Player is shocked that there are no Sherlock posts on the front page. Yet.

[seesobserves]

All right, stay calm. Breathe.

What did you see?

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[thetruthismine]

Misleading cuts, overall. Cool music, though.

[consultantsdoctor]

Do I even want to know?

[seesobserves]

Mm. Overall. There's so much that can be done with edits.

Still.

[Aaand does anyone think that he's about to elaborate on what's deducible? Tough luck at this juncture, because it's all stuff he already knows, and anyway, that's between him and his player.]

[seesobserves]

Yours hasn't?

[Squinty look, John. Because if it's true, that's surprising. But it would seem...]

Count yourself fortunate.

[thetruthismine]

Well, there's the obvious disappointment that your buddy is seeing someone. And the covert meetings with your boss. And of course dear Molly and Mrs. Hudson, precious dears.

[consultantsdoctor]

Has now.

[The mustache. The mustache. Scrubs his face.]

Why did I ever think that was a good idea?

[seesobserves]

Perhaps your fiancée talked you into it.

[seesobserves]

It's not much.

[Tiny pout. So actually, you can shut up about his so-called 'disappointment,' thanks.]

[consultantsdoctor]

Possibly. Life does go on even when your best mate decides to go and pretend he offed himself.

[thetruthismine]

Hey. You faked your own death, did you expect him to sit pining? I mean, I'm not one to talk, but.

[seesobserves]

[Clipped:] Yes. Well.

Imagine I'm about to explain myself.

[seesobserves]

Expected him to move on. Sooner or later.

[thetruthismine]

But not this soon.

[consultantsdoctor]

Hopefully right after I deck you.

[Best reunion ever. John doesn't sound mad though, not right now.]

[seesobserves]

[Little lip twitch. Jane's close, if not on the money. It's one thing to know something is going to happen, and another thing to see it.]

[seesobserves]

Crowded restaurant, dozens of witnesses, you won't be able to do more than that.

[Is that a joke? Might be.]

Shame.

I'd hate to get taken away for Assault With a Trimmer.

[That, on the other hand, definitely was. Even if Sherlock is keeping as straight a face as he can.]

[thetruthismine]

[It's something he knows a bit about.]

It may or may not be a storybook reunion, but at the very least, you're not actually dead.

[seesobserves]

[Veering into snark:] Imagine the reunion if I were.

[thetruthismine]

[this icon]

[seesobserves]

Zombie Sherlock. You know, I haven't seen that one on Tumblr. Although I do try not to look.

[consultantsdoctor]

Might be worth it.

[Depending on the situation.]

Especially if you come at me with a trimmer in a public place.

I'm sure no one would even blame me.

[Real mature, boys.]

[thetruthismine]

Liar. You track your own tag.

[consultantsdoctor]

Just never get him on tumblr and watching trash telly at the same time.

[thetruthismine]

Ha! I knew it.

[consultantsdoctor]

I'm sure eventually it gets deleted. Probably not important enough for him to remember.

[thetruthismine]

Oh, I'm sure he remembers the important bits. [like compliments or extreme insults]

[seesobserves]

They're on it more than enough for both of us. I can't help but see some things.

[consultantsdoctor]

Probably. Though he generally doesn't care what the public thinks of him.

[thetruthismine]

Generally.

[thetruthismine]

You are a treasure, Sherlock.

[seesobserves]

Wouldn't want to be a zombie, in any case. It's the worst possible form of undeath.

[thetruthismine]

At least you're not aware during most of it. Unlike being a vampire, which, while pretty, does have full cognizance of immortality and loss.

[seesobserves]

Mn. And the mustache would probably press charges.

[seesobserves]

Oh, but isn't there something in vampiric existence about dulled emotions? Losing a sense of the present -- [He waves a hand, as if shooing away a fly.]

Well, suppose it depends on which type you are.

[thetruthismine]

Naturally.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Your life flashing in front of her eyes, I believe.

[seesobserves]

Only a very small part of it.

Still, snappily put.

[womanwhobeatyou]

You're being complimentary. You must be out of sorts.

[seesobserves]

[Perhaps he is. Is he going to admit it? No.]

You must have taken a great interest in it.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[He doesn't have to admit it for her to ~know~. And she knows, Sherlock.]

Consider me curious whether this time the good doctor will avoid your nose and teeth.

[bestprofessional]

God only knows what happened to John's face.

[seesobserves]

He gets one shot, if he's going to take it. Decent chance the subconscious will override any temporary animosity.

[seesobserves]

At a guess, I'd say it was domesticity.

[bestprofessional]

Like you'd know anything about that. [Sherlock is the least domestic person Greg has ever met, and that's saying something.]

Does look quite... dignified. In a stuffy sort of way.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Oh, I'd love to see you try and stop him from taking a second, Mr. Holmes.

[seesobserves]

I'd say you could sell tickets, but considering it's going to be broadcast, the point's rather moot.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Do you really think I'm going to let something like that keep me from taking advantage?

[seesobserves]

[Careful, Lestrade. You wouldn't want him to say anything about your wife, would you?]

Well, you know why they call it settling down. He's been gathering, like sediment at the bottom of a pond. Hasn't been kicked up in ages. Thinks he's getting comfortable down there. He's almost convinced.

[bestprofessional]

[How would you know if he even has a wife anymore?]

Yeah, well. Some people tend to go for the settled thing, after they've experienced something pretty traumatic.