dear_mun | Muse's reaction to Mun's finding of Alone on the Water/interaction with others

Mundane,

One could make the deduction that you clearly don't talk enough yourself in your own life. Since your the emotional type, you feel the need to reroute it through another venue, mainly. Me.

I am not very appreciative of this, in fact our chances of a working relationship - which I might add were slightly brighter a few days ago is now gone.

Please actually do my genius justice, though I know I can't expect much because you're an idiot.

And idiot who happens to think it's time to enter confessional when obviously you don't need one to absolve you.

You either absolve yourself or you do not deserve forgiveness.

Stop that. I'm fine. Don't like affection anyway so you might as well go sit in the corner over there and actually make your own deductions.

In fact, just stick to your story about the bees.

That one interested me in fact - I never thought I'd grow old, and I can tell your emotional state is awful at this point, and that you are not being rational about much. Therefore you need to picture me in retirement with some brand of happiness to block the image of dying from your mind.

Also the one about France - but avoid pulling one where there is a child that resembles my youthful appearance hence evoking memories long since deleted. The point is getting the facilities shut down and the staff suitably punished for their treatment of young children whose only crime was thinking differently.

Dying doesn't ruffle me at all.
The fact that you're making me want to shoot you myself perhaps you should be thinking about it.

Good morning,
SH

P.S. And although the John you are currently pairing me with is likely a good match, do invest in exploring a little.

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You're awfully talkative, today.

[Nod. Indicates acknowledgement of another's presence.]

I had something to say.

So you did.

[Pause. Have a somewhat stern look.]

Don't... shoot your Mun, Sherlock.

There is really no logical way for me to accomplish this, since I am in her head. It would not serve to benefit anyone.

Besides, I think the remark got through. [glares pointedly at Mun]

Right, well, I was afraid you might try something anyway. As one of your experiments, or some sort.

I consider existence a sort of experiment, I suppose if I did want to leave I could...

[Oh well, this isn't really true. Mun is a stubborn lot]

[Aren't they all?]

What're you planning on doing, then? Musing aloud to your Mun won't hold you over forever.

I have many experiments, including being a rather miserable brainmate. [ Or maybe the plsn is to meet every version of John possible, and therefore make the deduction about the Muns.]

I could also likely meet another version of myself.

And have you done that, yet?

Good God it's true. There is more then one of you.

Of course there's more than one of me.

Everyone has to have their own little version.

[have a smirk.]

Seems to be enough Johns around so none of you are alone.

How interesting! Mun did say about something to do with the conjuction of universes but it's all rather boring. Is there a lot of you Yarders around then?

[Oh pray not, the universe barely needs one Anderson and Donovan.]

My my, but you have been a busy boy.

[His eyebrow quirks with interest, but his real expression is a mask.]

In my universe you're dead, so one might say the same thing about you, Miss Adler.

And I have been told that in mine, you are.

So it looks like we're both breaking the rules.

I have never been one for rules, especially since it seems in this strange location they are quite nearly non-existent, except for escaping the Mun.

How did I die then? Must have been an idiot about it.

I don't know, but I suspect you fed John a load of rubbish. He's been far too stoically weepy to say very much. Or text.

[He narrows his eyes.]

Anything to do with jumping off a tall building?

I think that should encite a little guilt if you are capable of it, because likely that spider would have had a little less of a web if you hadn't helped so much.

[Her smile is thin and brittle] I was just playing the game, Mr. Holmes.

Of course. [His expression has a hint of darkness to it that is rarely seen.] That's exactly what got you killed from where I'm from. Nearly got me and John killed as well.

[He won't tell her he likely faked his own death, same as in his own - only his imagination had been real this time. After all, considering all the different versions that Mun has so pleasantly informed him of, he may really be dead, or it's necessary this game-player doesn't know. If anyone can play games with words, it is most definatly him.]

And what exactly led to my untimely demise in your universe, Mr. Holmes? Hopefully it was something better than an unfortunate dive off a hospital roof.

[She's willing to expect that in some world that Sherlock Holmes would actually let something like that kill him. But in hers, he's helped her fake her own death, so any word of his death is met with an awful lot of skepticism.]

No, it was simply my meddling brother doing a few favors. Me saving your life was merely an imagination. So, far more boring. Besides I have deduced this was how he got so unfortunately tangled with that spider.

[Of course "boring" could be a code word for tragic. In his world, it was merely a thought - albeit a sad one - to cope with the tragedy. It was better than simply hearing the truth, it left things up to the imagination.]

Ah. [The sigh sounds resigned, almost sad.] Well, I suppose we can't have everything.

[A pause.] Oh? I always thought Jim Moriarty knew what the Holmes boys liked.

No, if we had everything everyone would be quite content with their existence, yes?

[He frowns.] No. Moriarty always knew which threads to pull to get what he wanted out of the matter.

[She smiles at that, the moment of vulnerability gone again.]

Isn't that what I said?

He played on Mycroft's weakness for the greater good in order to entertain his obsession.

[...]

He only strengthened my ability for disguises and deception.

A "yes" would have sufficed.

That would most definatly be a no, due to the fact I don't like an area however well versed it may be played upon.

I did not particularly 'enjoy' pretending to be dead.

So as to what the brothers "liked" - that is not of any accuracy in my experience.

I cannot speak for Mycroft, though I could hazard a guess.

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