A small title flashes along the bottom of the screen: "George Mason University." This is followed by another: "Sunday, August XX, 20XX." It is featured over the following:
A flurry of activity. Cars are going by. People with luggage are wandering around. People are hugging - families saying goodbye and friends saying hello.
It's move-in weekend at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, and fall classes will start on Monday. The date fades out.
A young woman, carrying only a couple small bags, wanders through the crowd. She's a short-ish, brunette, twenty-something senior studying pre-med. Her name is JOON HANNAH WATSON.
Joon: (Trying to call out for help:) Hello? Does anyone know where 221B Baker Street is?
Another young woman, average height, also brunette and a twenty-something senior, walks up to Joon. This young woman is SHERLOCK HOLMES. Unlike Joon, she has no bags.
Sherlock: You must be Joon Watson. I'm Sherlock Holmes. Come on, this way.
The two shake hands and, once Joon picks her bags back up, begin to walk.
Joon: (Confused:) How'd you know who I am?
Sherlock: Based on the information provided by the school housing department, I found all your social media profiles: Facebook, Twitter, the like. That way, I knew what you looked like, based on photos you have posted. By the way, if you're going to be my housemate, don't let me catch you making any more of those ridiculous "duck faces." It makes you look like you've had too many lemons.
Joon gives a "WTF" face.
Sherlock: This will be your first full year at this school, won't it?
Joon becomes even more confused.
Sherlock: Oh, don't give me that look. I just read your education listings and text posts on Facebook, as I've said. And you were the one who just said you still don't know your way around campus.
Joon: Touché.
Sherlock: Based on your social media likes, I could see your name is actually Juniper, shortened to Joon, as in Benny and. Even though he cares about you haven't talked to your brother lately, probably because you think he drinks too much. Or because he and his lady friend have just broken up.
Joon: What?! Nobody knows that except for my parents! How could you tell?
Sherlock: Again, it was just based on your online likes, and your present confirmation.
Joon: So, you guessed?
Sherlock: No, I deduced.
Joon: OK... So how did you "deduce" where I'd get lost?
Sherlock: I know this school like the back of my hand. I just wandered around until I found you. It also helped that you gave up trying to find our place outside Southside. It's only the most popular dining hall on-campus.
As they walk, Joon still looks confused. And kinda shocked.
Joon: Oh, you're good.
Sherlock answers Joon, but doesn't turn to show her roommate a smug look:
Sherlock: I know.
Joon: Now, who are you? I should know, since we're apparently living together, and you already know practically everything about me!
Sherlock: I play loud music sometimes when I'm thinking, and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Roommates should know the worst about each other. This should be enough to go on with, don't you think?
Joon: What?!
Sherlock: Yeah, I'm always like this.
Sherlock and Joon continue to walk around campus towards the townhouses for a moment.
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