Irene.

[logic_above_all]

[And for his part, he pays close attention to her as well.]

How fascinating. A variant of the woman. Younger, but I suspect no less astute.

[ofquestionablememory]

I could hardly say about any other variants of myself, but I am astute enough to serve myself well. [beat] And you, more often than not.

[logic_above_all]

[He smiles]

Doubtful, Miss Adler, doubtful indeed. You will, of course, forgive my highly justified skepticism as to the notion that you serve anybody but yourself.

[ofquestionablememory]

The two have been known to coincide on occasion.

[But you'll hear no denial from her. She continues her curious assessment of him.]

The Sherlock Holmes I know could take a lesson from you in matters sartorial; I don't think I've ever in my acquaintance with him seen him looking quite so neat.

[logic_above_all]

[That gets an arched eyebrow]

Keeping neat means a few less distractions from one's work. Of course, I cannot speak to my methods across the multiverse.

[ofquestionablememory]

I suspect he might say quite the opposite. But then, I'm not the expert.

[logic_above_all]

[He smiles, briefly]

A statement I will also not take at face value, if you will forgive me.

[ofquestionablememory]

[Eyebrow. At least the general attitude of dubiousness is the same.]

I'm not the one who lives with him; I expect in regards to personally-held views and habits, there is only one expert of note on Sherlock Holmes.

[logic_above_all]

[He chuckled, briefly]

Indeed you are correct. Now, the question becomes: 'what scheme are you participating in?'

Or perhaps you merely wish to match wits again. If so, I declare that this time, it will result in your imprisonment, Miss Adler.

/grabby hands I love you and him

[unnaturalpause]

You will find that, wishing such things of your, mundane is asking for either extraordinarily exciting venues or ones not much better then your normal day to day routine with the occasional bout of excitement and mystery.

I am so ludicrously happy to see him played.

[logic_above_all]

[A brief smile flits across his face]

Thus is the fate to which beings of our intelligence are set, is it not?

[And he's paying very close attention to you.]

Machinery, under the clothing. For purposes I actually cannot divine. Fascinating.

The feelings mutual! I just had to throw him at you when I saw this

[unnaturalpause]

[That gets him a smile in return.]

Precisely so.

[Oh he's totally used to that and is rather enjoying it really, sitting back to let you figure that out.]

No? That is interesting, considering where it is, positioned on my body, I thought you may have an idea.

I want to throw all the characters at you. And the bit of me that wants to rp a Tesla is kicking

[logic_above_all]

[He chuckles for a moment, almost shrugging]

There is what I suspect, then what I would say were I asked about such. I suspect the world is not ready for what I believe that equipment is for.

It is beyond the ken of modern humanity - and I would wish to inspect it further before I make a conclusive definition. Regardless of the specific purpose, the general purpose - to keep you alive - seems obvious.

The question is what condition, in a more specific sense than the cessation of existence, it prevents.

You're more then happy too! I need to get him out more besides my games. And Tesla is like that xD

[unnaturalpause]

The world is not, no, at least not our world, well rather worlds so to say.

And it is indeed, though hardly much more then your time, in when it was produced, this, part of it at least. [He touches his chest before nodding. This is an awful lot like talking to himself, it's refreshing.]

As for what it prevents? Merely old age. More specifically the physical aging of my body. Though, some places you will find, do that on their own.

Well, you're doing a grand job of him - where do you play?

[logic_above_all]

[He raises an eyebrow for a moment, then his face is once again impassive]

Fascinating. The preventing of old age...it appears the fountain of youth mythology was both correct and incorrect at the same time. [He chuckles, briefly]

I deduce, therefore, that your world - for the existence of multiple realities is undeniable at this point, even to the most capricious of minds - has some rather different parameters than my own. Specifically referring to what one would term the 'supernatural'.

Thank you! And I play him (or some version) at Paradisa, Distant Skies and Taxon

[unnaturalpause]

Indeed, though I imagine there are some parts of my world that, may prove that myth true as well. [He grins though at that, nodding again.]

Again correct, and you are more, understanding of such things as compared to another with abilities as our own. My world does indeed, house beings, that others label supernatural but in my own world are part of the natural order of things.

Just apped another character to Paradisa, actually.

[logic_above_all]

[He chuckled, shrugging eloquently]

I can only surmise, of course, without direct evidence. I would be lying to say I were not greatly desiring seeing said evidence with my own two eyes.

Who did you app? I'll grab CR with you one way or another there lol

[unnaturalpause]

[That gets him a shake of his head before he tilts his head slightly.]

Indeed, it is difficult to believe such things until you see it for yourself. Unfortunately the only evidence I can offer is my own blood.

Jack O'Neill - and I brought a Sam Carter with me :P

[logic_above_all]

Something I would, of course, not ask for. My world is certainly not ready for the knowledge of such things.

handsofasoldier from LJ and still adores you

[theblogger]

Finished things up at the Nexus, then?

[ Leans over the back of his own chair, arms crossed beneath him. He looks a little weary, but he's eager, as always, to hear accounts of his friend (or close enough) if he's willing. ]

And you are still beyond kickass.

[logic_above_all]

[He sighs]

No, but I am to be sent to the Nexus here. Something to do with the mundane's distate with the previous administration of 'the site' as it were.