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Experiment Log: 2378-A
Title: Urgh People.
Subject: Myself
Method:
Identify a person or persons who appear to be suffering the same symptoms, this is a social thing so questioning must happen, and must be detailed.
Record answers.
Equipment:
1 (One) Molly Harper
1 (One) Private room
1 (One) Excuse.
Log 1:
Strange state observed within myself. I -for lack of a better word- Find myself more joyful - even in the absence of any interesting cases (there are still cases granted, but they’re boring, Lestrade though keeps bringing them to me, can’t see the answers in front of him.. Idiot)- This level of joyfulness -to my memory which is very very good I’d like to remind you- has only ever truly happened while on a Cocaine high.
This conclusion was reached by : I go out more
I find myself smiling more
I Ta-Converse with people more -there is a very important difference between the two Mycroft-
I think- if only slightly, it’s still a major factor in deciding to do this experiment- That I actually think about my actions towards other people.
I’ve needed less patches- and well I’d say but you’re going to see this Mycroft I know it so I’d rather not.
Thing that could have caused the change:
New flat- Unlikely I’ve moved before and have never noticed this change previous.
Lost Yorick -The Skull John honestly, what did you think he was called? Macbeth? - Again Unlikely he wasn’t very talkative so wouldn’t lead to the change in thought pattern.
Flatmate named Dr. John Watson- I think I’m on to something.
I looked across the room to the almost full pack of Nicotine patches, and to my roommate who was sitting in the chair opposite myself.
One Dr John Watson, The biggest change in my life since... Ever.
I worked alone- Not with a partner
I Endured those mundane pests that assault my senses- Not most definably not become board when they aren’t here.
I... Well I’m not used to being appreciated, or well.. my deduction admired at least.
My only problem was I decided as I sat there with my Log book in hand - it’s not a Diary John it’s an Experiment log no experiment is worth the ink unless it can be reproduced thus a log- with my pen in hand, was that I couldn’t possibly fathom what the deuces was wrong with me.
I’m not ill, so there isn’t a simple explication to the slight flush of my cheeks, the little almost miss-able, ironically, missed beat of my heart- the small sensation that I’d forgot to breath - though I do that often, it’s just so boring, there was no Temperature to explain away the flush. No shock or moment of brilliance to explain the heart.
As for the breathing? I properly just forgot-bad habit.
That meant this was a Social thing, something I should just innately know-Chemistry and Biology useless. This was a people problem, and not one who fell into a pattern- not someone who was like a past case, had a motive for an action.
I hadn’t taken an Action yet.
This was about me- Talk about a Challenge, I’m almost excited.
Log Entry:
Symptoms:
Trying to not anger him
Heart slightly erratic,- Faster at times, going off beat or pausing before beating again.
Forgetting to breath often - I’m going to stop including this one, it leads to no conclusions.
Smiling at him more than Necessary
Calling him my Friend- I hadn’t even realised I’d said that... I don’t do ‘friends (except obviously in this case)
Perhaps- is it annoyed? It’s a lot like I feel with Lestrade but it’s different? I’m going to call it frustrated- Frustrated at those he sees besides me perhaps.
Molly as Choice of person:
She is the only person I’ve noted that acts with the following symptoms: Smiling a lot
Holding Breath- I don’t think it’s because she forgot.
The Social niceties that no one else bothers with- I’m linking this to the Friend comment above, it seems to link.
The heart- judging by the way she places her hand near her chest a lot when I talk to her- but Perhaps that is Shock? I don’t know however she appears to fit the symptoms.
Data record of Conversation: (For Simplicity of reading I have recorded this as a Transcript, with my thought process between)
M: Mr Holmes! Ar-are you working?
She played with her hair at this point, her hand instinctively reaching to either her chest or her mouth- proof of the heart or breath symptom- It’s annoying when people move too much when they’re talking to me, give me too much to think about.
S: of sorts, I have a set of Questions for you.
She followed me, I hear her foot steps from behind me, they indicate that she’s wearing a flat heel, the Extra clicking I also hear tell me that she has a compact mirror in her pocket, and is using it applying - that is a cap opening no gloop noise or a scratching noise - it is hard to apply Mascara while walking isn’t it?- telling me she’s putting on Lipstick. She will act oblivious - She waited till I turned my back- she’s waiting for the compliment.
For once I’ll ignore the change.
S: Why do you do that?
I am unaware as to why I said this, as I entered an empty room- the one I first met John in. I glance at the shirt I’m wearing through the metal panel’s on the Table, I’m wearing a Shirt that’s straight out of the wash- very different from my habit of wearing one shirt for days at least if it’s not stained by something- Perhaps this is an unnoticed symptom?
M: Wha- It’s -It’s nothing really.... Just freshening up really..
Too many ‘really’s, taken too long to say- Lie. Why do you imbeciles have to lie all the time? It’s a feeble excuse anyway.
S: You aren’t it’s obvious, why do you bother? It’s a waste of time.
Apparently your not meant to tell a women that- another one of these not good things- they’re so hard to figure out, if there’s something to be said then say it for Christ’s sake.
She stops waking and wipes at her eyes- oh god tell me that’s not enough to make her actually cry? - Yes yes there is nothing else noteworthy that has happened to her today- God. So. Dull.
The rest of the conversation would be hard to transcribe as a lot of it was just crying noises- alongside the occasional meaningless phrase leaving my own lips.
Abridged version:
She does such things to impress me - Why would it impress me? It is nether something hard nor something I want to do, or is it something I can’t do where’s the impressing coming from?- I questioned her on why she tries to ‘impress’ me. Her answer was and I quote.
M: It’s because... Well you know...
No I do not know that’s why I asked. Time to Think.
“Sherlock, you’ve been staring at that pad of paper for a long while, what’s up?”
I looked up at my flatmate, the possible reason behind all of my current symptoms, I stared at his face, Thinking on What Molly was saying.
Why would the need to change his appearance impress me? How would he look better?-I’m aware that I say that Molly’s hair looks better parted to a certain side, that the changes are nice, but that’s only when I need something, I have learnt that if a Girl changes her appearance she wants someone to comment, to do so, and to be ‘nice’ about it gets them to do what you want. Be ‘unkind’ and she will leave you alone results vary with different women- I cannot Imagine anything different to Johns face.
“Sherlock?”
“Thinking” How would he look better? Change his hair grow it out? No defiantly not, men don’t like having long hair too much work in the morning-Mine is too long it keeps getting into my eyes, distracting- And short. .. Short is good. A moustache no ... it would move too much when he’s talking to me far far too annoying. It would feel weird as well.
How could I understand what I’m going through if I can’t understand Molly’s words? I have to think of this like a Problem, solve what’s wrong with Molly and apply it to myself.
This was gonna be a three patch problem- if not four.. Possibly more-What was overdose again?
3 additional Patches later, the Glorious Nicotine running through my system, I could feel the general buzz of life slip away the noises of the cars passing by in the street became low buzzing before disappearing like Flies out of the window. The noises of my own body, having dissolved as soon as I’d even smelt the patch.
The Idle curiosity’s on the car model’s outside were long gone, the curiosity’s on Who the neighbour had been seeing that afternoon, thought’s on why Ms Hudson would think that I wouldn’t bother to enter her own flat to get my skull back.
All of is seeping out of my skull past my hair and slipping onto the floor to be pulled up when the high had died down a bit hours later.
The thoughts on what Molly was saying, what it meant how to apply it to myself, it was all falling along with the rest of my thought’s as they together fell through the floor.
Or the floor had risen to met him, the thought’s not moving with the floor.
“Sherlock! Shit are you- HOW MANY!” I blink up at him from the floor, he sits me up, his voice washing over me, as everything just melted away into a dull bland nothingness.
I don’t understand a thing.
John however just might.
Conclusion:
I do not follow the usual rules of society- I thought you’d want to know that I am the same Sociopath I have always been, I know how you worry Mycroft
6 patches is an overdose- even if three of them were put on hours ago.
It’s nice to be looked after while ill
John’s hiding something from me- weather he’s aware of it or not.
Result
Experiment was a failure; I’m still unaware of the reason behind the symptoms.
This Experiment was Documented and Carried out by one Sherlock Holmes.
You worry me constantly, this doesn’t help, play the Violin when you need to think, and please stay clean. And stay away from that girl; it’ll make your life easier.
Mycroft <- you’re an Idiot.
You’re the Idiot Sherlock. She fancies you. As for me, I’m not telling you on a piece of paper you dip.
John
Thank you John, That’ll help.
SH
Title: Urgh People.
Subject: Myself
Method:
Identify a person or persons who appear to be suffering the same symptoms, this is a social thing so questioning must happen, and must be detailed.
Record answers.
Equipment:
1 (One) Molly Harper
1 (One) Private room
1 (One) Excuse.
Log 1:
Strange state observed within myself. I -for lack of a better word- Find myself more joyful - even in the absence of any interesting cases (there are still cases granted, but they’re boring, Lestrade though keeps bringing them to me, can’t see the answers in front of him.. Idiot)- This level of joyfulness -to my memory which is very very good I’d like to remind you- has only ever truly happened while on a Cocaine high.
This conclusion was reached by : I go out more
I find myself smiling more
I Ta-Converse with people more -there is a very important difference between the two Mycroft-
I think- if only slightly, it’s still a major factor in deciding to do this experiment- That I actually think about my actions towards other people.
I’ve needed less patches- and well I’d say but you’re going to see this Mycroft I know it so I’d rather not.
Thing that could have caused the change:
New flat- Unlikely I’ve moved before and have never noticed this change previous.
Lost Yorick -The Skull John honestly, what did you think he was called? Macbeth? - Again Unlikely he wasn’t very talkative so wouldn’t lead to the change in thought pattern.
Flatmate named Dr. John Watson- I think I’m on to something.
I looked across the room to the almost full pack of Nicotine patches, and to my roommate who was sitting in the chair opposite myself.
One Dr John Watson, The biggest change in my life since... Ever.
I worked alone- Not with a partner
I Endured those mundane pests that assault my senses- Not most definably not become board when they aren’t here.
I... Well I’m not used to being appreciated, or well.. my deduction admired at least.
My only problem was I decided as I sat there with my Log book in hand - it’s not a Diary John it’s an Experiment log no experiment is worth the ink unless it can be reproduced thus a log- with my pen in hand, was that I couldn’t possibly fathom what the deuces was wrong with me.
I’m not ill, so there isn’t a simple explication to the slight flush of my cheeks, the little almost miss-able, ironically, missed beat of my heart- the small sensation that I’d forgot to breath - though I do that often, it’s just so boring, there was no Temperature to explain away the flush. No shock or moment of brilliance to explain the heart.
As for the breathing? I properly just forgot-bad habit.
That meant this was a Social thing, something I should just innately know-Chemistry and Biology useless. This was a people problem, and not one who fell into a pattern- not someone who was like a past case, had a motive for an action.
I hadn’t taken an Action yet.
This was about me- Talk about a Challenge, I’m almost excited.
Log Entry:
Symptoms:
Trying to not anger him
Heart slightly erratic,- Faster at times, going off beat or pausing before beating again.
Forgetting to breath often - I’m going to stop including this one, it leads to no conclusions.
Smiling at him more than Necessary
Calling him my Friend- I hadn’t even realised I’d said that... I don’t do ‘friends (except obviously in this case)
Perhaps- is it annoyed? It’s a lot like I feel with Lestrade but it’s different? I’m going to call it frustrated- Frustrated at those he sees besides me perhaps.
Molly as Choice of person:
She is the only person I’ve noted that acts with the following symptoms: Smiling a lot
Holding Breath- I don’t think it’s because she forgot.
The Social niceties that no one else bothers with- I’m linking this to the Friend comment above, it seems to link.
The heart- judging by the way she places her hand near her chest a lot when I talk to her- but Perhaps that is Shock? I don’t know however she appears to fit the symptoms.
Data record of Conversation: (For Simplicity of reading I have recorded this as a Transcript, with my thought process between)
M: Mr Holmes! Ar-are you working?
She played with her hair at this point, her hand instinctively reaching to either her chest or her mouth- proof of the heart or breath symptom- It’s annoying when people move too much when they’re talking to me, give me too much to think about.
S: of sorts, I have a set of Questions for you.
She followed me, I hear her foot steps from behind me, they indicate that she’s wearing a flat heel, the Extra clicking I also hear tell me that she has a compact mirror in her pocket, and is using it applying - that is a cap opening no gloop noise or a scratching noise - it is hard to apply Mascara while walking isn’t it?- telling me she’s putting on Lipstick. She will act oblivious - She waited till I turned my back- she’s waiting for the compliment.
For once I’ll ignore the change.
S: Why do you do that?
I am unaware as to why I said this, as I entered an empty room- the one I first met John in. I glance at the shirt I’m wearing through the metal panel’s on the Table, I’m wearing a Shirt that’s straight out of the wash- very different from my habit of wearing one shirt for days at least if it’s not stained by something- Perhaps this is an unnoticed symptom?
M: Wha- It’s -It’s nothing really.... Just freshening up really..
Too many ‘really’s, taken too long to say- Lie. Why do you imbeciles have to lie all the time? It’s a feeble excuse anyway.
S: You aren’t it’s obvious, why do you bother? It’s a waste of time.
Apparently your not meant to tell a women that- another one of these not good things- they’re so hard to figure out, if there’s something to be said then say it for Christ’s sake.
She stops waking and wipes at her eyes- oh god tell me that’s not enough to make her actually cry? - Yes yes there is nothing else noteworthy that has happened to her today- God. So. Dull.
The rest of the conversation would be hard to transcribe as a lot of it was just crying noises- alongside the occasional meaningless phrase leaving my own lips.
Abridged version:
She does such things to impress me - Why would it impress me? It is nether something hard nor something I want to do, or is it something I can’t do where’s the impressing coming from?- I questioned her on why she tries to ‘impress’ me. Her answer was and I quote.
M: It’s because... Well you know...
No I do not know that’s why I asked. Time to Think.
“Sherlock, you’ve been staring at that pad of paper for a long while, what’s up?”
I looked up at my flatmate, the possible reason behind all of my current symptoms, I stared at his face, Thinking on What Molly was saying.
Why would the need to change his appearance impress me? How would he look better?-I’m aware that I say that Molly’s hair looks better parted to a certain side, that the changes are nice, but that’s only when I need something, I have learnt that if a Girl changes her appearance she wants someone to comment, to do so, and to be ‘nice’ about it gets them to do what you want. Be ‘unkind’ and she will leave you alone results vary with different women- I cannot Imagine anything different to Johns face.
“Sherlock?”
“Thinking” How would he look better? Change his hair grow it out? No defiantly not, men don’t like having long hair too much work in the morning-Mine is too long it keeps getting into my eyes, distracting- And short. .. Short is good. A moustache no ... it would move too much when he’s talking to me far far too annoying. It would feel weird as well.
How could I understand what I’m going through if I can’t understand Molly’s words? I have to think of this like a Problem, solve what’s wrong with Molly and apply it to myself.
This was gonna be a three patch problem- if not four.. Possibly more-What was overdose again?
3 additional Patches later, the Glorious Nicotine running through my system, I could feel the general buzz of life slip away the noises of the cars passing by in the street became low buzzing before disappearing like Flies out of the window. The noises of my own body, having dissolved as soon as I’d even smelt the patch.
The Idle curiosity’s on the car model’s outside were long gone, the curiosity’s on Who the neighbour had been seeing that afternoon, thought’s on why Ms Hudson would think that I wouldn’t bother to enter her own flat to get my skull back.
All of is seeping out of my skull past my hair and slipping onto the floor to be pulled up when the high had died down a bit hours later.
The thoughts on what Molly was saying, what it meant how to apply it to myself, it was all falling along with the rest of my thought’s as they together fell through the floor.
Or the floor had risen to met him, the thought’s not moving with the floor.
“Sherlock! Shit are you- HOW MANY!” I blink up at him from the floor, he sits me up, his voice washing over me, as everything just melted away into a dull bland nothingness.
I don’t understand a thing.
John however just might.
Conclusion:
I do not follow the usual rules of society- I thought you’d want to know that I am the same Sociopath I have always been, I know how you worry Mycroft
6 patches is an overdose- even if three of them were put on hours ago.
It’s nice to be looked after while ill
John’s hiding something from me- weather he’s aware of it or not.
Result
Experiment was a failure; I’m still unaware of the reason behind the symptoms.
This Experiment was Documented and Carried out by one Sherlock Holmes.
You worry me constantly, this doesn’t help, play the Violin when you need to think, and please stay clean. And stay away from that girl; it’ll make your life easier.
Mycroft <- you’re an Idiot.
You’re the Idiot Sherlock. She fancies you. As for me, I’m not telling you on a piece of paper you dip.
John
Thank you John, That’ll help.
SH