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.

[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?

[rpondicus]

Takes less explaining, though.

[goodnotlucky]

Well, it's true. I threw a piece of fruit at a man in order to prove his innocence. An orange, in fact.

[renegadeprincess]

I hope it did. Otherwise it seems like an awful waste of food.

[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]

Oh yes. At least they went with something easily digestible.

[goodnotlucky]

Yes it did, and no it wasn't.

[And if you think he's just going to explain it any further than that, you've got another think coming.]

[goodnotlucky]

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

[renegadeprincess]

[Her curiosity's been sated on the matter. He threw an orange. It proved innocence. It doesn't seem relevant beyond that, so she doesn't pursue any further.]

The label they've chosen doesn't seem to be unappealing. Just because it was on a shirt doesn't make it cheap.

[womanwhobeatyou]

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

[goodnotlucky]

Or perhaps we'll both be floored by a deep and intimate knowledge of one another, become fast friends, learn to read each other's minds and go for tea and sandwiches.

[...okay, probably not.]

You're familiar with him -- no, not with. To. There's something there, isn't it? Well, that's marginally interesting. I suppose you must have seen him as a challenge.

[goodnotlucky]

Just uncreative. I do not relish the idea of being trapped inside an uncreative mind.

[womanwhobeatyou]

A challenge? [A smirk.] You mean how he's damaged, delusional, and believes in a higher power, in his case himself? Hardly. A fun game to play is more accurate.

[She gives him a look.] I could say as much for you, Mr. Holmes. Though it's interesting that you wear your damage a lot more obviously.

[goodnotlucky]

Dermal scarring does tend to be more visible. Thank you for noticing.

[Because clearly she's talking about his tattoos.

Clearly.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

That'd be the masochism showing, not the damage. [She gives him a long lingering look.] Handcuffs are your usual choice, if I were to hazard a professional opinion.

[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?

ahaha I'm glad! I couldn't pass it up

[absurdlysimple]

Er.

[He clears his throat and tries--tries being the key word--to look as natural and not completely flabbergasted as he possibly can.]

Miss Watson, I presume?

Oh, you should have seen Watson and Watson under the mistletoe...

[formersurgeon]

[She relaxes a little and smiles]

Yeah, that's me.

[Wait, what?]

How do you know my name?

[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.