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[workaphilic]

This is ridiculous.

[The journal has opened in a moment of frustration. Sherlock much preferred the (mostly) empty tower, where he could do what he liked and people tended not to bother him. The idea of being cramped in close quarters with all these people he doesn't like is repellent to him.

That, and the fact that because the door had changed, he'd lost the marker Del had left for him years ago, the one that made him easier to find. A purely sentimental reason, and one not worth talking about.

He needs to find his room, find his things, and move them back to where they're meant to be. (Though that will prove more difficult than he anticipates.) It's the nameplates, though, that he's struggling with.]

They aren't even names. Is this supposed to be a game? It's not the best you've ever done, Paradisa.

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Dictated forever

[mal_addict]

Mine is kind of my name. Just...punnier.

[workaphilic]

Oh, brilliant. That's really what we needed, puns.

[mal_addict]

I find it easier when you can just sit back and chuckle at it. What did you get?

[workaphilic]

I don't know because I haven't found it. Mine's not quite so obvious, apparently.

[Well, not to him.]

[mal_addict]

Didn't you wake up in it?

Dictated

[fairlyclassichim]

I dunno. I thought mine was pretty clever.

[workaphilic]

Your bar for 'clever' must be very low indeed.

[fairlyclassichim]

Jesus. No need to be a dick about it. Just making conversation.

[workaphilic]

Yes, well, not quite in the mood for small talk, in case that wasn't clear already.

[Dictated]

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

You have an odd nameplate as well?

[workaphilic]

Given that it clearly doesn't have my name on it, I'm going to say yes.

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

Odd, that has happened to me as well.

What does it say?

[workaphilic]

[grumbling:]

I don't know yet.

Dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

That teaches you to leave anything valuable in your room.

[workaphilic]

Not as if I have anywhere else to put it.

[gottaknockhard]

You could always try burying it.

[workaphilic]

[He scoffs, amused.]

If someone has the leeway to bury their valuables, they should reconsider their definition of 'valuable.'

[toobravehearted]

[The Doctor preferred the tower, just because. Well, the name of the tower actually. Ninety-five percent chance the castle had a sense of humour, the other five percent... Speaking of humour,]

A game, perhaps. A joke more close I think. What does yours have on it?

[workaphilic]

[petulantly:]

Something idiotic, I'm sure.

[He hasn't found it yet.]

[toobravehearted]

You don't know? Mine was... Glaringly easy.

[workaphilic]

[So was everyone's, apparently, which is just frustrating him more.]

I can't be expected to follow Paradisa's train of thought every waking moment.

[ voice ]

[peacockherald]

I think they are descriptors of us. My own was rather apt and, I admit, somewhat obvious, but for others perhaps it had to get a bit more obscure.

_{[ His had read Peacock Herald - and, well, there was simply no other way to interpret that but as a name for himself. He was a herald and his pet name in his world was "peacock". A tad obvious, but all right. He supposed it made it easier to be sure this was his room - well, his and Tylendel's. ]}

[workaphilic]

My guess is more towards poor than obscure.

[If it was obscure he thinks he should have found it by now.]

[peacockherald]

I suppose it's a matter of opinion - and I think the Castle's opinion is it did a fine job.

[workaphilic]

The castle's opinion is frequently wrong.