Found pet: inquire within

[fairytalevillain]

This woman is so painfully ordinary. She goes on and on about the most trivial things, blah blah blah.

And I'm soooo over it.

I've been behaving myself, you know. Jim has been trying to be a good boy, following the rules, doing what boring people do every day... That's cute, isn't it? But you never know what to expect with me because I'm far from boring. In fact, I'm the exact opposite. I desperately need something to do before I go MAD!

So, how about this? Let's play a game, shall we?

I've got your pet and it's your job to come find him! Ooh, that sounds splendid, doesn't it? Just like old times. You remember that night? The one by the pool?

Come and play. I'm waiting...


[ooc: responses will either come from myself or johnwatsonblog]

Comments

[johnwatsonblog]

Let's make a few things clear.

I'm not anyone's "pet" and the only reason you've got me here is that these women are best mates and thought this would all be a hoot. I won't take any part in whatever game you've planned this time.

[fairytalevillain]

Oh, but have you seen yourself? Following him everywhere, doing whatever he wants you to do... Must be nice. However, I don't think you have a choice, John. They're going to do what I want them to!

[A laugh]

These women are hardly worth my time. I tried to like them. I really did. But how can I when all they chat about are his cheekbones? I had to do something before I started losing IQ points.

[johnwatsonblog]

Sorry, I think you've just described your pets there, the snipers and minions and all. Me? I'm Sherlock's friend, and it's by choice.

So if I'm to either put my friend in danger again or be forced to listen to his fans drone on and on about... things... [He'll just trail off here for a bit because he'd rather not even think about those things.] It's a close call, really, [and the stern soldier face returns] but I'd still pick them over you any day.

[fairytalevillain]

Put him in danger? What danger? This is just a little fun! Things had become far too mundane and I couldn't bear to listen to another minute of their chatter. Always talking about their tumblrs and their Facebooks... [He rolls his eyes.] Ah, but you fancy that sort of thing, don't you? With your little blog?

[A pause. That stern soldier face, so scary!]

It's no wonder you'd pick them.

[johnwatsonblog]

Oh, come on! My blog isn't anything like what they've got.

[Actually, they do communicate on it like people do on Facebook.

And he does have more than one picture of Sherlock on the blog, a la tumblr.

But that's not what's really important here.]

And forgive me for not trusting a crazed murderer when he says this isn't dangerous.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[A text comes in to Moriarty's mobile.]

Play what?
We're both dead.
-SH

[Sherlock's tired of these games, Jim.]

[fairytalevillain]

Dead? Aww, well that's no fun, is it? How am I supposed to be entertained when I'm dead? She did bring me here, after all. I might as well.

[He can't help himself, Sherlock. Being dead isn't as great as he thought it'd be.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[The reply was enough to be able to triangulate Moriarty's position. Given the area he's in, it doesn't take Sherlock too long to figure out the right building.]

People think GPS location is great for finding lost mobiles. They forget that it can also be used to locate where they are.

[fairytalevillain]

You're so eager to come see me! I'm flattered, really, but you should know I'm not that easy.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I know. You wanted to be found.

[Sherlock's expression gives nothing away about his concern for John's well-being.]

[electricjesus]

Popcorn gif.

[johnwatsonblog]

[eyebrow raise]

And that's all you have to say, then?

[electricjesus]

Good luck, doctor?

[johnwatsonblog]

...Oh. Well, thanks.

That's more than I expected, actually.

[electricjesus]

Well, I'm not evil. Just amoral and slightly unfeeling.

[fairytalevillain]

Popcorn? [A small laugh] I do hope you brought enough to share, this should be fun to watch.

[electricjesus]

You're trying to get that little texty detective to bite?

[fairytalevillain]

It's not like I had to try very hard.

[consultingsociopath]

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd feel sorry for you.

[Because mun-related frustration is all the rage in these parts, isn't it? And yet--]



...And it seems I haven't.

Let him go.

[johnwatsonblog]

[Greetings from... wherever John currently is. It is a mystery.]

Careful, Sherlock. I don't know what it is yet, but there's got to be some sort of trap.

[And if he doesn't sound entirely happy to see you, well, that's all got something to do with the whole Reichenbach thing.]

[consultingsociopath]

[Hey, hey, that isn't his fault, this Sherlock isn't even there yet...! But he does know about it, and he's sure he has his reasons?]

Of course there's a trap, but the alternative to confronting him is to do nothing while you're held captive.

[That obviously doesn't fly, even if you're not his particular John.]

[johnwatsonblog]

I'm not strapped to a bomb this time, if that helps any.

[fairytalevillain]

Oh, my dear detective, I don't want your sympathy, just a little attention. That's all.

[consultingsociopath]

Your level of melodrama is unnecessary and ridiculous.

[fairytalevillain]

I find it rather fun! Life would be a bit dull without a little spice added to it from time to time, Sherlock.