first whip. ♕ anon text

[herrin]

[ she'd been putting on her makeup, last she could recall - that, in and of itself, was a luxury considering the excitement of the last few months. it seemed like all she'd had to do was blink and her comfortable safehouse had disappeared, replaced by some sort of strange manor ballroom, with her sitting in the middle of a rug, hand still raised to apply another brush of eyeshadow.

irene adler was still considering what had happened next, turning it over in her brain again and again as she was finally released from what she now knew what was a castle. rather than cause a fuss immediately, it seemed almost safer to keep her head down and test things on her own; like this supposed new 'power' that she had. ordinarily, she was one to keep both feet nailed to the ground...

but given what had just happened, anything seemed possible, if not probable. it would be an elaborate ruse, and even mycroft holmes wasn't that good. he couldn't make people vanish (at least, not in this sense) and appear in a completely new location within the span of a second.

she managed to work her bracelet with relative ease, brushing a finger over the stone inset in it; from her god house? if that was truly what it was? giving the guide a quick skim, she could make a few assumptions.

1. this place was based upon norse mythology.
2. chances of the people in charge being sane were very limited.

well, it was time to jump in, wasn't it?

making certain that the video function was OFF (she didn't need to worry about that introduction, not yet), she fiddled with her settings a bit more, finding a bench to settle herself on. then, carefully, she typed: ]

I have to say, this isn't quite what I expected.
Saving the world(s) through feelings? It's all very touchy-feely and..
Not very me, I'm afraid.

I'd like it if someone could tell me what on earth is happening.
Go on. Impress a girl.

[ and if that wasn't enough of a hint, the text is signed: ]

IA.

Comments

anon text.

[considered]

[ her eyes are drawn to the signature.

jamie moriarty's mind makes sense of it in a moment. she had already accepted the multiple sherlocks, the male watson, jim moriarty. she had accepted them all without a fuss and without a blink but this. this is interesting.

because if she's right (and so rarely is she ever wrong), then there are two options. One, there is another female moriarty and she is using the same fantasy jamie once build for sherlock holmes. the other, there is an irene adler and if there is, well. if there is, then she is an artwork come to life, a Madonna who walked out of her painting to walk in empty museum halls.

she smiles. she smilessmilessmiles ]

impress a woman.

[ a subtle correction but a necessary one. irene adler has never been a girl. ]

anon text.

[herrin]

[ how interesting. the correction seemed to be a point being made, but didn't sound like anyone she knew. if they knew her, recognized her, she might be at a disadvantage here. jim moriarty would not call her 'woman', john watson would not speak anonymous (he's too forthright for that), sherlock would sign his name (or better, not answer). so, who was this?

this was a game. ]

The Woman, if you like.

anon text.

[considered]

[ The Woman, Jamie could laugh. she could paint a hundred paintings, plot a thousand murders, she feels inspired, blood running hot and a grin on her lips. this is lovely, and her mind wraps around a name of her (ireneirene but not yet) ]

Galatea.

anon text;

[tigers]

[ He's about to call Holmes out on his anon bullshit again, but then he stops. IA, huh? He really doesn't like the look of that. Initials could belong to any name, but he isn't stupid enough to ignore that these particular initials match up with Irene Adler.

U G H gross. He can only hope he's wrong. ]

Why the devil should I impress you? You ought to be impressing me. Go on, then. [ Pictures will be acceptable. ]

anon text.

[herrin]

[ no discernible clues that this was anyone she knew, though perhaps they had a valid point. impress them? hm. then again, she wasn't a circus animal, to leap up upon command. ]

And 'why the devil' (as you say) should I impress you?

anon text.

[tigers]

[ Moran very rarely has a valid point. Look at him go. He reached new heights today. ]

Why the devil not?

anon text;

[grimmig]

Shame really. Asgard was counting on you to whip it into shape.

anon text.

[herrin]

[ yes. perfect. not who she was looking for, but someone who knew her. oh, what fun. if she really thought about it, there were two possibilities: mycroft holmes or jim moriarty. one was dead. the other wouldn't count on her for anything. interesting. ]

And how about you?

A woman has to make a living.

[grimmig]

Me? Oh, I'm dependable. But probably not desirable.

I dare say she does.

anon text

[becauseichooseto]

well it would seem we need a new group name for anons. a whispering of anons? a gossip?

anon text

[grimmig]

My vote's for whispering.

anon text

[becauseichooseto]

Doesn't quite have the underlying motive behind the anon, though. to spread mystery and cause a reaction.

anon text;

[tigers]

I'd quite prefer an ambush of anons.

anon text;

[becauseichooseto]

Oh! Well done!

anon text.

[herrin]

Are people always anonymous to cause a reaction?

[ yes, she's been reading the other threads. ]

[Text NOT ANON]

[hadbadays]

[ God.

IA.

Initials as signature. He's come to connect that to people connected with Sherlock, and that along with the way this is written is just so. Familiar. IA. Could it be? They seem to be showing up now, after all. People of realities with Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock himself, two Moriarty ...

Could it be?

Let's try to throw a bait. Or. Something. This isn't really his forte. He should just leave this to Sherlock, but then, Sherlock would probably know if this was really Irene or not without double checking.

He's not sure if he wants this to really be Irene or not. ]

I'm not sure they've got something that would impress you.

anon text.

[herrin]

[ yes. perfect. she'd been hoping he was here; she'd seen the name on the list of those she could contact via this bracelet and had hoped that john watson had gotten her hint. that said, she wasn't being particularly subtle.

subtlety wasn't the point. ]

And you do?

Please, share with the class.

[Text]

[beforethewar]

[Oh good grief. This again? Humans and their desperate need to feel mysterious. He assumes it's a human, anyway. It could be one of those odd troll creatures, but their texts are usually difficult to read, at best.]

Why would anyone be interested in impressing someone they don't know? A wasted effort, I'd think.

anon text.

[herrin]

Why not?

In my experience, everyone loves a good chance to show off.

[ but she doesn't want to be mysterious! not really. she just wants to talk to someone very particular, without revealing that she's here quite yet. ]

video;

[ex_galvanist88]

Really, I'd like to impress you in person. This magical internet is good and all, but there's a lot to be said for face-to-face communication.

[fun fact: not knowing what a woman looks like will not stop Whale from hitting on her.]

anon text.

[herrin]

[ whale, look at your choices right now. seriously. examine them. ]

And what is your trick, then?

What is so impressive about you?

[ no implication that he's NOT impressive. just .. a question. ]

Anon text;

[tradire]

[ At the very least, the false Asgardian gods see fit to provide him with something Loki can actually use. Though he has no reason to hide, it certainly is nice the cloak can be pulled across the screen. ]

And there you sit, demanding to be impressed and offer nothing in return.
Do you expect to gather correct information this way?

anon text.

[herrin]

[ she always loves to teach others new tricks. ]

I can offer much in return .. at a later date.

I find it best not to have expectations, this early in the game.

text.

[unpuzzling]

[He debates over his typing style for a moment, deciding to go with the style that mimicked Moriarty's when he spoke to Moran. It's more professional, but closer to how people might 'view' Sherlock. As far as he understands it, anyway.]

Irene Adler. You are, incidentally, one of six people in the city with their first initial being an 'I', but the only one with the latter initial being an 'A'. That said, your 'introduction' leaves much to be desired.

text, private.

[herrin]

[ interesting. the name on the bracelet said 'sherlock holmes' - but not her sherlock homes. at least, unless he'd decided to give up the silly SH at the end of his texts, which she doubted. if she hadn't been warned beforehand by john that there were two, she might have spent more time pondering this.

as it was, fascinating. ]

Mr. Sherlock Holmes - though, regretfully, not the one with the silly hat. I was told there were two; I didn't count on meeting you quite so soon.

Does it really? Should I have written poetry, composed a serenade?