Homeless... for now

[overtly_covert]

My dear woman, the fact that you continue to presume that you could possibly do my own singular voice justice does not cease to astound.

I cannot argue that you must find significant allure to the thought given your own astoundingly dull life but that does not make you capable of "playing" me at all let alone in as absurd a surrounding as you've been contemplating. The mere notion that you could break down my thought processes in prose and expect it to be anywhere near a close facsimile to the truth makes me dreadfully concerned that you are not nearly as mentally sound as you may think.

[pause]

And will you please stop ogling photographs of myself and Dr. Watson? [he sighs, grumbling] I think I'd much prefer your ridicule of my being forced to ride a pony to being stared at in such a manner. It's highly unbecoming.

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[flatmatewatson]

Sorry? [He heard his name.] Do I know you?

[overtly_covert]

[One eyebrow raises and he regards the other man for a moment before smirking]

Indeed. I presume you're another Dr. John Watson. There seem to be quite a few of you around here. I'm beginning to feel outnumbered.

[flatmatewatson]

[facepalming commencing]

Oh no, not another...

[The world cannot survive with all of these Sherlock Holmes']

I wouldn't if I were you, there's two in this headspace I'm living in already.

[overtly_covert]

Yes, another... apparently. I've spoken with more than one of myself already and this one is quite enthusiastic about the prospect of putting me in one of her so-called games with another one.

[he rolls his eyes]

It's really quite exhausting. I can't imagine how anyone could possibly manage it.

[flatmatewatson]

Putting up with you? I'll agree to that. [Two or three putting up with each other? That didn't bear thinking about. Hopefully there was a Watson or two to balance it out.]

At least a game won't be boring, right?

[overtly_covert]

[He grunts thoughtfully... sort of. He still looks incredibly displeased by the whole idea]

That remains to be seen, doesn't it? No crime, as many of these games seem to be lacking, leads to no work. Unless, of course, you consider my attempting to find a means of escape work. There is a distinct possibility of my finding myself in a location with, dare I say it, nothing to do.

[he shudders at the thought]

This of course will simply lead to more of my own experimentation much to your chagrin, I'm sure.

[flatmatewatson]

[Watson almost shudders at the thought too. He knows what happens when Sherlocks get bored. The gun comes out and the walls get more holes in them.]

There must be something worth investigating. It can't be a sterile sort of game where nothing criminal ever happens.

[rockstark]

So that's what I'd sound like with a British accent.

... Good to know.

[overtly_covert]

[Blink blink... staaaaer]

Well this is certainly an unexpected development.

[rockstark]

Actually, as genetics go, the probability of it is something like one in forty-seven thousand. Read it in a biology journal somewhere, like ... I dunno, four years ago?