Voice | UN: S.H.

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[ Sherlock Holmes has no idea how this works and what to do. He's honestly more than a little unnerved by the earpiece sending him voices and images given everything, but there's no getting around it. Seeing and hearing things is his lot in life. ]

Wanted resources current technology, science, stop.

Have 1880s knowledge, stop.

Respond to S.H. stop.

[ There is a pause in the recording as he reconsiders the ending given that this isn't like leaving a message to Watson while he's out... even if there is a chance of a Watson reading this. ]

Sherlock Holmes, stop.

How am I to know this worked? Am I just talking to myself again?

[ If this sounds like a telegram or a newspaper advert until the end, that's because he's "composing" this like the closest technology equivalent he knows... and it ended up as voice because help. He's from 1882, and what is all this?!

And since he's mistakenly doing this voice and not text, that aside comment and sudden deep coughing attack he tries to muffle is picked up and recorded. A Victorian immune system of someone who hasn't been sleeping or eating well for weeks never stood a chance. ]

audio, un: strange

[rehandle]

Just a quick notice to those of you who haven't had the pleasure - there's a sentient cloak loose in the halls. Big, red, a blue patch on the back. Nothing to worry about, it's usually harmless.

[ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother with the public service announcement, but... ]

If you see it, do me a favour and tell it to grow up.

Oh— and welcome aboard. Or back, I hear we have returnees.



[ It briefly seems like he's gone at this point, only suddenly, in abrupt afterthought - ]

Newton Geiszler, if you collude with the Cloak today I will personally ensure you remain on your prescribed bed rest for the foreseeable future.

[ Chipper!! Jovial!! And that's Strange out. ]