Who: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Shinichi Kudou
What: MEET THE BABY. BABY, MEET YOUR NEW DAD, SAME VERSE AS THE FIRST
Where: the flat
When: afternoon after john's arrival/return
Warnings: unavoidable awkwardness, probs

Surprising no one more than himself, Sherlock actually did manage to fall asleep the first night of John's return. They'd gotten in from dinner and showing John around the city late enough that Shinichi had already gone to bed, and woke up after he'd gone to school, so it's nearly a full day later that Sherlock finally has the opportunity to (re)introduce them.

It had been hard for Sherlock to determine how Shinichi had taken John's release -- he'd been a little preoccupied with his own grief, and staving off his looming relapse under Irene's careful watch -- but he's seemed a bit quiet since, and Sherlock is only a little bit loath to admit that he hopes John's return will cheer Shinichi up too.

Of course, Sherlock is still Sherlock, and there's very little preamble when the two of them are finally in the same place at the same time and he waves in Shinichi's direction, saying, "John, that's Shinichi." There, all taken care of.

I'm not sure when we'll be getting a release list this month. But I can tell you that Chief Lin Beifong is no longer here. Nor Officer Julie Grigio, or Ms. Carol Danvers. I'm sure there are probably others as well, but I don't have a final list. I'm sorry.

This place hasn't made it any easier on us, has it?

[Private to: Koizumi]
I have a packet for you. Chief Beifong left it. She'd always said I was to give it to you directly. Do you have a minute for me to stop by?

I am pretty sure it's been WELL established by now I'm not a freaking dog! Somebody undo this!

Oh for the love of- Shit. All right. I still haven't figured out all the ways this thing works. I mean, a phone is one thing, but this is a bit more complicated than it needs to be.

[There's a heavy pause, and a sigh. When he speaks again, his voice is slightly strained.]

Is there a way to figure out who all's here on this island? I probably should have just asked at the hospital, I just... wanted to see if there was anyone I might know.

Who: Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler
What: "John Watson has been released."
Where: this GODFORSAKEN ISLAND
When: post-pokemon
Warnings: ?? drug/suicide references probs

( and now it's time to leave and turn to dust )

I'm not entirely sure why everyone's acting so strangely lately, but I suppose that's really none of my business :( How about a game of Cluedo, though? That'll cheer everyone right up, don't you think? :)

Well, isn't this a pickle? I've spent the past few nights reviewing the network — partially for a bit of light reading, cos I can't seem to find hide nor hair of my Asimov collection, and partially to fill some irreconcilable gaps in my knowledge. For example, how is it possible I never spoke to Iron Man while he was here? Not once? Honestly, talk about missed opportunities, I'm disappointed in myself. I've shared living quarters with an honest to goodness alien for years and never once thought to ask him of the atmospheric makeup of his home planet? WHO AM I? And Victor, it seems we're long overdue for a discussion on the exact nature of nanite technology. Please, regale me.

Also, it seems I've been a bit— well, I'm honestly not one for foul language, but a bit of an arse. I'd like to apologise to anyone I've offended over the years. That kind of behaviour just isn't socially acceptable. I'm not normally like that!

But frankly, quite a lot of what's been said to me on here is hurtful as well, so perhaps we were all feeling out of sorts.

At any rate! I'd be chuffed as chips if we could all come to an understanding and agree to move forward in a more pleasant manner.

People can still show up here if they die, right?

WHAT: sweet, sweet nightmares.
WHO: natasha romanova & irene adler & YOU.
WHEN: between 2/27 and 3/1.
NOTE: each character will have a top level comment with their option for dreams. there may be further comments of dreams that are locked to certain players.
WARNINGS: triggering and content warnings for child abuse, torture and blood. will edit with any further warnings.

WHAT: dreams, not all of them fun
WHO: ukraine, sherlock holmes, and YOU
WHEN: whenever everyone is wandering around interrupting dreams like rude people
NOTE: ukraine only has the one dream, but any of sherlock's are up for grabs, and feel free to come up with an entirely different scenario for him at your leisure!

( UKRAINE )


( SHERLOCK )

¿ʎǝɥʇ ǝʌɐɥ 'sʇoqoɹ ןɐpıɔıɯoɥ ʎq pǝddɐɹʇ uǝǝq s,ǝuo ou ¿ʎɐʞo ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ sı ˙ǝɯıʇ ʇsɐן ʇuɐsɐǝןd uɐɥʇ ssǝן sɐʍ ʇɐɥʇ ˙uıɐbɐ ǝןqɐןıɐʌɐ ʇ,usı sıʌɹɐظ ʇɐɥʇ ןnɟǝʇɐɹb ǝq pןnoɥs ǝʍ ǝsoddns ı ¿uıɐbɐ ppo buıɥʇǝɯos buıop sı ʎboןouɥɔǝʇ ǝɥʇ ssǝnb ı ˙˙˙ɥɐ





[At the bottom of the post, in small, innocuous letters, is a link that reads: Novel transcription scenes. ...Do you click it? It is not safe for work!]

[ the audio starts with Sherlock's voice in the middle of a sentence, clearly not intended to be recorded: ] -- absurdly boring. Statistically, everyone's too busy having sex or breaking up to commit any decent crimes.

[ but no, it's not just Sherlock sniping to be snotty. another voice fizzes over the line, less distinct, but still audible. ] Oh yeah? Which will you be doing? Though, judging by the wine...

[ sounding uncomfortable and irritated, like the only person allowed to make invasive observations about strangers is himself, ] What about the wine? it's not top shelf but it's serviceable for a perfectly ordinary dinner, there's nothing special to say about it. Just take the card and shut up.

[ the sound of an item being rung up flicker through the recording. cheekily, like the words are accompanied by a knowing smirk, ] Yeah, not TOP shelf, don't want to presume, right? But still good enough to look like you tried, if anyone wants to notice. I see a lot of that around this time, you know.

[ flatly: ] I really don't care.

Sure you don't want to grab another one? Or some chocolates, I bet that'll really surprise 'em. You don't seem the type to make that kinda gesture usually...

[ a pause. ]

Oh for God's -- Fine. That one. No, no cash back. Fantastic. I hope someone breaks something very expensive in a very difficult to clean shelf ten minutes before you close. Goodbye.

[ the tinkle of a door bell rings over the line, and from that point, there's only the sound of expensive loafers tapping against the sidewalk, and the occasional snippet of Sherlock berating himself under his breath: ] Bloody buggering -- the stupidest idea -- idiocy of it all, as if -- wouldn't notice if I hit him with the bottle --

[ text to John Watson, though not as private as one would hope for a text to be: ]

Cashier was strangely insistent on pushing chocolates on me as if they
were somehow more significant today than any other day. Hope you like
truffles, since I have no interest in them.

Italian?

How do you ordinarily celebrate Valentine's Day? Inquiring minds would like to know.

[ the next bit is intended to be private to a mr. sherlock holmes, but it goes very much awry and is public for all to see. not that they would understand the nuance. ]

Dinner?

Ms Adler. If you've experienced any particularly grievous injuries over the last couple of years before your arrival here, be prepared to deal with them again. Don't bother with the hospital, obviously, it'll be full of idiots coming in to cry about papercuts and old stove burns.

If not, it would perhaps be in Shinichi's best interest if you looked after him for the next few days. John is -- not well, and I don't -- ggnk --

[ there's a clatter, then the sound of violent choking for several seconds as well as a scratching, as if fingers were being scrabbled over the surface of the phone, until it disconnects and sends the audio. unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Sherlock, the buttons he unintentionally selected were for the public option. ]

Please.

[ the girl speaks so quietly, she almost isn't heard. but she's finally managed to figure out how to communicate with others like everyone else seems to be doing. she glances up at the camera and then back down at the doll in her arms, clutching it. ]

I don't know where I am. I need to be home. Father will be angry and .. I need to go home. I'm not supposed to stay out late, with strangers.

I think I speak for everyone here when I say, "What?"

Just about sums up the situation. So who here isn't really confused because that would make you the minority from the looks of it.

Also if you work with the deceased and one of your bodies is missing a hand, it's in my fridge. Sorry. ...And sorry to the fish enthusiast who lives here besides me. Really really sorry.

[ A young boy's voice comes in, and it sounds concerned. Panicked, even. ]

Hi, so, I'm looking for a small boy with dark hair and blue-green eyes. Answers to "Sherlock". Has anyone seen him? Please...?

I'm going to be in so much trouble if he gets too lost...