Case Studies - ONGOING INVESTIGATIONS

[worldsonly]

[ The Science of Deduction.co.nm: ]
File #1: New Moore

Update: Have traced the stock of multiple island businesses to dockside warehouses. No ships have been observed making deliveries to the island during my investigation, so where the warehouses are acquiring their stock is unknown and better learned from within.

The number of guards on duty in the first warehouse, which delivers to the supermarket chain, is disproportionately large for a glorified storage unit, roughly what could be considered high security. Brilliantly unusual, for a few dozen crates of what ought to be simple off-island grocery stock.

Guard detail found to be decently trained and willing to exert physical force to restrain and subdue, but does not immediately default to lethal, despite being armed, provoked, and thoroughly startled.

Six theories. Data inconclusive, further investigative action required.

[ and an update on Sherlock, back in REALITYVILLE:
dislocated shoulder, shallow but profusely bleeding head wound, a merry medley of bruises across his chest and arms, and what is going to be a really impressive black eye within a few hours. also, elevated heartrate, breathing, and dilated pupils — he might be a little high, which might have made breaking into the dockside warehouses sans his crackshot soldier seem like a better idea in theory than in practice, but obviously he's confident John will never notice. ]

02:19 TEXT SENT: JW

Get out your med bag, if the beasts
haven't already consumed everything
within.

SH

Comments

TEXT

[heartofbakerst]

What? What do you need
my med kit for? You
haven't gotten hurt,
have you?

TEXT

[heartofbakerst]

Just read your blog.
Oh god. What did you
say to piss off the
guards at that ware-
house

[worldsonly]

I didn't have to say anything. They're
guards, they were rather adverse to
my whole presence.

SH

[heartofbakerst]

I would assume that
first they told you
to leave the premises?

[worldsonly]

Emphatically. In a manner of speaking.

SH

[heartofbakerst]

And what do you
mean by that?

[worldsonly]

[ Sherlock is so unimpressed he's not even going to answer that directly; instead he bursts into the flat and lets his messy injuries speak for themselves while he glances around and assesses the damage of the feline invasion. ]

There are too many bloody cats outside already, do we really need to keep them in here too?

[heartofbakerst]

[ John nearly jumps out of his seat at the sight of him, his jaw dropping. ]

Sherlock, what the hell did they do to you?!

[ He hurries over to him and quickly begins assessing the damage, seeming to be especially concerned with the wound on his head. ]

Jesus you're bleeding all over. Bathroom. Now.

[worldsonly]

I did tell you to fetch your med kit. [ obediently, Sherlock makes his way to the bathroom, tugging off his scarf one-handed as he goes and spitefully draping it over an inconveniently-placed cat. ]

[heartofbakerst]

[ John arrives with his med kit in hand promptly and goes to wet a wash rag to dab at the bleeding head wound and clear up some of the blood. ] Still not answering my question.You have got to take it easy for a while. You don't have quite as much influence here as you did back home.

[worldsonly]

[ unable to move his left arm enough to remove his coat, Sherlock leaves it on and sits on the closed toilet seat, leaning forward so John can satisfy his inner mother hen on the more visible of Sherlock's wounds. ]

But that's all the more reason to keep going, without my network I've got to do everything myself. Besides, [ the grin he flashes is set with a familiar smug triumph, ] you ought to see the others.

[heartofbakerst]

[ John stood baffled for a long moment, just staring at Sherlock and trying to process as quickly as he could the ramifications of such a thing. ]

Please tell me no one saw you.

[worldsonly]

[ momentarily perplexed, Sherlock frowns at John. of course he was seen, he hardly tripped and beat himself up...? oh. concern, obvious. he waves his hand dismissively. ]

No, don't worry, I'm not going to get arrested, they let me go. I just told them I got lost and fought back out of confusion. If they'd wanted me in custody I'd have made Lestrade let me out anyway.

[heartofbakerst]

[ John was not amused with the explanation and continued dabbing at his wound before affixing bit of gauze to his head and wrapping his head with a bandage and then beginning to clean up some of the cuts on his face. ]

You're lucky that you've got him by the balls. No other policeman would ever do this for you. You're lucky Lestrade did show up.

[worldsonly]

John, please. If he wasn't here, I'd have alternate plans. I really wouldn't call it luck.

[ good luck, at least, would have been John and Lestrade never showing up at all, leaving Sherlock with no cracks in his armor when he faces Moriarty. of course, not all luck is good luck, and Sherlock's never put much stock in something so flimsy and unquantifiable anyway. ]

Here, take my coat off.

[heartofbakerst]

It's luck.

[ John was not going to argue any of this. He took note of Sherlock's injured shoulder and carefully helped him remove his heavy wool coat and professionally unbuttoned his shirt. ]

And how many of them were there?

Text, sent anonymously

[vdova]

Need help?

-BW

[worldsonly]

Maybe later.

SH

[vdova]

We should compare notes.

BW

[worldsonly]

I've been here for two months,
do you really think you'll
have anything new for me at
this point?

SH

[vdova]

Have you noticed that no one ever comes out of the Visitor's Center or hospital?

BW

[worldsonly]

You'll have to be clearer if I'm
to stay interested, Ms Spider. I
have entered and exited both
locations myself and been utterly
bored by each.

SH

[vdova]

I'm talking about the workers. But if it doesn't interest you, then I won't bore you with the details.

BW

[worldsonly]

Fine. My email is on my blog.

SH

[vdova]

I'd prefer face to face.

BW