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no_fastolfe ([personal profile] no_fastolfe) wrote2011-10-17 07:04 pm

8.0 Day in the Library (Spamlogs)

[Private to Sherlock]
At your convenience. I will understand if the way is impassable, however. I found myself among a wetland on my way this morning.

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[Vasilia is in the library, shelving books and generally getting the lay of the stacks. When she sees something out of place she goes for it-- surgical, putting it back in order as if she blames it for being out. Patterns, she's always been good at patterns.]

[OOC: Sorry about the lateness, Nemo!]

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
And what is your opinion of them? Wishing you'd pushed for the laboratory after all?

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods.] By all means.

The grid. [His intonation is entirely steady, but it's a question all the same.]

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, I take it he's another fictional construct. [He says it somewhat snidely, despite the fact his own life is pressed between the pages of a book only a few aisles across from them.]

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He raises an eyebrow.] You don't- No, of course you don't. Earth. [He debated obtaining a copy of the alternate Sherlock Holmes stories, but ultimately decided against it, if she wanted she could always find them herself.] We're not all from alternate worlds. Some of us are from each other's fictions.

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He spreads his hands to indicate the barge.] Organic matter randomly appearing in the corridors, ghosts, invisible beings? People turning into animals?

Very little here makes actual sense.

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
I'm simply saying our previous notions of what is and isn't possible may bear some further scrutiny.

[Though her idea is more than a little unsettling. He frowns, how would he know? Does a construct believe it's real right up until the point it ceases to exist?]

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-27 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That would give rise to broad similarities, stories more like myths or legends. But correct down to the specifics? Down to the things people would never tell? ... I'll have to get hold of those Potter books for you...

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-28 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head.] Then it would only work for- [he breaks off at the second part of her statement.]

Ah, well. Great value. [He doesn't make that into a question, just lets it hang there.]

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-10-28 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sighs, it's a very long-suffering, pointed sigh. And then he abruptly walks away, finds one of the Conan Doyle books, and brings it back.]

Myself.

[Of course he isn't the best example what with the time period difference, but there's his alternate self to point out.]

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[identity profile] byronicsherlock.livejournal.com 2011-11-01 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Alternate universes, millions upon millions of alternate universes. In many Sherlock Holmes is a fictional construct. In mine, he is a living, breathing, thinking being. Both are true. Both must be true because here I am and here that is, both existing simultaneously.

It certainly raises interesting questions of pre-destination and free will, but then those are much the same questions theologians have attempted to reconcile for centuries. Only in my case, I know there is a God, and his name is Conan-Doyle. [He may make a good show of not being fazed, but that last is said with more than a hint of bitterness.]