regarding far-flung future app plans for ataraxion

[beperpetual]

To put it simply: no. And with more clarity: no, I refuse to go live aboard that... thing.

And no, I don't care they're multiplying like rabbits left unattended, I additionally refuse to--

...three of them, really?

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Okay I can't resist...

[womanwhobeatyou]

Three of whom?

[beperpetual]

It's a plague of Holmses, I'm afraid to say. Nasty business.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[For a moment she looks surprised. And then Irene just... laughs.]

I wasn't aware that there were more than two in existence.

[beperpetual]

Scads and heaps running about causing chaos, from what I understand.

[ now that's a familiar unfamiliar face, somehow. ]

If you don't mind, ma'am-- your acquaintance with Mr. Holmes is...?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Now that is a very complicated question. But you may call me Miss Adler.

[saidhe]

And hardly a supervisor in sight. If at all, they're vastly outnumbered.

Honestly, mother hen, you'd lose your head.

[thrown]

I'm quite sure John has better things to do then supervise.

[saidhe]

I wouldn't dare leave him solely to such menial tasks.


There's the cooking as well, of course.

[thrown]

Mr. Holmes, should my husband arrive in space I do not wish for him to replace the kind Mrs. Hudson. He's your [ a trite sense of distaste in the back of her throat. ] best friend not your hand maiden.

[saidhe]

[ ugh 'husband' GROSS ]

And he's a doctor, damn it, not my nanny. [ The hand maiden is questionable, though - he looks thoughtful for a moment. ]

The fact therein remains that his housekeeping skills are impeccable. They shouldn't be wasted, you know.

[beperpetual]

Your concern for my well-being is touching, Holmes.

All right, out with it. What have you done in my absence, now? I should know which letters of apology to begin early.

[ but john you're not going to space remember. ]

[saidhe]

Only the best, for the best, good man.

[ Regardless, Holmes is opening and shutting his mouth, giving a careful consideration of the question at hand before his eyes narrow in a parody of a man most confused by what he's being asked. ] A clear definition of what may constitute as having been 'done', if you will. It's been some time, and some of it's just plain escaped me by now. Watson, I daresay it's been quiet in your absence, actually!

[beperpetual]

Don't twist words around and play with them, I'm not in the mood for the usual games-- out with it. Larceny, imprisonment, destruction of property, general mayhem? If I'm to be smoothing it all over, a bit of scope beforehand would be helpful.

...for once. [ that was not under your breath bro. js. ]

[saidhe]

Destruction of property really is such an ambiguous area to touch in upon - after all, with such objects being inanimate, they can hardly inform you as to their predetermined intended uses. Is a bed really a bed just because someone calls it a bed?

[ He innocently glances his nails over. ] Honestly, it's just a bit of gardening here and there.

[thrown]

Three of them, you say? I would never wish that upon anyone.

[beperpetual]

Nor would I, Mary.

[ gross sappy lovepuppy faces for you, madam.

or john's version thereof. ]

[thrown]

You're going to have to be very careful John. Take something for the potential headache.

FIGHT ME.

[observe]

Four, perhaps.

[beperpetual]

...dear god. There's another one of you, wandering about?

[ his life is SO HARD also at least you are in clothes. he supposes. ]

[observe]

And there's another of you. [ trite smile. pulling out his iphone. ]

Though, I'd have to say - I was expecting something more ...

[ a beat. ]

curvaceous.

[beperpetual]

Your-- version's gone to seed, then?

[ ew gross, other!him.

TELL HIM ABOUT THE BOOBS PLEASE. ]

[observe]

If that's a euphemism, I'm not quite sure if it's one she'd enjoy. But, yes. Joan Watson, indeed.

i apologise.

[zordaar]

Ah. Common ground.

[WELP.]

[saidhe]

Four?

[ Carefully leans back, glances over. ]

Four.

[observe]

You could count cheekbones as .5 if you're inclined to take decimals. Then it'd be three, then it would all be a manner of how you feel about prime numbers.

[saidhe]

Fantastically, as a matter of fact. A three is so much more aesthetically pleasing than a four, a point of personal preference.

And the cheekboned ones in question are a bit on the, hm, smallish side.

[ but not the shortish one ]

[ but shut up ]

[observe]

Aesthetically maybe, but the intonations one uses to pronounce the other number is more appealing to the ears.

[ anything he lacks in height he makes up in forehead. but yes, buff sherlocks unite. ]

I think we should start getting name tags.

[saidhe]

Judging by those parameters, we'd need not rest until we had eleven Sherlock Holmeses scattered around in droves. [ "Eleven" is so nice-sounding, okay. ]

I wonder, then, what your designation might be. Sherlock and Holmes, and then. [ He gestures to Sherlock, opens a hand and carefully shuts it. ] The New York-ian.

[adlered]

You should be thankful it's unlikely it'll end up as five.

[ that's...not helpful at all irene. good show. ]

[beperpetual]

[ now why does that unfamiliar face seem so familiar. ]

...I should? At that rate, I could just be grateful there's not a thousand of them, all running about in my stolen waistcoats.

[gentleman_thief]

Three duplicates of the same man on the hunt for solving mysteries?

I have to wonder if they would work together or all attempt to solve the same things themselves.

[tigers]

I wouldn't be so certain that the ship can handle the weight of their collective egos. We'll drop right from the sky. Thousands dead. Great bloody mess. We may as well throw ourselves overboard now.

[spider_kisser]

Uh, what's your name?

[zordaar]

Wasting your breath.

[Hi. IT COULD BE WORSE.]

well i sure am late to the party

[jilt]

And leave your detective to his own devices? My, my, doctor, marriage has changed you.