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[fillinfortheskull]

Whatever do you think you're doing?

...I suppose it's a more productive way to deal with boredom than shooting the wall.

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[mysterywriter]

I don't know if I feel more sorry for you having to share space with mine, or me having to share space with yours.

[fillinfortheskull]

You have mine over there?

I'm so sorry.

[mysterywriter]

Well, the one that's supposed to be yours, from what I can figure.

[Not that Alice hasn't been trying to quietly stalk after him, keep tabs on him, and generally figure out what he's up to, because it's Sherlock freaking Holmes, who is pretty much Alice's favorite person to read about. After Himura. Obviously.

He motions a bit.]

Mine's uh. ... you'll probably be prepared.

[Their detectives have way too much in common, from what Alice has noticed.]

[shootthewall]

The wall had it coming.

[fillinfortheskull]

[hiding an irritated smile]

Mrs Hudson didn't think so!

[shootthewall]

[Quite a juxtaposition, irritated and smiling.]

The bullet holes are barely noticeable.

[dadstrade]

At least yours hasn't tried to have you murdered yet, right?

[ Or is that just a thing they do? ]

[fillinfortheskull]

...no. No, he hasn't. [John's eyebrows are racing each other to the top of his skull.]

Is that in one of the few parts of canon I haven't seen yet?

[dadstrade]

No, it's for one of those 'games,' as they call them around here. [ Lestrade would not recommend them, in case you were considering. It feels like this should be some kind of sick record, plotting to have him killed less than two weeks into... whatever this is. ] Does the name Moriary mean anything to you yet?

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[shootthewall]

Oh please, Lestrade, don't ask idiotic questions.

If I wanted to murder Watson he wouldn't know about it anyway.

[dadstrade]

[ Lestrade stares at his phone, blinks, frowns, and then he realizes where the confusion came from. Oh, for god's sake, Sherlock, he wasn't implying that you would be plotting to kill John, of all people. He's kind of refusing to think about you killing anyone, actually. ]

I was talking about these muns, not you. It's not ALWAYS about you, Sherlock.

[ Then he glances around suspiciously. Where is he? And why is he texting instead of moseying on over in person? ]

[logicals]

The wall's moved on. Why can't you?

[fillinfortheskull]

[A snort. There's some genuine amusement in there, buried not so deep.]

It just seems a little unusual to come home to one's roommate destroying the flat in such a... creative manner.

[logicals]

If it's creativity you're after, there's plenty more where that came from.

[flatmatewatson]

I feel the need to apologize for...

[Gestures at general area of chaos in the threads.]

...all that. Sorry.

[fillinfortheskull]

...oh, thank heavens. Someone with a skerrick of sense besides Lestrade.

It's all right. I knew I was inviting trouble.

[flatmatewatson]

[Us Watsons need to stick together. For sanity's sake if nothing else.]

Thanks. I think.

[Granted, it was bizzare enough talking to his own face, sort of mentally wondering if he really looked like that.] Lestrade is sure putting up with a lot.

[alwayssomething]

[... oh, look. So much going on.

Wow, there is so much going on.

Looks like he doesn't need to be here.]

[fillinfortheskull]

[Sherlock is going to find himself grabbed by the ends of his scarf and hauled back into the post]

[alwayssomething]

[Honestly, John.

He saunters back like that's what he meant to do the entire time. ... not that John is actually controlling what he's doing. Obviously.]

[logicals]

_{[ where u goin tho ]}

[alwayssomething]

[somewhere away from this john that insists on attaching himself to me when i have been PERFECTLY FINE being alone since the series started, tyvm

don't need him. nope. not at all.]

[marywatson]

Well, this baby room isn't going to paint itself. Besides, I thought you didn't want me to use guns when I'm this pregnant.

[She shrugs and continues with her painting. She's bored. It's a giant mural of a fairytale castle with a dragon wrapped around it. After all, scans have been wrong, what if they are having a boy.]

OMG MARY

[fillinfortheskull]

[A small befuddled grin, gradually growing into a bigger, still somewhat more fuddled grin. A reverent hushed voice.]

Mary.

I do worry about the baby, yes. That looks beautiful.

[logicals]

_{[ squints at. hello stranger, you really should come and visit more often. sherlock's getting very sherlock-y without you to bust his chops. ]}