(online, posted in Seeking at about 2AM on day 1)

[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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[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.

[ergaleomancer]

[[Oh now this is rich. Theta doesn't know if she should correct him or laugh and play along. Finally, she decides to settle in the middle.]]

I suppose I should tell you about my world's media at some point...

[bitofafiction]

Yes, I know you are joking, and no, I myself am not. My name is Sherlock Holmes in every legal and personal sense.

[ergaleomancer]

[[She gives him a rather playful pout, but then continues on to her next guess.]]

Were your parents fans?

[bitofafiction]

Ah. And now we come back to that long explanation I was avoiding earlier.

I did not, strictly speaking, have parents, nor did I have a name until I chose one for myself. Borrowing this one seemed appropriate. I like to think I've rather made it my own.

[ergaleomancer]

Oh.

[[She actually takes that quite well, and doesn't particularly see fit to question it. Assumptions again, she's surprised to find out he's not upper class, but instead adjusts her thoughts of him to suppose he's come from a workhouse background. Which isn't terribly a bad thing, as long as he can keep up mentally. Now, if they'd met under different circumstances, she supposes she would have been rather nasty to him if she'd thought that of his background. However, he's obviously been given a scholarship to this school, so that says volumes about him. In fact, the fact that he's intelligent and hypothetically from a workhouse background just goes to prove one of her own theories, that is, that the lower classes really are capable of improving their lot if they dedicate themselves to it.]]

And you've lived up to your namesake, then?

[bitofafiction]

Impeccably.

[ergaleomancer]

Then I look forward to being able to witness some of that for myself~.

[bitofafiction]

This place is certainly not lacking in things to deduce.

[ergaleomancer]

Yes, I wouldn't mind learning a few of its secrets myself~. Do share if you uncover anything juicy, hmm~?

[bitofafiction]

Certainly, if you'll do the same.

[ergaleomancer]

I suppose that's a fair trade~.

[bitofafiction]

I like to think so, yes.