[Day 3, Morning]

[twelvemods]

[The morning clicks over.

You awaken having had a series of odd dreams last night. You feel wide awake this morning, your brain alive and awake. But your thoughts keep drifting to someone in particular....]




((OOC NOTE: For most of you, you will be taken by an absolute, ferocious fascination with the people you dreamt about. However your curiosity engages... do you want to know their backstory? Do you want to know alllllll about their love lives? You want nothing more than to be around them and learn...

On the other hand, if you feel like you are MISSING SOMETHING since the fight with the ooze monster... you feel that same fascination, but you also have this solid knowledge that they have or know something you NEED.

This event will be going all week. The event to settle this will be coming later, so sit back and ENJOY :D.))

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[soul_sister]

[Well there IS that at least...

but...


But.......


Professor...?]

How dare he replace you with Moriarty! I WONT FORGIVE HIM! World aside!

[beeductionist]

[ his eyes widen at the mention of that name. then - he goes rigid and wary, hyper-focused on Rosette. ]

What do you know about Moriarty?

[soul_sister]

[Ah............. WRONG GUESS is very all over the air.]

[beeductionist]

[ yeeeep. not uncoiling just yet, though his tone is unusually soft when he speaks again. ]

Please.

[soul_sister]

He's a professor at a small university. Sort of the ring leader of a massive crime organization that involved all of England. He's Sherlock's arch nemesis even though he only directly shows up in one story...

Just the Final Problem, where he and Sherlock Holmes fall over Reichenbach Falls locked in combat..... [a little weakly] to end the series... though it picked back up not too long ago...

[beeductionist]

[ switching from closed to agitated body language now, clearly not not sure what to think about all this. ]

Over a waterfall. Me and him.

[soul_sister]

[There's something... unsettling in relating to someone what the future might be... Did Mary feel this all the time?]

The exact circumstances aren't exactly there because Watson was sent away on a lark... But he goes back and finds a violent struggle and no footprints leading away.

Moriarty dies... um, later it's just some big ploy to drive out the last of Moriarty's henchmen, requiring even Watson to be deceived in order to work.

[beeductionist]

[ silent and tense for a moment. then - he abruptly throws his head back and laughs. ]

[soul_sister]

............................

Being a good person, I'm okay with knocking you out if this is a sudden insanity fit.

[beeductionist]

Not necessary.

[ he shakes his head a bit ]

I can see I will get no useful information about the man out of you.

[soul_sister]

Of course, you live in some bizarro mirror universe. Like Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

[soul_sister]

For all I know he's a disgruntled janitor.

[beeductionist]

Highly unlikely, but not impossible.

[soul_sister]

Like I said...

[beeductionist]

[ sigh ]

If I mysteriously know more at some point in the near future, I suppose I would inform you.

[soul_sister]

[The sigh is answered by an annoyed sort of sound from her.]

I'm making breakfast, what do you want?

[beeductionist]

... Sorry?

[soul_sister]

Eggs, bacon, sausage or toast? Don't ask for any fancy foreign stuff, I'm gonna be cooking for too many people for that crap.

[beeductionist]

Eggs. Several, scrambled together, with cheese if any is available. Served on the table, not midair as it's being thrown at me.

[soul_sister]

I can't help it if you request a contradictory serving style later.

[beeductionist]

You are terribly prone to violence, you know that?

[soul_sister]

You're terrible at treating a lady properly.

[beeductionist]

I will gladly start once I meet one.

[soul_sister]

You WANT to die.

[beeductionist]

[ amused shrug ]

Which inn?