[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 246]

[snowblindmods]

We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:

John Watson
William Sherlock Scott Holmes
The Joker
Stephen Strange
Clint Barton

Comments

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[What the fuck.]

Are any of 'em back yet?

[Crossing his little gangster fingers that the Joker's not.]

@hotstud_xxx; text

[rubikscomplex]

holy crap
his name's WILLIAM

[Well, he knows Sherlock's nickname from hence forth.]

@jwatson; text (Night 246)

[jumpthegun]

Well, I did wake up in a morgue, but I'm fair certain I'm alive. Is this a joke? Spot the name that doesn't belong doesn't work too well when you've got the poshest prick name imaginable along with a comic book villain.

private

[devoutish]

[Welp. He doesn't need to ask what his loss is.]

What do you remember?

private

[jumpthegun]

[Oh, we're going private now. That's interesting.]

Would you like me to start from birth or skip ahead a few years? Who are you?

private

[devoutish]

Come off text. You've got a voice; use it.

@starspangledhero, voice

[fifty]

His name's three names. [No one can live at that speed!]

private

[jumpthegun]

You have a name. What is it?

@beyonce | audio | post-lockdown

[thewarningafter]

[This time there aren't any tears, though the sinking fear in his gut is familiar when Stephen logs on and realizes his loss this time is the same as the last.]

I just woke up.

private

[devoutish]

Solomons. You'll find me in that little thing you've got. Old conversations; you can look through 'em.

private

[devoutish]

Where?

@zd; text

[swatsflies]

WHOA. John? What happened?
Dr. Strange?
Wait. Is that John's friend's name?

[ The Scott part is kind of weird. ]

private

[jumpthegun]

[Conversations he doesn't remember having. Conversations that might well have been fabricated for his benefit. To what end, John is still working out.]

Ta! Is there something you actually wanted from me?

private

[devoutish]

Did you find any of them?

private

[jumpthegun]

I haven't particularly gone looking, yet. Seemed rude to leave you waiting.

private

[devoutish]

No, I'll wait. Go on.

[rubikscomplex]

fifty bucks says the brother's got something equally as stupid
david mycroft sherringford holmes

[fifty]

Ha! I mean, I guess they are British. [British people would have three names.]

private

[thewarningafter]

Uh....not sure. Haven't been here before.

[Unseen, Stephen winces. He meant to stall while he tried to figure out who this is, but video is an all too obvious answer to that excuse.]

private

[devoutish]

Right. Send some photos, will you?

[rubikscomplex]

and they're the snooty kinda british, too
have you heard their accents?

[fifty]

Yeah. I mean, Sherringford [that's your name now, Mycroft] works for the British government, too.

private

[jumpthegun]

[John sighs and searches the recent private messages on his tablet for the username. He finds with audio. And what the hell? That's his voice. He listens to the conversation he's having with the other man with mounting horror. They're chattering about... nonsense. The names Mary and Sherlock come up again. And something about spreading himself too thin.

When he comes back, he's scared, but that translates nicely into anger. He doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't remember any of this, and everything is seeming more and more an impossible dream.]

How the hell did you get my voice? I've never spoken to you. I don't know who any of you people are.

@tantalus; voice

[tidalflame]

Whoa...

Would it be dumb for me to ask what happened?

[rubikscomplex]

he is the british government
ooooooo~
let's call him sherry and the the younger one willy