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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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[confidente]

[ Nope, not at all. ]

Yeah, it's empty. Any idea why? [ Oh glorious genius. ]

[isbritishgov]

[You live with his brother, you gotta love something about the Holmes charm.]

No, actually. [He's sounding slightly perturbed too at that.]

[confidente]

[ He's proving or denying anything. Thank you very much. ]

Really? [ Sorry but John can't help but be a little amused by that. ] That's a first.

[isbritishgov]

[Aww come on John. There has to be something, admit it.]

Have you any theories as to why? Or idea as to why? [Don't sound smug or amused if you don't know either buddy.]

[confidente]

[ There may be Something, but he's really not going to talk about it. Ever. ]

...Maybe it finally got full? [ There's an idea! ]

[isbritishgov]

[Of course not. But he sees it really. Why else do you think he bugs you about his baby bro?]

A journal which never expands and yet contains and adds more pages to it, in some unknown fashion, getting full. [Do you hear that slightest bit of, 'what are you thinking?' in his voice?]

[confidente]

[ Because unlike Sherlock he actually answers his phone. Most of the time. ]

You asked for an idea. Didn't specify if it was supposed to make sense. [ Like anything in this damn place actually makes sense. ]

[isbritishgov]

[There is that too. But you know, you also put up with them.]

You live with Sherlock, surely you know the type of, idea I was searching for yes? [It does, sort of, kind of, if you squint, tilt your head to the side and think hard.

It's too much effort for Mycroft though really.]

[confidente]

[ He does. Due to Something and his wish to not go back to the monotonous and dull life he had before they existed. Maybe. ]

I'm not your brother, Mycroft. [ Yes he is admitting his ability to deduce things pales dramatically when compared to Sherlocks. ] I see a blank magical book and for the life of me can't tell you why it's suddenly blank.

[isbritishgov]

[Maybe? Oh please John, your hand. He knows you like it.]

Of that, I am very well aware John. [That's obvious really. Like saying he stands a chance with Anthea.] And magical? Hardly so.

[confidente]

[ Oh shut up. ]

I wonder sometimes. [ ...Even he knows he doesn't stand a chance with her. ] Whatever the hell it is then.

[isbritishgov]

[But it's so much fun!]

You wonder about the worse things to wonder about. [...then why try?] Indeed. Though if you discover what it truly is, it may explain why this occurred.

[confidente]

I wonder about the things most normal people wonder about. [ Because he's clearly a glutton for rejection. Or something. ] I haven't got the first clue what it truly is.

[isbritishgov]

It must be so incredibly dull in your mind. [Woops got out before he could help himself. Sorry John.] Nor have I, though it is connected to the castle of that there is little doubt.

[confidente]

Yes, well, thank you for reminding me about my dull existence. [ He's not really that mad. Sherlock says it all the time, thus he's gotten used to it. ] That one is painfully obvious.

[isbritishgov]

Is living with my brother that boring for you? [It's not your existence John, just your mind. Really.] Indeed it is unfortunately.

[confidente]

No, that's not what I meant. [ He just woke up, give him a break. ] Which makes it all the more difficult to figure it out.

[isbritishgov]

I imagine not, he is hardly boring. [That's no fun though!] Indeed it does. Perhaps, less so, if somehow, the records from the, previous journal are still here.

[confidente]

That's one word I'd never dream about using to describe him. [ JERK. ASS. JERKASS. ] Shame they aren't anywhere to be seen.

[isbritishgov]

Indeed. [....boyfriend.] Not to be seen? More then likely merely well hidden, and I am confident it or they will be found. [Not by him though nope.]

[confidente]

[ Don't even go there. DON'T EVEN. ] Like an archive?

[isbritishgov]

[And why not? Whatever will you do?] Yes, or the journals themselves are not, empty but are new.

[confidente]

[ Something! ] New... [ A beat. ] The old journals could be around here somewhere.

[isbritishgov]

[Really? Just merely something?] Indeed. [He's sounding smug at this next bit.] An eye on Sherlock would be advisable if you would like your, residence, intact.

[confidente]

[ Shut up, he isn't a criminal mastermind. ] Sherlock-- [ A groan, this is going to be a fun mess to clean up. ] Right.