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[bitofafiction]

Any unattached Weapon who would like a general note of permission and no obligation to fight may apply to Sherlock Holmes. I won't bother you about battles unless you volunteer. You can usually find me hanging around the White dorm playing the violin.

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[bitofafiction]

Oh, I didn't, the first time. My—for the sake of argument, brother—made it afterwards, in case I encountered another.

[ergaleomancer]

'For the sake of argument'? What's that meant to mean?

[bitofafiction]

It means that brother is not quite the word and I have no particular urge to explain why.

[ergaleomancer]

Keeping secrets~?

[bitofafiction]

No. I don't care to furnish the long-winded explanation, that's all.

[ergaleomancer]

[[She chuckles amusedly and shakes her head.]]

Fair enough, fair enough. But perhaps I might want to know some time when you're more bored~.

[bitofafiction]

Then sometime when I am very bored and we both have quite a lot of time on our hands, perhaps I will try to explain my family.

[ergaleomancer]

In the mean time, you can explain more about your music, perhaps~?

[bitofafiction]

Oh, certainly. Although there is a fair bit of history in that one, too.

Just so I know where to begin my explanation, can you tell me a little more about music in your world?

[ergaleomancer]

I wouldn't know where to begin, really, though I suppose... If you know about Her Majesty but not about ergaleomancy, perhaps we can assume the break in our timelines occurred some time around then? There's classical music, of course, orchestral, suchlike...

Then there's lyrical music, that is to say, songs that are intended to tell a story, usually with instrumental backing that helps with the dramatic nature of the tale...

And there's chap-hop, a miserable concoction of the lower classes... [[That Theta quiet enjoys listening to despite its impropriety, despite how she tries to play up her disapproval of it, probably too hard to be entirely believable.]]

[bitofafiction]

In the latter half of the twentieth century, there came into being a fascinating genre called rock'n'roll, populated by a myriad of distinct groups each producing their own unique developments on the theme. Also considered by some to be a miserable concoction, but I am extremely fond of it.

[ergaleomancer]

'Rock'n'roll'? That...is quite the name, at least, it isn't particularly descriptive, though. What instruments does it favour?

[bitofafiction]

The electric guitar is an iconic one.

[ergaleomancer]

[[She frowns deeply, putting a hand to her temple. Once again that thick fog is rolling in.]]

I...should have something to say about that, but....

[bitofafiction]

Another memory? Well. [smiling] Perhaps you were a guitar player before you were taken.

[ergaleomancer]

Well... Honestly I couldn't imagine that... I spend far too much time concerned about science to have an interest in music, but... Perhaps it will be worth looking into~.

[bitofafiction]

If you have the time, look in the library for music from my world.

[ergaleomancer]

Perhaps a bit of a cultural exchange wouldn't be out of order~.

[bitofafiction]

I would be delighted.

[ergaleomancer]

Another time, perhaps. It's a bit late at the moment, and I intend to read this rulebook of ours... Best to know the system to be able to play it~.

[bitofafiction]

Indeed.

[ergaleomancer]

I don't think I got your name...?

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock Holmes.

[ergaleomancer]

[[She laughs brightly, taking it as a joke.]] And you can call me 'The Doctor', then~.

[bitofafiction]

[He smiles, taking her at her word not because he believes her—he certainly doesn't—but because it makes his point.]

If you insist.