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[jimfromit]

[Jim has been here for a few hours now. Admittedly it came as a bit of a surprise to find he still had the back of his head intact but surprise wore off quickly to be replaced with curiosity and curiosity lead him to the journal. So eventually he decides to sit down still dressed in the suit he was wearing whilst standing on the hospital rooftop with Sherlock.]

So this is the afterlife for me then? No fiery demons? no clouds of angels just a simple boring old castle....how very fairy tale!

Sorry for anybody expecting a good old fashioned "oh my goodness where am i what am i doing here?" introduction but i took the liberty of catching up on some reading. A castle that takes people out of their time and dimension and keeps them here. So at its heart this is just a great big interdimensonal dumping ground...how charming!

Oh sorry where are my manners?. My name is Jim and I’m your new neighbour!

[Filtered to Sherlock]
Come and play darling

Comments

[withmymind]

Not here. It's different.

[jimfromit]

How exactly?

I mean if I need to find a new rulebook to play by I’d like to know now.

[withmymind]

More things are known than people want to hear. No one likes the truth.

[jimfromit]

Nobody ever does.

Unless of course you create your own truths.

[withmymind]

It would be false. Inconsistent. Less helpful.

[jimfromit]

Haven't you ever heard perception is reality?

Create a strong enough lie and wrap it in a ball of little truths it becomes more....real.

[withmymind]

Belief doesn't constitute reality. Reality is fact, what occurred. Lies don't occur.

[jimfromit]

Gifted minds know that. It’s the not so gifted ones that observe events and come up with their own conclusion.

[Thinks] Tell me...can you feel the presence of everybody in the castle?

[withmymind]

Being gifted doesn't mean you can't get it wrong.

[ Pause ] Hear things they wouldn't want you to.

[jimfromit]

Well that explains your introduction...I thought you were just being rude.

So you're like a great big fountain of knowledge?

[withmymind]

You're forgiven.

It works differently.

[jimfromit]

Could you indulge me and say how...please?

It’s very rare for me not to know about something.

[withmymind]

Learn. Know things, remember them. [ Hear them ] Some forget. Some don't wish to remember.

[jimfromit]

Intresting.

How does your mind cope with such a barrage?

[withmymind]

Brains are miraculous things, able to process more information than realise. [ Hers processes even more, but it doesn't always cope ] It's part of a bigger puzzle.

[jimfromit]

It's a shame more people don't realise that but hey ho it makes people like me that much more special.

[withmymind]

Needs an explanation.

[jimfromit]

Call it an ego thing if you must, but I think of myself as better than ordinary people because I use parts of my brain that others don't.

I see things that other people miss; I'm quicker to process information than others.

However if there were more people like me back home my gifts would seem less..."special".

[withmymind]

Observation. Less of a gift. Everyone's capable, most just refuse.

[jimfromit]

So I'm not special?

Careful...you might start giving me an inferiority complex.