[voice]

[clandestined]

Well, that was exhilarating. Do these festivities happen often, or did I just arrive at the proper time?

No matter. I would, however, like to know who exactly is in charge around here.

Comments

[mindoirsurvivor]

You'll have to define "in charge" a little more narrowly; but if you want to talk to someone who will actually try and give you useful answers, that'd be me.

[clandestined]

And you are?

[mindoirsurvivor]

Chief John Shepard, New Moore Police Department. The boys in the Visitor's Center hand me my budget and my marching orders, but they stay behind their desks or holed up in the hospital and treat all us "fictionals" like mushrooms.

So you're the guy from the East India Company ship, is that right?

[clandestined]

They were remarkably unhelpful. You would think that a Visitor's Center would cater to visitors. [He pauses. Things would have to change, yes.]

I am. Perhaps I was a merchant in a past life.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Got a name?

[clandestined]

Mycroft Holmes. Elder, should you be thinking it.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Oh, I was definitely thinking it.

[clandestined]

He's given you trouble, hasn't he?

[mindoirsurvivor]

Stolen files, interfered with an investigation... if he wasn't right so often I'd lock him up.

[clandestined]

I'm afraid that's not the worst of his infractions.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Before or after he got here?

[clandestined]

Before.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Then I'm too busy to care.

[clandestined]

What do you consider to be his worst infraction, Commander? I'm curious.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Breaking in to leave insulting notes in my office. When he screws with me and helps solve a case, that's fine. When he pisses me off because he's bored, less fine.

[worldsonly]

[ UUGGGGHHHH YOU'RE STILL HERE. ]

You're going to get precisely nowhere.
SH

[clandestined]

[He will never leave you. Brother loves you, Sherlock.]

And why is that?

[worldsonly]

[ great. ]

Because I have already tried.

[clandestined]

How unfortunate.

[worldsonly]

Oh but don't let that stop you, by all means.

[clandestined]

It bothers you, that you haven't found anything.

[worldsonly]

And you've gone off the diet again. We are making obvious statements about each other, aren't we?

[clandestined]

Next will come holiday cards.

[worldsonly]

I'd sooner get personally acquainted with the volcano.

[clandestined]

The heavens would open if I got that sentimental, Sherlock. No need for volcanoes as of yet.

[worldsonly]

Poetic.

Speaking of sentiment, when was the last time you heard from our dear old friend Jim?

[clandestined]

And what makes you bring him up?

[worldsonly]

Curiosity.

[clandestined]

It's neither here nor there, Sherlock. He's of no importance as of now.

[worldsonly]

Well, certainly not since he left.

[heartofbakerst]

Oh, so it wasn't just coincidence then.

Nice to have a familiar face around.

[clandestined]

Hello, John. I'm glad to see Sherlock has at least one of his friends here.

[heartofbakerst]

Well, I suppose someone has to keep an eye on him. I'd rather it be me, personally.

[clandestined]

Of course you would.

Tell me, how much trouble has he gotten into?

[heartofbakerst]

Well, better me than some other poor sod, is what I meant.

Sherlock? He's... actually been kind of good. A little good. Well... no more bad than usual.

[clandestined]

Mhm.

I'd say that's an improvement, don't you think?

[heartofbakerst]

Just seems like normal, every day behaviour to me. I might be a bit too close to notice any improvement. I'll have to take your word for it.

Settled in, yet?

[clandestined]

My my, John. You've gotten domestic.

As much as one can settle.

[heartofbakerst]

Surely, in at least one of your files, you must have stumbled onto the fact that I'm not gay.

Well, I'm glad you're trying to get comfortable, anyway. Enjoy it while it lasts. This place is absolutely mental.