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Sherlock Holmes ([personal profile] infinitelystranger) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2013-02-09 02:57 am

[text: everyone] ch-ch-ch-changes

My flat was on a tram line before. -SH

Late at night, not long after 3AM or so, everyone in Taxon receives a text message notification. It seems someone's come out of his pause-glitch-induced reverie. But it's not his sense of time he's worried about or the foggy memories of disturbing, frog-on-the-dissection-table dreams, apparently: at least, not right now and not that he feels like broadcasting to Taxon. No. What Sherlock Holmes is spamming the rest of Taxon with right now is:

It was at the juncture of two tram lines, as a matter of fact. -SH

It's moved. -SH

Not showing any signs of letting up.

I'm not anywhere near any tram lines. -SH

I would never have chosen this flat. -SH

This is ridiculous. -SH

Consider this a letter of complaint. -SH

Nope.

A STRONGLY WORDED letter. -SH

Do the tablets have a block setting?
threelivesdown: (Lounging)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-09 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
Do tell.

I'm fascinated. Tell me more.

No. Really. I actually care.

Were you expecting that this place would leave you alone?

You are aware that it is the middle of the night, right?

Pause.

Do you want to get a drink?
threelivesdown: (Peek)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-09 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Meet you there in fifteen.
threelivesdown: (Clockface)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-09 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Strangely, Selina walks in /after/ him. Was she here in fifteen minutes? Was she going to keep him waiting? Hard to tell, exactly, what is going on with her but the leather catsuit probably indicates some of it was involving potentially illegal activities. Did she follow Sherlock? That seems... far fetched, doesn't it?

The leather creaks softly as she sits down at the table with Sherlock with a small smile, "Time really does pass strangely here."
threelivesdown: (Downward)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-09 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll take a coffee too."

She was thinking about a beer or something clear with a punch but this doesn't seem like that sort of conversation. She'd like it to be, really, but it isn't. "A few weeks. The weirdest part is I didn't notice untilyou came back that you'd been missing. That really kind of pisses me off."
threelivesdown: (Lounging)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-09 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Selina doctors her coffee with cream and sugar. It isn't what she always does but she has the feeling that this is the cort of coversation that calls for that sort of thing.

"Not other than to add or substract buildings when people have come and gone. There has been some of that but nothing like this, no."
threelivesdown: (Claws)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-09 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, it does make more sense than having the entire city on some sort of tracks or materializing things quickly from a subactomic level. Or being a city in a jar."

Not that she's seen these things. Oh no. She takes a sip from the cup of coffee before starting to pull the clawed gloves from her fingers and place them on the table next to her. "The question is are we actually here interacting with the VR or are we somewhere else and think we're here?"
threelivesdown: (Oh Really?)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-10 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I've grown resistant to mind altering drugs and a little bit to hyponotic suggestions but it is still entirely possible. I'd go with the plugged in idea too. It seems the most likely but, well, that precludes magic and that... Well, I can hypothesize all I want but Magic is weird." Selina takes a long drink from her coffee cup looking at Sherlock over it.

She likes him, in a weird way. He's like... well, he's like a lot of people she knows and yet entirely a creature of his own.
threelivesdown: (Eh?)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-10 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"It is weird because it works differently depending on who uses it. That's frustrating," Selina says before shrugging. Why isn't this one of those places that has a pitcher of coffee on the table for refills?

"Is it really so hard to imagine that I might want to spend time with you?"
threelivesdown: (Bashful)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-10 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Accomplish?"

Selina turns the word over a few times in her thoughts as she looks at him. The snapping of fingers and clapping of hands gets an arched brow. She's never been waitstaff but she's certainly been in a profession where others think of you as something of a service object. Still, she doesn't comment on that since she's not sure what she thinks of Extras yet.

"You interest me. You're familiar enough to people I know at home to be comfortable and yet different enough to make me curious." Also, well, she doesn't like losing and that score seems to be completely up in the air. At least if you were to ask her about it. Not that there's a competition of any sort happening at all.
threelivesdown: (Eh?)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-11 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who you remind me of, though, changes. Most of the people you remind me of are more charismatic, though, more's the pity." She isn't attempting to goad him, not really, she's just used to people who are so much larger than life that normal people are just flat our boring. After having twisted up Harvey and Eddie and, well, Bruce, normal people are just not at all interesting any more. And Sherlock reminds her of a number of them, without the flair.

"That's unfortunate. I'm not a big fan of plants. There is someone back home who uses them to control people."
threelivesdown: (Necklace)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-13 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. To control people with some sort of amped up pheremones. She's a piece of work that much is certain," Selina says as she takes another long drink from her coffee cup. She really does not like, at all, being manipulated like that by anyone but by Ivy especially.
threelivesdown: (Grrrrrr)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-14 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
She really doesn't care how the science actually works. She's still pissed off about the whole mind controlled and forced to be into girls or plants in Ivy's case, depending on how you want to take it.

"That sucks. I've been there," she says softly.
threelivesdown: (Claws)

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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-02-15 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
".....Right."

Selina shakes her head and raises a hand to wave toward him. A soft sigh and she slowly, carefully puts her head down to the top of the table.
imperial_long: (shadowed face)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-09 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
To whom are you addressing your strongly worded letter, Mr. Holmes?
imperial_long: (glance)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-09 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

Might I suggest that a communique addressed to all might be better suited to hours when a greater statistical majority of the inhabitants are awake? It increases your odds of receiving a reply, and decreases your odds of waking others. The latter tends to result in a lack of replies, or at least, a lack of amicable ones.
imperial_long: (looking down)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-09 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
There's a delay of a few minutes before Long answers either text. In his stone-walled suite at the Kelebek, Mayland Long is sighing deeply to himself, his strange eyes gleaming in the darkness, reflecting the tablet's glow, or perhaps glowing themselves.

He would rather like to go back to sleep. His bed is very comfortable, and he likes sleep.

However, it is probable that Sherlock will carry on texting unless he specifically asks him not to. Specifically asking him not to somewhat offends Long's sense of courtesies; or, at least, of subtleties.

Besides that, he feels the usual irritation he feels whenever their captors see fit to suspend one of the inhabitants. The alteration extends not merely to the one affected, but to everybody; so that despite his ability to realize now that he has not seen or heard from Holmes in a month, he thought nothing strange of it during the time.

He dislikes the aliens meddling in his mind and perception, and can recognize that Holmes probably feels it more acutely, in the moment.

Long punches a pillow into position and sits halfway up, bareskinned in the darkness of the room, then types.

The city has been rearranged, it seems; it's been this way for some several weeks. You appear to have been... suspended; not only you but several others. I myself was not among them.

These hibernations, or whatever one would like to call them, have happened before. No ill effects that I recall. I do not think the city's rearrangement and your own suspension are necessarily connected.
imperial_long: (looking up/light)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-09 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, it appears to be some sort of medieval landscape-- at least, I perceived a castle.

Long yawns massively in his room, shrugging his shoulders down into the pillow and drifting 1/4 of the way back to sleep. He'd been having a rather good dream when the tablet had rung; he tries to recapture details. Something about buzzing a herd of bison.

After thirty seconds he sits bolt upright again, eyes wide in his face. Quick typing:

Mr. Holmes, you had really ought to wait until morning.

He'll blame the sleepiness that it took him that long to realize what Holmes was likely doing.
imperial_long: (eye/closeup)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-09 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

In the first place, daylight creates conditions more conducive to observation, unless you can see in the dark.

In the second place, I trust you remember the dinosaurs, and that things off in that castle-landscape might be dangerous, and that going among them might result in injury while one is alone.

In the third place, it is three-twelve in the morning and it is damned cold outside.
imperial_long: (glance)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-09 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
Long mutters something uncomplimentary in the privacy of his room and flops back onto the bed, forearm flung up over his eyes.

Sigh. He lifts the tablet and types again after a few seconds.

If you can restrain your curiosity until, at least, sunrise, I should be willing to go with you and bring along appropriate supplies, Mr. Holmes. An expedition is always better served by a hamper. Steamed pork buns within, perhaps.
imperial_long: (smile)

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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-02-11 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Splendid. Sherlock will wait until a reasonable hour. Well, that's all nicely solved then, and he can go back to sleep.

Excellent. I shall see you then. Good night for now, Mr. Holmes.



...In many respects, Mayland Long is a very intelligent and perceptive person. That said, picking up falsehoods, or omissions, is something better left to one with more experience of human nature. And someone more awake, for that matter.

He puts his tablet back on the nightstand, mutes it, and happily rolls back over onto his massive and sinfully comfortable bed.