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There's no use cryin' over split milk, mun. It's unfortunate that this person used your work without permission, but you bein' down in the mouth won't make 'em stop. But you have friends that'll support you, so keep your chin up.

Don't you fret none over this and finish workin' on your stuff. But if you wanna bellyache about it, just remind yourself that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So, you must be doin' somethin' right for them to plagiarise from you.

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My mun wishes to extend condolences.

I believe: as long as there is the Internet, individuals will treat anything on the internet as "Public Domain" regardless of how copyright laws actually function.

An' mine thanks yours. [OMG SHERLOCK. Yeah, the mun loves this series, right after Doctor Who]

That's true enough. It was okay for her to flip her lid, but I know she's better than the ninny that stole from her. So the best thing for her to do is let it slide. Ain't the first time that's happened and sure won't be the last.

[He nods in agreement.]

My mun has had it happen on several occasions. And we know everyone who tries to placate things by saying "it's flattery" is only kidding themselves.

Most recently, several of my icons were swiped. Which annoyed her because she painstakingly went through each episode using "scroll" not "play" in order to capture very specific expressions, at very specific timestamps. Thus, it is obvious when people take the images. Were it not for the amount of time (and the obvious nature of the images being taken without credit), she would probably not care at all. The least they could do is credit the source, it's not that hard, after all.

[There's a reason why the mun believes Sherlock watches Doctor Who XD]

They're all sons of bitches. An' to go through all that trouble too, just to have 'em taken. It ain't right, but trackin' 'em down and telling 'em what they did was wrong is like talkin' to a brick wall. At least they should have given her credit. They're a bunch of turds.

My mun doesn't load her stuff no more on the net. She can watermark her work up the wazoo and it still won't make a difference. But because this is roleplay, what consequences can be taken? Not like it was an essay -- then for sure there'd be trouble.

[This mun believes so too. XD]

Of course you can do anything you like to try to stave it off. But, as I said, people believe that once it's online, it's "public domain". My mun operates on the basis that if she doesn't want it stolen to not post it online.

Which actually applies to her "internet safety" protocol as well.

[Well, Mycroft described Sherlock the way River described the Doctor - draw your own deductions XD (As in: Mr. Moffat basically plagiarized himself, which was just disappointing :/)]

Ah shit. Well, she'll let it slide and just move on from here. No use getting her panties in a twist. Think my mun will start playin' it safe and not take chances.

[I noticed that.. and yet Moffat still continues to write brilliant episodes.]

It's usually for the best - avoiding such sentimentality. It's a mistake to care so much. And all you get for your efforts is distraction from what really matters.

[That's debatable, but would be a post unto itself.]

Mhmm. Like how she should be workin' on her portfolio and not scrolling through Tumblr and checking emails. [Doris doesn't even know what these things are, as her only connection to them are through her mun... Despite being from the year 12,090AD.]

[Sherlock pulls out his mobile.]

Interesting. I seem to be more 'plugged in' than my mun. Well, when I say more....

[He means that his mun has features enabled on her phone that she never uses.]

[And Doris just looks at his device, a smirk on her face.]

You and the muns, eh? All wired up on your gidgets and gizmos.

[Same with her mun, though she's still learning all the features on her new phone. Like a kid in a toy store; she touches everything and is amazed at what those shiny apps do.]

Something like that. So what do you do... when you're not whining about your mun?

[Way to segue, Sherlock.]

Oh the usual: maintain' a farm, killin' off werewolves, fallin' in love with hunters, and puttin' pig-headed men in their places when a woman clearly says no, she does not want to marry you and make 'em squeal all the way home to their mamas.

[Mun just shakes her head and sighs.]

You?

[His eyebrows might have gone up slightly in surprise. And he doesn't believe her.]

Werewolves? Hunters? Where do you do this?

[He'll answer later, this could be a bit interesting - or completely boring, he hasn't decided yet.]

[And she doesn't expect him to.]

I'm from the Frontier. We have stuff like that there. It's quite nice, if you can stomach death an' all. Lot of deaths.

"The Frontier"? So American, then? And you need to explain the werewolves bit.

Yeah. Plains an' all.

They spawned from the urban legends. See, the year I'm from, 12,090, nuclear warefare tore up the planet and raditation caused DNA of humans to be altered. But it was mostly due to the Nobility that werewolves could actually roam about.

Nobles, or vampires -- I call 'em the 'damned things' -- were in the seat of power, ruling over us humans and branding terror of their species into our psyches. They were able to achieve levels of super-science and master all sort of fields of art and medicine. Creating a werewolf's like childsplay to 'em. They like to tamper with life, think they're gods an' all.

[She shakes her head in frustration.] I know it sounds messed up, shit, I think it is, an' I gotta deal with 'em from time to time. But that's what hunters are for. My pa was a werewolf hunter. He taught me what I needed to know and I sorta just play at it.

It's fucked up, I know.

What an... interesting world that is.

[Sherlock believes it is completely made up.]

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