The Theory of Narrative Causality (4b/5ish)
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May 28 2011, 15:27:46 UTC
you (22:11): … oh, come off it. nobody's really called sherlock holmes.
consulting_detective (22:11): And yet, I am. My parents had a very peculiar sense of humour.
you (22:12): do you have a brother no hold on, i don't think i want to know you're getting really deep into the persona, then. deductions? really?
consulting_detective (22:12): It seemed like the right thing to do. You are being very hypocritical, Doctor John Watson.
you (22:13): how oh, god, of course you'd know, you would that's different, though. my parents never read the books. the medicine, the army, it was a complete coincidence. i didn't even realize until i came home to london and read the stories again. so is this, by the way. i mean, i'm called john watson, and i meet a sherlock holes? *holmes what are the odds?
consulting_detective (22:14): I should say seven thousand and one hundred and sixty-three to one against.
you (22:15): did you actually calculate that, or did you just guess?
consulting_detective (22:15): I never guess.
you (22:16): right, yes. you wouldn't. oh my god, and you beta fic for people. you're a consulting beta
consulting_detective (22:16): That's a lousy joke, John.
you (22:17): you are, though oh, i bet your literary counterpart would have loved that.
consulting_detective (22:18): Considering the number of times he criticized the works of your literary counterpart, I should say so. Not that I blame him. Your use of adjectives is horrid.
you (22:18): is this you offering to beta my fic? in a very convoluted and awkward sort of way?
consulting_detective (22:19): Only if think you're able to take it.
you (22:20): right, yes. i do know that, actually. well, Sarah and Mike would probably be delighted to get a breather, but i don't know if it would be wise of me to say yes. you would probably rip me apart.
consulting_detective (22:21): Frightened?
you (22:21): of you?
consulting_detective (22:21): Petty comebacks don't suit you, John. You are not talking with anyone else. Yes, of me.
you (22:22): … i don't know. i mean, i know you are good at what you do, but - I don't know. you would probably change me forever. for better or for worse. i don't know if i'd like that.
consulting_detective (22:23): I can take care of you.
you (22:23): … are we still talking about fanfic?
consulting_detective (22:24): You tell me, John.
cute enough to shoot you down (jumperfucker) wrote,
Guess who I met on my way to Tesco's.
There was no trace of Tall, Pale and Gorgeous on the second day on the con, as most of you know - I've sure griped quite a lot about it afterwards - so apart from the faint hope of coming across him at another con some time, I wasn't actually planning on seeing him again. Turns out the man is a Londoner.
We were on either side of the street, so I'm pretty sure he didn't see me - even if he did, I hardly think he'd notice me, let alone recognize the short bloke in a jumper he's brushed past in a con, once. Ah well. He stalked past like a dark, long-limbed panther. It was very pretty.
And, you know. I've had a long day, I was tired, I was hungry, there was Top Gear on at eight. I'm not a creepy stalker, so I didn't follow him wherever the hell he was prowling to. But it was good to dream, for a while.
consulting_detective (22:11): And yet, I am. My parents had a very peculiar sense of humour.
you (22:12): do you have a brother
no hold on,
i don't think i want to know
you're getting really deep into the persona, then. deductions? really?
consulting_detective (22:12): It seemed like the right thing to do.
You are being very hypocritical, Doctor John Watson.
you (22:13): how
oh, god, of course you'd know, you would
that's different, though. my parents never read the books. the medicine, the army, it was a complete coincidence. i didn't even realize until i came home to london and read the stories again.
so is this, by the way. i mean, i'm called john watson, and i meet a sherlock holes?
*holmes
what are the odds?
consulting_detective (22:14): I should say seven thousand and one hundred and sixty-three to one against.
you (22:15): did you actually calculate that, or did you just guess?
consulting_detective (22:15): I never guess.
you (22:16): right, yes. you wouldn't.
oh my god, and you beta fic for people.
you're a consulting beta
consulting_detective (22:16): That's a lousy joke, John.
you (22:17): you are, though
oh, i bet your literary counterpart would have loved that.
consulting_detective (22:18): Considering the number of times he criticized the works of your literary counterpart, I should say so.
Not that I blame him. Your use of adjectives is horrid.
you (22:18): is this you offering to beta my fic?
in a very convoluted and awkward sort of way?
consulting_detective (22:19): Only if think you're able to take it.
you (22:20): right, yes. i do know that, actually.
well, Sarah and Mike would probably be delighted to get a breather, but
i don't know if it would be wise of me to say yes.
you would probably rip me apart.
consulting_detective (22:21): Frightened?
you (22:21): of you?
consulting_detective (22:21): Petty comebacks don't suit you, John.
You are not talking with anyone else. Yes, of me.
you (22:22): … i don't know. i mean, i know you are good at what you do, but - I don't know.
you would probably change me forever. for better or for worse.
i don't know if i'd like that.
consulting_detective (22:23): I can take care of you.
you (22:23): …
are we still talking about fanfic?
consulting_detective (22:24): You tell me, John.
cute enough to shoot you down (jumperfucker) wrote,
Guess who I met on my way to Tesco's.
There was no trace of Tall, Pale and Gorgeous on the second day on the con, as most of you know - I've sure griped quite a lot about it afterwards - so apart from the faint hope of coming across him at another con some time, I wasn't actually planning on seeing him again. Turns out the man is a Londoner.
We were on either side of the street, so I'm pretty sure he didn't see me - even if he did, I hardly think he'd notice me, let alone recognize the short bloke in a jumper he's brushed past in a con, once. Ah well. He stalked past like a dark, long-limbed panther. It was very pretty.
And, you know. I've had a long day, I was tired, I was hungry, there was Top Gear on at eight. I'm not a creepy stalker, so I didn't follow him wherever the hell he was prowling to. But it was good to dream, for a while.
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*holmes
FREUDIAN MUCH??? XD
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I've been giggling for a long time now, but this, THIS. I just started chortling.
This story is so, so awesome.
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