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[paradisamods]

[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

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[workaphilic]

Yes, I'm sure you could.

[It comes out a bit terse, but there's no sarcasm there, just a bland statement of fact. It's frustrating, not being able to share with John of all people -- more so than his loss is already.]

[confidente]

[ With the couch fixed he turns to face him. He's sympathetic, he can see how frustrated it makes Sherlock. It frustrates him that there is nothing either of them can do about it.

He shoots him an apologetic look and glances about the room. ]

We'll find it. [ Whatever it is. Surely he'll figure out whatever it is eventually. ]

[workaphilic]

[He's silent for a few seconds longer, staring into space, fingers drumming on the arms of the chair....

Then he gets up abruptly and goes into the kitchen without another word. THE GAME IS ON????]

[confidente]

[ Well then! John just raises an eyebrow, following him with his gaze.

Don't hurt the toaster. ]

[workaphilic]

[No promises.

Right now he's banging through cabinets, rapidly, rattling around the dishes as he does so.]

Keep looking in there, John, it's still the most likely place it'll be.

[confidente]

Be careful! [ He doesn't really want to wish for a new set of dishes, thanks. ]

Right, looking. [ A bit aimlessly mind you. ]

[workaphilic]

You'll know it when you see it! [clang clang clang] Check the stack of books by the window.

[confidente]

I mean it Sherlock, be careful with the dishes! [ To the stack of books he goes, carefully sorting through the stack. ] It's not here.

[workaphilic]

Dishes, dishes. That's hardly the most important thing right now, is it?

[confidente]

They are. [ He should know how much John isn't all that fond of the wishing thing. ]

[workaphilic]

[Okay, yes, but that's a dumb hang up and he should get over it. WISHING IS FUN.]

Might be a good thing to break a few. They take up too much cabinet space.

[But the rattling does get a little less....... violent.]

[confidente]

Don't. [ Is all Sherlock's getting in return as he moves about in his search, picking up and replacing things when he doesn't find whatever it is he is supposed to be looking for. ]

[workaphilic]

I said it would be a good idea, not that I was going to do it. [He's going through pans now, based on the sounds.] Not worth the lecture.

[confidente]

You're learning, that's a surprise. [ Hold up, he was sure he had stacked these papers into a box and put them out of the way. When the hell did they get back out here? B| ]

[workaphilic]

[He makes a "meh" sort of sound.]

Learning new things each day. That's what people say, isn't it?

[SURE WASN'T HIM NO SIR WHY WOULD HE DO A THING LIKE THAT???]

[confidente]

Surely it doesn't count you right? Mr. I know everything.

[ STOP DOING THAT, ONE NIGHT HE'LL TRIP OVER SOMETHING HE PUT AWAY PREVIOUSLY AND BREAK HIS NECK OR SOMETHING. ]

Found it! [ Maybe............... ]

[workaphilic]

[HE DROPS SOMETHING.




but it's a pan, not a dish, so it just makes a really loud clattering sound. Putting it down gently was too much trouble, apparently. He pops out of the kitchen in a flash.]

Did you? Let me see.

[confidente]

Here. [ He hands it over without pause, the small book that looks similar to their journals. May not be the book they're looking for, but hey it's close. ]

[workaphilic]

[He flips through it, but his mouth twists unhappily.]

No, no, no.

[Except it is close, very close, which means John is on the same wavelength at least. Which is good! Focus on that.]

Yes, but no.

[confidente]

Wrong book? [ Yes, he's got it now. The castle wouldn't just get rid of all of those entries it hoarded for the past five years. So it had to have...transferred them to another book? Something like that. ]

Right. I'll keep looking.

[workaphilic]

[He sees the comprehension there and it calms some of his excess manic energy. Bro, you're a star.]

Good.

[He shoves the book back at him and sweeps back into the kitchen. Going through the fridge now for some bizarre reason.

also totally going to leave that pan in the middle of the floor.]

[confidente]

[ The fridge? Seriously? Putting the book down somewhere it wouldn't get in the way he watches Sherlock go through the fridge. Why would the book be in the fridge? ]

...You're going to just leave that there? [ Of course he is. Don't worry John will pick that up and put it away so no one trips over and breaks their neck on it. ]

[workaphilic]

[If you were a crazy magical castle trying to hide shit, why NOT put it in the fridge?

He doesn't look over his shoulder when he speaks, so the words get kind of muffled by the fridge.]

Would've gotten to it eventually.

[No he wouldn't have.]

[confidente]

Uh huh. [ John knows better. With a shake of his head he goes back to searching, THIS FLAT IS SUCH A MESS. ]

[workaphilic]

[THE FLAT HAS CHARACTER. B(

The fridge seems to be a bust, too. (Though at one point he does make a pleasantly surprised sort of sound -- did he mention putting those insect specimens in the crisper? Hmmmm.) He makes a pass through his bedroom, but it's brief and he comes out empty handed from that, too.]

This is ridiculous.