[As soon as they had noticed the first signs of something going wrong, their little group had scattered as effectively as possible to minimise the risk of anyone being hurt if they further lost control. Not that Sherlock has felt like he's losing control; in fact, he barely noticed a difference until near lunch time when his normally loquacious tongue only seemed capable of the most banal of statements.
He's been practising to himself for nearly an hour before he finally turns to the network. He wants data, he wants to know who is suffering what, but mostly... he wants the reassurance that this is happening to other people as well. He doesn't want to be the only one, to watch the degeneration of his own mind is a horrific thing, but he can cope if he knows it's temporary. If he knows it's just one of the mind games this place is playing on all of them, not just... not his own brain betraying him.
He chooses text partially because it's his preferred medium, but mostly because he wants to see if his language is any better written than it is spoken. The answer, fairly quickly, is evidently not.]
Words bad.
[Words bad? Words bad? That's truly atrocious. He concentrates hard, he wants to say: A deterioration of the ability to express myself through verbal and written communication has been observed, something which has declined rapidly within the span of only a few hours. Comparison with other residents who may be suffering the same degeneration may provide further insight. Respond below.
What ends up coming over the network, however:]
Other people words bad? Not alone, please. Bit not good.
He's been practising to himself for nearly an hour before he finally turns to the network. He wants data, he wants to know who is suffering what, but mostly... he wants the reassurance that this is happening to other people as well. He doesn't want to be the only one, to watch the degeneration of his own mind is a horrific thing, but he can cope if he knows it's temporary. If he knows it's just one of the mind games this place is playing on all of them, not just... not his own brain betraying him.
He chooses text partially because it's his preferred medium, but mostly because he wants to see if his language is any better written than it is spoken. The answer, fairly quickly, is evidently not.]
Words bad.
[Words bad? Words bad? That's truly atrocious. He concentrates hard, he wants to say: A deterioration of the ability to express myself through verbal and written communication has been observed, something which has declined rapidly within the span of only a few hours. Comparison with other residents who may be suffering the same degeneration may provide further insight. Respond below.
What ends up coming over the network, however:]
Other people words bad? Not alone, please. Bit not good.
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