Zombie Strippers From Mars [open to anyone that'd have an excuse to be in Medbay]

[on_your_nerves]

Faffing about on his omnicom had Sherlock mildly entertained for a bit, but it didn't last long. Five minutes into the movies John had brought, the consulting detective had slumped back on his Medbay bed insisting that movies were boring (because everything was boring at the moment) and demanding to be knocked unconscious until he was allowed to leave. When John pointed out that injuring him further was slightly counterproductive in regards to him getting out of Medbay, he went into a world-class sulk.

It wasn't so much that he was bored as the fact he was bored and there was an entire spaceship to go poking and prodding around in. The boredom was multiplied and magnified by the fact that there were things to do, advancements in forensic science (and biology and chemistry...) he could read about and so on.

There could be zombies somewhere! Actual living, breathing zombies! Never mind the part where zombies weren't alive and didn't breathe.

At first, the crime rate--or lack thereof--had had him worried this whole venture would be hopelessly tiresome, but apparently, there was more going on than met the eye. (Zombies!)

After his "your movies are boring" based tantrum, John had been in and out of the Medbay, taking advantage of Sherlock's little fit of petulant disinterest in anything but leaving to go prod around the ship himself.

Nothing to do. The whole ship was out there waiting for Sherlock. And where was that tea he asked for from that random stranger? He'd conveniently kept the biscuits given to him by that other random stranger.

"Zombie strippers. Honestly."

At this point, he was fairly certain John selected one-third of the movies they watched because of the explosions in them, one-third because they involved some sort of historical warfare, and the last one-third because of how much he thought Sherlock was going to yell at the screen. Of course, toss in the ones John watched because the actresses in them were attractive and it messed up all the proportions.

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[monster_san]

So, Sherlock Holmes was now living on the ship.

This was a little hard to digest for someone whose primary exposure to him had been re-runs of Famous Detective Holmes, but maybe that was for the best. The personality of the man himself seemed very, very different from the canine version.

Nevertheless, she had offered to get him reading material and tea, so that was what she had done, carrying a PADD full of information on criminolgy and forensics scattered from 2012 to 2370, veering off into the methods of various Earths-to-be. She also had a small thermos of tea--one sugar, unfortunately. It didn't take long to find him, given the lack of other bedbound patients. "Excuse me, Mr. Holmes? My name is Fuu--we talked over the omnicomm."

[on_your_nerves]

He extended one hand lazily.

"Ah yes. The tea?"

Now, please.

He didn't seem the least bit grateful for her doing him a favor like this, which possibly came off exceedingly rude, but that could have just been a result of his having a rather stiff manner.

In fact, he did rather appreciate it, given that tea was probably so difficult to find in a place such as this, and intended on extending a favor in return if she wanted one. It was possibly difficult to tell, though, given he was giving her the gimme gimme gesture with his hand.

[monster_san]

Well, Sherlock Holmes might have been a brilliant detective, but it seemed that his grasp of manners was rather lacking. Though Fuu supposed that was only to be expected, given how he'd said he had ended up with thirteen stab wounds in the first place. "I'm afraid I was only able to use one sugar," she said, taking a moment to loosen the thermos lid slightly before handing it over so that he wouldn't have to spend ten minutes wrestling with it.

"I've found texts and some audio recordings dating from 2012 AD to 2370, and a few calendars that depart from the AD calendar system," she went on. "I hope you find it interesting enough."

[on_your_nerves]

Even short a sugar, the tea was very welcome, and he adjusted the back of his medbay bed so he could sit up and drink that first. Thermos in one hand, he picked up the PADD she brought, thumbing through the the readings there.

"Yes, this will do quite nicely," he said, and at least his tone sounded appreciative.

[monster_san]

Fuu smiled at the appreciative tone; that was something. From what she remembered of the Holmes stories, he had a sense of etiquette and politeness that was different from what most people would expect. It was even true of the dog version, who tended to grab people and drag them along without explanation.

"I'm glad," she said, and found herself wondering how to continue the conversation without being rude. "I hope you recover from your injuries quickly, Mr. Holmes. I think there are many things on this ship that you would find fascinating."

[on_your_nerves]

For a little while, he sat there thumbing through the readings, sipping his tea, and then he looked over at Fuu again, as if he was surprised she was still there.

Oh, right. Conversation. The people here seemed very...social.

"Elaborate for me then. What on this ship is particularly fascinating?"

He didn't sound skeptical, though, in fact he sounded rather interested.

[monster_san]

"Hm... well, there's the Media Library itself, of course," Fuu said. "And watching the Bleed from the Observation Deck can be quite fascinating, if quiet. If you're looking for a place with more variety, however, the City has hundreds of places that were salvaged from our worlds, like the Meiji Shrine."

She thought for another moment. "And the fact that we're on a living spaceship with several personalities is quite fascinating in of itself, or at least I think it is."

[on_your_nerves]

"You are right on that last point. Has anyone properly interrogated Stacy?"

Not "spoken with her." Interrogated.