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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

1) Do stop tormenting the other mes. I know you're bored and you handle boredom as well as I do, but that's no excuse. You have other matters you need to attend to and that would be a far more productive use of your time. I don't like running into myself. It always gives me a ghastly headache.

2) You need to work harder on recruitment for captio. You know very well that I need an assistant.  I prefer John, he's the best assistant I've ever had - don't tell him that.  He'll let it go to his head and start to think he's intelligent.  If others showed up, I wouldn't be too upset, though I'm not sure about Mycroft.  It might be best to keep us separated for awhile... Of course I haven't forgiven him.  Why should I?

3) I know you're getting all sorts of ideas about Mrs. Hudson and myself due to this article {spoilerish for Reichenbach Fall}. This is an ineffectual use of your time and a waste of my energy.  And while we're at it, it is quite clear that the person who suggested that maybe we marry, doesn't understand the first thing about asexuality and hardly seems to understand how I work.  I only keep things that interest me.  John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade - even Molly and Mycroft have their places and jobs to make my life interesting.  Books, the Internet, my research tools:  They interest me.  Cases that I have solved before the person finishes speaking are boring and I move on quickly. Sex, breathing, and good manners are all overrated and therefore boring.  It's really quite simple, why more people don't understand these things... well, it's because they are boring and perfectly content in their dull little heads.

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[hisdearblogger]

[ He can feel his lips wanting to form a smirk at that pout but resists. ]

Afraid not. What do you mean when you say things like that?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He mumbles.]

You'renotasmartasme. Which has no barring on how you compare with anyone else.

[hisdearblogger]

[ He snorts at that, rolling his own eyes because he's heard that statement before. ]

No one is smarter than you in your mind.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He thinks about it.]

Probably not true. No one is more observant than me, yes.

[hisdearblogger]

[ John nods in agreement at that.

Then: ]

Why does your mun need to focus on "recruiting"?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs.]

Oh, I've been tossed into a new game. And by new, I mean there's only five others there and they won't allow the game to start until they have a certain number.

It's all dull...

[hisdearblogger]

[ Brow furrowing. ]

Then why join if nothing is happening?

[ Doesn't seem to make much sense to him... ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Because something already has happened. And something will happen.

[hisdearblogger]

You almost sound like you're being fueled by anticipation.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh no. Anticipation leads to disappointment. I'm fueled because the place is totally deserted and yet it was clearly a thriving city at one time.

[hisdearblogger]

So you're wanting to figure out what happened to the city?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Of course I am. Great big city, abandoned without one person around. And they didn't die, I don't think - just empty? People being invited back to repopulate it? Something's amiss.

[hisdearblogger]

How do you know it won't happen again?

[ But this time with Sherlock apart of the population that suddenly disappears. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He grins.]

I don't! Isn't that neat?

[yes, something he doesn't know: is not boring.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ Dryly: ]

Should've known you'd see it like that.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He mumbles.]

Youcouldcometoo.

[You know, so Sherlock won't be alone and John won't be bored without Sherlock.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ John can't help but smile at that, appreciating it, but ultimately shakes his head. ]

My mun has no desire to put me [or any of the others] in any kind of game.

So, no matter how much they want me to "get out more", joining one is never an option to them.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He frowns.]

I'm disappointed.

[He walks over and picks up the paper and is looking through the 'personals section.']

[hisdearblogger]

[ Softly: ]

I'm sorry, Sherlock.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs.]

What happened to the John who comes anyway when I say "Could be dangerous"?

[He might be branching out to anger, but it's more hurt, really.]

[hisdearblogger]

Who says we have to go to that city to experience danger?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He looks around.]

My mun apparently. You know what I'm like when I'm bored? The mun... is worse.

[hisdearblogger]

Well, my mun has no interest in games or playing in them so I don't see how I could go...

[ A pause for a tired sight. ]

The mun apparently prefers "private story lines" to games.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock rolls his eyes.]

A game that size, pretty much is a 'private story line.'

[By which he means, his mun isn't that different, but is giving this one a shot anyway.]

There's not even an application process right now.

[hisdearblogger]

[ John shrugs, shaking his head. ]

The last game they were in - long before they "picked me up" - left a very bad impression and they just find it easier and more gratifying to do their "own thing".

[ He knows Sherlock can't understand it but that's just how it is on his end with his mun. ]

If you think I can be stubborn on some things, my mun is far worse.