IC INBOX

[enarms]

un: j. watson.

Comments

[nineteenfortyfive]

Yes?

[enarms]

What about us?

[nineteenfortyfive]

You know him.

[enarms]

Yes. Of course I do?

[ how the hell else would you know of him, if not somehow via me ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

And he's a detective?

[enarms]

Yeah

What's this about?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Been wondering since I met you. Thought perhaps your parents liked literature.

[enarms]

You've really lost me

[nineteenfortyfive]

In the grand scheme of things it's nothing. In my world, Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective, with adventures set in the Victorian era. Watson is his sidekick of sorts, and lives with him in London. He narrates the stories. He was a medic in the British army at one time.

I thought it was odd. But with all these worlds and universes, why not? Why not some variation of fiction?

I've been biting my tongue for months. Bloody hell do I feel better now.

Don't mind me.

> audio?

[enarms]

[ ........ ring ring, Claire ]

... audio

[nineteenfortyfive]

... hello?

[Oops.]

goodbye audio

[enarms]

[ a few moments of ... silence? breathing. at least he's... breathing. ]

... Yeah, no, actually, I'll call you back later.

[ and he's hanging up because really what do you actually say ]

OH YEAH??

[nineteenfortyfive]

J-- [Welp. Rude. It only occurs now that maybe this was quite... alarming, maybe, for John to hear.

She tries calling him back.]

oh noooooooo

[enarms]

[ picks up on the last.... ring... ]

Honestly, I've got no idea what I'm going to do with that.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'm sorry. I thought---surely, someone else would have... brought that up. If they were aware.

[Good job, Claire.]

It's hardly accurate. You're not from the 1800s.

[enarms]

Well, no, I'm not. But someone is. What are the chances of a detective Sherlock Holmes and a—

Did you say sidekick? Jesus.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Oops. So much oops.]

Ah, he was--a biographer of sorts, I believer. For Sherlock. And--a detective in his own right.

[enarms]

Yeah, alright Claire, bit late for a mop up now.

surprise 2/2

[enarms]

Jesus Christ, I'm a blogger. I blog. We go on cases and I write them up. He's me.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[No idea what blogging is, but hooray for context.]

I'm sure it's not that simple. Just--similar.

[enarms]

Yeah. Down to the letter, if not the chronology.

[nineteenfortyfive]

It doesn't change anything, does it? I don't know the stories like the back of my hand, just the broad strokes. I wasn't very much into them. [Ha ha ha ha ha ha... oops.]

[enarms]

I don't have a clue if that's better or worse.

[ it's better. probably? ]

Let's just - I think. Never talk about it again.

[ denial! denial is the true way forward ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Fair enough.

[And since she feels rather bad about this!!! Have some flattery.]

If it's any help, I'm rather fond of this John Watson I know.

[enarms]

[ go away claire??? it's super effective and you're lovely ]

It's not.

[ but he's laughing, because the existential crisis hasn't properly hit yet and therefore he's lying, thank ]