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[drpsychosomatic]

Alright, own up. As hilarious as this all is, Sherlock, and by god, I’m sure you’re going to love explaining all of this, I’ve had quite enough. Not sure exactly what you’ve done to irritate Mycroft this time round, mind you, but I’m guessing it probably has something to do with nearly getting both of us killed.

Again.

So, assuming you’re even out

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[video]

[theheterodyne]

[Look, it's a cute girl with strawberry blonde hair and big glasses. And a faintly germanic accent.]

This isn't New York, actually. It's called 'The City.' There's no easy way to explain it, but this isn't the same world you're from. It may be quite similar, but it's not the same.

[fumbling around attempting to work out how to do video. Failing. Text.]

[drpsychosomatic]

'The City'? Please tell me there's more than one.

[video forever]

[theheterodyne]

Yes, there is! This is still America, and the City is basically a copy of New York, where New York would be. At least, that's what they've told me.

In my world it's nothing like this, to be honest.

[Text forever until he works out how to use this thing. Which might take some time.]

[drpsychosomatic]

Since when did New York get to call itself 'the' city, then?

[sh_consulting]

[It took several minutes of staring at the comm, while curled up in his coat on his chair (freshly back from New Zealand), until Sherlock could bring himself to answer the post. He read it over five times, frowning further with each read.

It could be a trick. He'd already made... enemies... here, and more than a few knew more about him than they should. But the comm number was brand new, and it didn't seem to be proxied... And the googling. Most who recognized him here seemed to expect something different than what he was. Older. Much Older. The previous Sherlock had proven that. So there was something genuine to this ranting text post that... put him off. No one he knew would speak to him like that. Except...

Dr. John Watson.

Not that the man had ever said anything of the sort to him before, but Sherlock had learned more about the man here than he had wanted to know.

It took even longer for him to write a reply.

First he wrote "Dr. John Watson", then "Watson", then "John" and then decided to leave out names altogether.]

I

[Text for absolutely ever until someone shows him how to use this thing]

[drpsychosomatic]

In that case, Sherlock, you might want to tell me where to meet you. You've got a lot of explaining to do.

text. because that's all sherlock uses anyway.

[sh_consulting]

[Sherlock glared down at the comm for a minute. What a ridiculously familiar way to speak to him.]

I assume you are in the MAC.

Meet me on the roof.

Five minutes.

SH.

[textity text text]

[drpsychosomatic]

To be honest, Sherlock, I have absolutely no bloody idea where I am. I think I can find the roof.

Text

[technophantom]

...Doctor Watson, I presume?

Welcome to the City.

[Text]

[drpsychosomatic]

Thank you, I think. Who's this?

[Text]

[technophantom]

You can call me Ghost.

Hhhh. You're 21st century. [it was 'googling'...] --Is there anything you need?

text. heavily encrypted. book code.

[sh_consulting]

Just what do you think you're doing.

[Text]

[drpsychosomatic]

So I'm told.

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[incywincyhero]

Shucks, and to think it only just occurred to me that I should've started a betting pool. Talk about a missed opportunity...

Welcome to the madhouse, Doc.

[Text. John's a little technologically impaired...]

[drpsychosomatic]

Thanks, I think. Not sure I want to ask what you were thinking of betting on.

text; Spidey is nothing if not accomodating

[incywincyhero]

Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll figure it out soon enough.

So what year are you from, anyway?

[text forever~]

[drpsychosomatic]

2011. 30th March. Or it was, anyway.