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[confidente]

[ Oh look, he finally made himself a blog on the castle's version of the internet. About bloody time. Now you all get to read some of John's thoughts about how crazy everything is! And how wonderful it is to live with Sherlock Holmes. ]

The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson

The Paradisan Problem

Six months. It's been six months to the day since I got here. Eight for Sherlock. Honestly I don't know how he's able to do it, stay sane. Not sure how I'm managing it either but I'm managing. I actually meant to start writing this earlier, figured it would give me something to do other than rearrange the medicine draws in the clinic. Then things happened, I might get into them later, and it just got pushed aside. Well, better late than never right?

I miss London. It's funny there was a time where I honestly didn't think I'd ever say that, but now? Well I really do miss it. I miss the cases. The running around streets after a suspect. Hell I'm even starting to miss Anderson's complaining when we turn up to a crime scene. There isn't that much crime here, I don't really understand it. The people here somehow manage to go through life without so much as a proper murder. There are accidents, yeah, thefts and other petty crimes but that is about it.

What I would give for a good murder mystery.

...On second thought ignore that.

I wouldn't mind a straight up mystery though, that would be nice. For the both of us, Sherlock included. It is only a matter of time before the kitchen is set on fire again. Speaking of which I should probably start breakfast before he tries to take it over.

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[ A little after he makes that post he opens the journal, not saying anything straight away though. Multitasking can be difficult. ]

Does anyone know of any puzzles? Riddles? Mysteries? Difficult ones preferably.

Comments

[heloise]

I sit on a hill while I tread on copper plates.

[confidente]

[ A long pause, yes he is trying to figure it out even though the whole point of asking is to throw some of this at Sherlock like one would throw a bone to a dog. ]

That's an interesting one, don't think I've ever heard it before.

[ Still thinking... ]

[heloise]

[ She chuckles, amused. ]

My brother told me. Do you require hints?

[confidente]

No, no, I think I've got it. [ ........... ] Actually, a hint would be nice.

[onlyanotherbody]

[Sure, why not. He won't even share the answer with Newt]

A man bought something expensive. He then went out and gave it to a series of total strangers, who in turn handed it back to him.

What was it?

[confidente]

[ That is a little uncool, don't you think? ]

A smelly old sock. [ HE'S JOKING. IT'S A JOKE. ]

[onlyanotherbody]

[No. Not at all]

Oh wow, obviously hanging around with Sherlock has rubbed off. You are a deductive genius.

John Watson

[jimfromit]

[Oh hi there fellow bored person.]

Bored Johnny boy?

I could fix that for you if you like?

Moriarty

[confidente]

[ Ugh, why him. ]

No thanks.

John Watson

[jimfromit]

Well the offer's there if you change your mind.

With the right amount of semtex and a few of the townspeople it could just be like old times.

[jammin_with_ed]

[Hey. Guess what, Watson. There's a comment on your blog!]

You chased after baddie bad guys, too? Edward's a Cowboy! ^_^

[confidente]

[ Well! This is a surprise! ]

A cowboy huh? The type with horses and lassos?

[jammin_with_ed]

Noooo. A bounty hunter!

[modernholmes]

Most of the ones I know only make sense in Japanese.

[confidente]

Huh... that's a shame.

[modernholmes]

Also, I already provided most of them to Mr. Holmes before you arrived.

Ah, but your blog was interesting reading.

[takethat]

[Have another comment on that blog post from someone who isn't the best typist or most skilled at spell checking.]


I wish something interesting like a murdr mystery would turn up to. I agree with you. I mss cases.

[confidente]

[ It's okay, he has seen worse typing (example. Harry Watson). Thus he isn't going to judge. At least this guy's typing is a little more legible than his sister's. ]

It's complicated, I miss the cases but I wouldn't want that to sudden cause a influx of murders.

[takethat]

Yeah Iagree with that. I dont want anybody to die just becasue I'm bored.

dictated

[gevurah]

The castle's mysteries not enough? [ She's kind of teasing. Kind of. ]

[confidente]

[ It gets a laugh! ]

They're just impossible, can't wrap my head around them.

[gevurah]

They really are something.

[workaphilic]

[GUESS WHO'S BLOG COMMENTING FROM LIKE THREE FEET AWAY. Just like old times.]

Don't go in the crisper drawer.

[confidente]

[ Fuck you, no, he is going to turn around with a mixture of suspicion and horror on his face. ]

What did you do?

[workaphilic]

[He doesn't even look up from his laptop. He's squinting judgmentally at some of these comments.]

Just follow the advice, John. Don't want you to ruin your morning before breakfast.