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[workaphilic]

[ Private ]

[The journal opens to Sherlock already talking. The sentence stutters before the filter is written in, then continues smoothly as soon as the restrictions of his loss are appeased.]

-- clearly a hardy subspecies, then, at least in terms of temperature patterns. Fitting, given the circumstances of the "gift." Interesting choice, actually, managed not to be completely boring. More interesting that the castle seems to care all of the sudden about my entertainment.

[The bees have been moved back into the sitting room because, well, John's not here anymore to complain about it, is he? Good for the bees, because the dampness of the bathroom was threatening to damage the integrity of the hive. Good for Sherlock, because he's already deciphered the duties and movement patterns of worker bees based on their relative age and the needs of the colony.]

Probably a placation, and a good one. Most residents receive mementos or objects of emotional significance from home. Makes them feel nostalgic, but it's the safe kind of nostalgia, something they have the castle to thank for.

[He gets so much more done when he's alone. Far too many petty restrictions to adhere to otherwise.

It's better, supposed to be better, should be better.]

Provides them with a sense of normalcy and ingratiates them to the castle without interrupting the status quo. Obvious. But apparently effective.

[Except he's going on three days without sleep, now, and it isn't because the bees are captivating enough to warrant it. (Though they are that, too. Fascinating creatures.) There's a nagging in the back of his mind, nagging, nagging, nagging. Persistent and annoying. Keeps him from thinking, keeps him from not thinking.

A pause, and he exhales noisily.]

Status quo.

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[ John Watson ]

Stop being an idiot.

SH

[........ Okay, well. Not the best start, admittedly. Baby steps.]

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[When he's finished, he lingers, letting the tip of his pen tap rapidly against the page. He's been distracted, hasn't been as up-to-date on the journal as he usually is. But now that's he's skimming it again -- god, sometimes he really just CAN'T STAND you people.]

Tell me, residents. What is it like?

[There's an edge in his tone that he's not really bothering to hide -- not overtly malicious but certainly not all sunshine and daisies, either. Might as well hang a signpost reading HERE BE DOUCHEBAGGERY, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

Comments

[wilder]

[...]

What's what like?

[workaphilic]

Being so utterly vapid all of the time.

Sherlock Holmes

[confidente]

[ ... Yeah, totally not the best start. Lucky for him that John knows him so well (or so he'd like to think--but John will be the first to admit there are some things he has trouble with when it comes to Sherlock) and thus doesn't take any real offense. ]

Is that it? Is that all you have to say? [ Yes, he's writing. Deal with it. ]

John Watson

[workaphilic]

Not going to apologize.

[In case that wasn't clear already.]

Written

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'You've given me an insufficient question. What is what like?'

dictated;

[workaphilic]

Apologies. Should know better than to leave you lot to fill in the blanks.

Being stupid.

[ectobabble]

[he knows better than to ask his buddy an open-ended question, so he'll do his research first and read what's coming over and visible]

Oh, I don't think they're all stupid. I think ... it's more like ... people would rather stick to something familiar and feel safe than face up to the fact that we're constantly living with something that can do whatever it wants to us.

I mean ... that'd scare the piss out of Hitler.

[workaphilic]

Not interested in the rationalizations, thank you.

[noblefive]

[Jorge can sense trouble a mile off, but he walks right into this one.]

Hm? What's what like?

[workaphilic]

Carrying around those dull, empty little minds of yours.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Oh, he hears that edge, oh yes he does!]

I'm afraid you're going to have to clarify.

[workaphilic]

Just curious as to how it must feel, never having a thought more complex than what you're going to have for dinner.

Clear enough?

dictated; I hereby declare that these two are going to know each other exist :| (also, placeholder)

[common_name]

[Yeah, she's picked up on that tone, somehow. Normally, she wouldn't bite on these types of things, but there's just something....]

Are there any more specifics to that question?

dictated; GREAT SUCCESS

[workaphilic]

Plenty.

[.... Oh, did you want to know what they were?]

Dictated

[technohap]

[Henry is intrigued by the question and growls a response, forgetting for a moment he can't speak. Stupid loss.]

dictated;

[workaphilic]

Mm, yes, of course. By all means, continue. I'm fascinated.

[exanimatus]

A bit like watching a small tank full of too many goldfish. And not the passable kind, either. It's the kind with bulbous eyes that can barely see and seem surprised whenever they run into the exact same spot on the glass they've been running into for years.

[then, sounding not surprised at all:] Oh, you meant them.

[workaphilic]

And you're -- what? Not one of them? Convenient.

[onlyanapple]

Care to elaborate on what 'it' is at all?

[workaphilic]

No.

[oneechan]

What's what like, Holmes-san?

[workaphilic]

[Oh, Ran. Sorry, but this man is pretty much the polar opposite of the one you met on the stairs.]

Being so oblivious to everything around you. Is it quiet? I imagine it must be.

[assassino]

[Having glanced over the other conversations...]

Better than being a condescending asshole.

[workaphilic]

Is it, though?

[needtoruleit]

[...yeah, he can't ignore this one]

Someone sounds bitter.

[workaphilic]

Not bitter at all, no. Only so much stupid I can handle in one sitting.

[modernholmes]

Tell me, Sherlock-niichan. Just how long do you intend to keep this up?

[Conan's voice is nearly saccharine in its sweetness. As anyone who knew him well would know, this did not usually bode well for anyone it was targeted at.]

[workaphilic]

[Look at all the fucks he gives! Oh, wait, there aren't any.]

However long it takes.

[amiable]

[ UH, CHALLENGED ACCEPTED. This guy is being an asshole but having dealt with so many, SHE IS WONDERING IF HE'S JUST MAD ABOUT SOMETHING. ]

Are you okay...?

[workaphilic]

Brilliant.

Any other pressing inquiries?

[fishy_go_byebye]

It's like being a bat without ears.

[workaphilic]

[a beat.]

Wasn't talking to you, Del.

LET THE DOUCHEOFF COMMENCE!

[azuredemonic]

Many things. [So, so, SO dry]

OH MAN OH MAN

[workaphilic]

Thrilling observation.

[detectivegenius]

It might be helpful if you elaborate. 'It' isn't really specific.

[workaphilic]

Not that difficult to decipher, is it? Context clues are invaluable.

[gunslinger]

Everyone's a cynic.

[workaphilic]

Hardly.

We'd all be better off if they were.

/totally didn't have this post open for three days, forgetting to tag

[molotov]

Your kind are always the most fun to watch.

OF COURSE NOT. been here the whole time ♥

[workaphilic]

Am I? Fitting, considering there isn't anything else of merit among the residents.

[wishmadeinfire]

What is what like?

_{[Ashura. Social graces. He cannot refuse a question lightly and frankly it has been a bit boring, Felix as wrapped up in his research of late and Ashura not liking the cold, making him something of a hibernating animal as he kept as close to a fire as possible.]}

[workaphilic]

Being ordinary. Must be so slow. Is it?

/is right on time, what are you talking about?

[peacockherald]

_{[He should ignore it. He should. But somehow finding some as irritated with something as he was, was... comforting? But yet a part of him said that this man was not out to seek comfort. Those were fighting words if he ever heard them.]}

You might have to be more specific.

OF COURSE, OF COURSE ♥

[workaphilic]

Mm, no, I don't think I do.

/latest!

[knightprodigy]

Go on then, I'll bite.

/gathers up late tags and holds them close

[workaphilic]

Changed my mind. Don't feel like explaining anymore. Why don't you take a stab at it?