014 || written/dictated;

[workaphilic]

[ Private ]

CD16; pp. 42 - 88, Figure 3, Appendix D
CS01; pp. 13 - 16
JM02; p. 1

(52, 11) ; (145, 78) ; (13, 2)

Shouldn't have Stupid to assume

Won't happen again.

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[ Members of the Clinic Staff Who Are Not John ]

[written in clean, precise letters:]

Seems your treatment is performing decently enough. [That's the closest to a "thank you" any of you are going to get. Take the win!] That said, keep me up to date if any side effects present themselves.

Also: If any of you have extraneous notes and/or observations about the creatures, I'd like to see them.

SH

----

[There's the thoughtful tapping of a capped pen against the page, and then he dictates. Just recently confirmed what he already suspected. Might as well share.

His tone is calm, even, detached.]

Paradisa has seen fit to send Mycroft Holmes back where he came from, for those that knew him.

And those that didn't, I suppose. The distinction never did matter very much.

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[save_the_souls]

[He sees this filter]

[And there is just silence as he's really really hoping someone else answers it]

[atrophied]

[ Stop not-answering filters and get back to work.





House wants a bear claw. ]

[save_the_souls]

[STOP MAKING FOOD REQUESTS B| ]

[atrophied]

[ Would you prefer to give another woman a pelvic exam? It can be arranged. ]

[workaphilic]

[Come on, Allen. Look how polite and generous he's being!

He might not troll you this time!

... Maybe!]

[save_the_souls]

[Uh huh, like he trusts that one!! ]

[workaphilic]

[Whatever, man, everybody needs a collection of douchey geniuses in their lives.

you're missing out!!!]

[fishy_go_byebye]

His door wasn't pretty.

[workaphilic]

Nor was anything else of his.

[Insulting your brother from another dimension, that's the best way to deal with emotions. Right?]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Totally.]

Missing messages.

[workaphilic]

I'm not. Are you?

Holmes | dictated ]

[atrophied]

If you want them, you'll have to come down. I think there are still pieces of creature left you can poke at.

House | written ]

[workaphilic]

Noted.

Any objections to my using the clinic facilities to analyse them?

[Hope not, because he's been doing it for the past four or five days now.]

Holmes | dictated ]

[atrophied]

You're asking now? A little late for permission, aren't you?

[ Those walls are see-through glass. And he keeps track of movement in his clinic. Yeah. His clinic. Objections? B| ]

House | written ]

[workaphilic]

I asked if there were objections.

Doesn't mean I was asking for permission.

[TRY AND STOP HIM.]

[confidente]

[ He gave him space at first, knowing about badly Sherlock Holmes and Feelings don't get along. Though he wasn't sure if he was simply sulking or grappling with the loss of his brother. Hard to tell with him.

At one point he decides to clean the flat while the other is sulking in his room. Easier this way, Sherlock won't be walking all over his attempt to clean and he won't be getting in the way of Sherlock's experiments.

After that is done he sits down and reads a bit, both the journal and a book of he borrowed from the library. This lasts a grand total of twenty minutes before he is up again, a slight limp the only evidence of that attack.

Thirty minutes he is standing in front of Sherlock's door, knocking three times. He's not worried. Really. (Only a little) ]

You want anything in there? [ Translation: You alright? ]

[workaphilic]

No.

[There's a thud, like he just decided to dump a bunch of books on the floor.

He's fine.

Totally fine.

Completely and utterly fine.]

[confidente]

[ Hear that? It's the sound of John not believing that, what so ever. ]

Sherlock. [ Let's not play the "I'm okay" game. ]

[workaphilic]

What? You asked if I wanted anything, and I don't. Not sure what other answer you could possibly be looking for.

[Talking through a door is super mature, right....]

[jimfromit]

Missing older brother are we sherlock?

I can offer a shoulder to cry on if you like?

[ Jim Moriarty ]

[workaphilic]

[Nope. He'll talk, but not in public. Not where John can see it.]

Hardly. I'm sure I'm just as pleased as you are.

[Sherlock Holmes ]

[jimfromit]

[Ok he's a little disappointed that there's no longer a Mycoft to play with, but like he's going to be honest with Sherlock of all people.]

He could have at least said hello before he left...such rudeness.

Oh well.

[blabs]

[ nudge is feeling pretty mopey, as she flips through the journal. she stops on this page, because she knows she recognises this voice. she sticks out her tongue at the page, just because, and would move on, except something catches her attention. dictated; ]

Holmes?

[workaphilic]

[Oh. Hello! He'd be a little bit more excited if today already didn't suck balls.

Crisply:]

That's what I said, yes.

[blabs]

[ sucky moods must be going around. :< ]

Isn't that your last name too?

[ never mind that she's not supposed to know that, shh. ]