On not reserving fast enough, needing cross-canon CR and canon-reviewing solidifying the muse

[womanwhobeatyou]

You missed your opportunity, Miss Mundane. That's really all there is to say about it, isn't it?

But I will say it is comfortable here, and the game we are playing is interesting enough. All these little scenarios. I think I will stay a while. Just be a good girl and let me talk to someone other than John and Sherlock, would you?

Good, that's a dear.

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[profitableboron]

...Sherlock?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Holmes. The detective with the funny hat.

[profitableboron]

Isn't that twentieth century literature? "Elementary, my dear Watson"?

[womanwhobeatyou]

I suspect if you told him that, he'd be a bit surprised. Hard to text from then.

[profitableboron]

Wait, wait...you mean he's a real person where you're from?

[womanwhobeatyou]

As real as one can expect him to be. I take it he's a figment of some poor man's imagination in yours?

[profitableboron]

Yeah...yeah, an old series of books. Think there's one about a dog. That's been over a hundred years ago by now, at least.

[Did Sam mention he lives on the moon? No? Oops.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[That just makes Irene laugh at the idea of Sherlock with a dog. But then she wasn't in Baskerville.]

Is that so? And I suspect he is the unflinching, unwavering hero of these novels?

[profitableboron]

He's the main character, yeah. Not exactly required reading in my field of study, so I can't say anything about his personality. Though there were a bunch of movies and stuff, and he was known for a big nose, pipe, and hat, I think it was.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Sounds a bit like John's blog.

[profitableboron]

Which part?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Everything except the pipe, really. And the fact that I beat him with a riding crop recreationally.

[profitableboron]

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I, uh. You're...his uh, girlfriend, then?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Not as such. That would be John Watson.

[profitableboron]

[Hey, Sam's not going to judge. Even if he's married with a daughter (or...wasn't, but a clone), it's not like he's never heard of friends with benefits.]

Oh...so Holmes and Watson were closer than detective buddies. The things you learn in this place.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[It's refreshing to hear for once that someone doesn't deny that John and Sherlock are ~involved~. But that might be because the last person she said that to was John.]

It is the twenty-first century. And I don't think I got your name, Mr...?

[profitableboron]

Bell. Sam Bell.

[He extends a hand. That's the twenty-first century thing, yeah? Not that...not that he ever met a person from Earth but when he met the sixth clone of Sam Bell, he really wanted to shake his hand.]

Think I'm, uh...a bit further in the future than you, ma'am.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She shakes his hand firmly.]

A pleasure, Mr. Bell. And it's Miss Adler.

[profitableboron]

[No first name? Probably a job thing, he reckons.]

The pleasure's mine. Not every day you meet someone who knows Sherlock Holmes.

[Or...anyone at all, in Sam's case.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

He's quite well-known in my time. Fans, even, all because of John's blog. Though I expect 'bromance' is not what your novelist had in mind.

[profitableboron]

Bromance? I, uh...pretty sure that wasn't a word or known "thing" when it was written, no.

[womanwhobeatyou]

I should text him the more lurid details some fans seem to hold to. It would be great fun.

[profitableboron]

For you or him?

[womanwhobeatyou]

For me, of course.

[profitableboron]

Is that your thing, then? Getting his goat or whatever you wanna call it.