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telling me to do the math well is like telling me to do whatever you do in durham...
( she sighs, raking her fingers in her hair. )
come now, none of us need to die for a secret to be kept!
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"....you call this a telephone? ours has an odd dial...."
she looks at his phone, sighing before she eventually speaks what has been on everyone's mind.
"i couldn't find the alternate version of my friend, lady moriarty. what happened?"
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"mycroftβ!"
door swings wide open, and she rises from the couch, putting the phone down as she goes over to him. it blows her mind away as to how he looks exactly like how her sister would be if she was male; the stern expression, the
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This day becomes more confusing as the clock ticks closer to his evening. He takes his coat and cane by the door then hurries along an awaiting carriage.
"Baker street please. Make haste."
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"eleven of me are in this odd plane. i'm the twelfth. i'm here until a permanent version of your brother will come along, but for now....i bring...."
a sigh.
"man, the previous me was so fucked up in the head..." she says despondently. "i carry his grudges."
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frigid gaze. at his exhortation, she nods.
"yes, i'm sherlock, sherly for shortβbut that doesn't mean that i'm the same...oh, you know, right? i did my calculations..."
she brings her papers. her notes, scribbled, shoving them to her brother.
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[ Mycroft Holmes ]: thanks, myc. i'll just snoop onto this....rectangular mechanism for a while.
hopefully just like her sister....he'd tell her what's up. she's got things to tell him too.
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[ Mycroft Holmes ]: ok ok here's the thing, i sort of AM your brother
[ Mycroft Holmes ]: but like....your SISTER instead because this isn't my place? back where I'm from, YOU'RE my sister and not my brother and π΅π΅π΅π΅
oh god, this isn't working....
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[ Mycroft Holmes ]: 221B, but
[ Mycroft Holmes ]: uh
how does she put this?
[ Mycroft Holmes ]: (PICTURE ATTACHED)
nailed it.
[ Mycroft Holmes ]: you expected a brother, i bet....? π oh wow these are cool π΅π₯΄ππͺπͺπͺβ οΈπ₯π₯π₯ππππ
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He has not seen this number in months. Not after all that happened with their mother and the incident with Le Carre. A sigh of relief was audible at the thought his little brother was alive.
Where are you?-MH
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she looks through her predecessor's belongings. very much like her own, save for this odd....contraption, because she has never seen it before. she can tap on it. there are names.
she texts her sisterβbrother?βbrother.
[ @MycrosoftHolms ] : yo
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wait, is olive garden still here? it's here, right? hmh.....
( scratching her head, she gives a good look at cressida, sighing. )
you know, you're the same wherever you are. nitpicky for words, and i'm grateful for that!
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"HOLY FUβ?!"
when did it get this messy?! the stench of months-old alcohol, the packets of cocaine that she's familiar with, the cigarette butts...where's watson?! where's ms. hudson?!
what happened to her previous self....?!
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