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[confidente]

( filtered to friends or acquaintances of Sherlock Holmes (this includes the man himself) -- also filtered away from James Moriarty and anyone who would help him. )

[ Sharp inhale, you can do this John. ] Has anyone seen Sherlock-- [ Ah, maybe he can't. The mere mention of the man's name summons a plethora of emotions that really should not be mixed together. ] He wasn't in the clinic when I woke up. I haven't been back to the flat to see if the nameplate is still there and I haven't heard anything...

I know Paradisa brings back the dea-- [ Stop. Don't go there. ]

Look if anyone has seen him, or heard from him can you just... let me known.

[ Even the slimmest hope is worth taking a look at, even if John is clinging to it desperately like a drowning man, struggling to reach shore. ]


(ooc; you don't need to be friends with sherlock to see this filter, blah blah john is a little desperate.)

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[atrophied]

Shut up, idiot.

[ Most helpful friend ever? Most helpful friend ever. ]

FOREVEER

[confidente]

Don't listen.

[ Worst friend.

Being helpful would have been giving him a new pen so he wrote it all down instead of dictating it. GOSH. ]

[atrophied]

You're two feet away. Wait, you don't know feet. How many feet are in a meter again?

[confidente]

Three. You could have easily gone into another room. [ So could John but DETAILS. ]

[atrophied]

So could you. [ DETAILS ARE IMPORTANT. ]

[confidente]

[ Frowns. FUCK YOU HOUSE. ]

I don't want to, the couch is comfortable.

[stalkershiki]

[Oh, dear. Shiki knows that feeling. She knows that feeling really, really well. And although she only met Sherlock, like, once, so she's not exactly sure she could call herself an acquaintance... she can't do nothing.]

...If there's anything you need anyone to do... I can help you out with something, if you want?

[confidente]

No thanks, I'm fine. [ A beat. ] I just want to know if anyone has seen or heard anything.

[stalkershiki]

Oh... I can't really help you, then. But if I do see him around, or any of my friends mention anything, I can be sure to let you know?

[confidente]

I'd appreciate it.

[stalkershiki]

Yeah, of course! I know what it's like to have friends disappear... if I can make it so other people don't have to feel that, I totally will!

[workaphilic]

[Oh.

If anything, here's an indicator that his disappearing act went off decently well.

(It's not much solace.)

He grips the corner of the page almost to tearing. Reminds himself: not yet.

Sherlock flips the journal shut.]

[confidente]

[







Jerk. ]

[atrophied]

[ Boo you whore ]

[sometimesbeth]

[ Oh, it's Watson, the doctor who's always been pretty friendly with her even if she hasn't known him long. ]

What's he look like?

[confidente]

[ Well this voice sounds somewhat familiar... HMMM... ]

He's tall, thick with curly dark hair and ridiculous cheekbones. He walks like the rest of the world doesn't matter and people should move for him. He also has a thing for dark coats with tall collars. [ (you being all mysterious with your cheek bones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool) ]

[sometimesbeth]

I'll keep an eye out for him.

Coats in the summer, though?

[confidente]

Thanks.

[ A short laugh. ] Even in summer.

[sometimesbeth]

He'd get all sweaty from that.

[confidente]

Probably. [ Though he never seems to look it. ] But to each his own right? He never seems to be bothered by it.

filter;

[fishy_go_byebye]

Is it like a raft?

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[confidente]

Excuse me?

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[fishy_go_byebye]

You're excused. [She's polite like that.]

Do you think it'd be like a raft.

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[confidente]

What is like a raft?

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[fishy_go_byebye]

Drifting where you're not sure to go.