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[About late morning residents will hear Moriarty's voice over the journals

Only there's something different. The confidence and smugness is gone. It's been replaced with terror and confusion.]

What?, oh my god this...this isn't Kitty's flat?

[ There’s a lot of crashing and banging going on...like somebody's getting off a bed in a blind panic and knocking over ornaments and books on shelves in the process.]

Oh no no no, somebody help me please! I've been kidnapped.

Please whoever you are don't hurt me. I'm just a simple kid's storyteller, I...I can't be of any use or value to you.

Just let me go.

[ OOC: Loss start]

jimfromit

Moriarty drummed his fingers on his desk. He's been debating with himself whether or not to actually do this post for a few hours now. The week at Greek summer camp was a mild irritation at best. This was more of a pressing matter. If the man genuinely wasn't here anymore then who would stop the boredom? It would be a living hell.

[Filtered to Sherlock Holmes.]

So Johnny boy's been up and attending to his little doctor duties or whatever he does, for sometime now. However you're still strangely absent. I don't believe you've been sent home, for one thing your name is still on your door.

Have I crushed your spirit so much that, after one simple little game here you've gone into hiding? I expected more from you Sherlock.

Don't make me go looking for you.

jimfromit

[ Between new clients possibly being on the horizon and putting Sherlock and John in a coma, this is quickly becoming Moriarty's greatest week at Paradisa ever.

Although he can't gloat about it directly that doesn't mean he can't be unbelievably smug and cheery.

Besides if anyone asks about his cheery disposition he can always say it's a castle thing right?]

Hello darlings. Isn't it just a wonderful day today?

How are we all doing?

jimfromit

Saay I've got a fabulous idea whilst we're waiting for the next "crazy" thing to happen around here...a brain teaser!

Lets see which one of you brainiacs can solve this riddle the quickest.

For some I go fast
for others I'm slow.
To most people, I'm an obsession
relying on me is a well practiced lesson.

Go on...a little intellectual stimulation hurts nobody.

[He’s VERY bored and curious about the intellect of any castle residents he hasn't spoken to yet. It's open to people he has spoken to as well though.]

jimfromit

[Jim’s pretending he didn't spend two days in a home economics classroom. So what’s the best way to remove events like that from memory? Why focusing and laughing at other peoples problems of course!.]

So Paradisa...how are we finding our new arrivals?

Are you all gaining a new found appreciation of contraceptives for your crude urges?

jimfromit

Goodness aren’t people from my world dropping like fly’s here? First Mycroft and now sweet Irene? [Gasps]

For those that knew her it appears Miss Irene Adler has gone home. Not that many of you would. It seems she led a quiet existence here which is just so unlike her.

But isn’t that what this place does? Takes peoples personalities and warp them for its sick pleasure?

Never mind, I guess it’s just down to us now Sherlock…Doctor Watson. We'll keep our little family going.

jimfromit

[The Lady Gaga song Alejandro is playing in the background whilst Moriarty makes this post. He's in something of a good mood]

You know in an odd way I'm really going to miss the little darling. [Mockingly pretends to cry.] I can certainly say we bonded during our time together. Alas all good things must come to an end.

And these walking marshmallow sweets that we've all returned to are a regular on the shelves of food stores back home? I tried one earlier and oh my! It’s a miracle more of you American types don't have diabetes.

[ ooc: What Moriarty is neglecting to mention is that the day before everybody returned to the castle, him and his Purrloin stole a couple of fossils from the museum using his Purrloins sneaking ability and his technological knowledge. That’s the reason for his good mood. Any visitors to his room will see them sitting on his mantelpiece.]

jimfromit

[Jim is sat in one of the local coffee shops with a look of frustration and annoyance on his face. The reason for this is sat in the chair next to him staring at him. No matter how many alleyways he escaped down or diversions he made his Purrloin, just wouldn't leave him alone.

So he's just sitting there, with a cappuccino and tossing it bits of muffin.]

I can see why I was given this one. So sleek and majestic....not unlike myself really.

I'm a little confused as to what the point of all this is? To fight them against each other? How barbaric!

Or is it to bring out our tender side by having us look after them? Oh that’s a lost cause for many castle residents.

Can anybody give me an answer to the meaning of all this? I may give a prize for the most creative answer.

jimfromit

Ugh the rain, the rain... It's just liquid precipitation you idiots, not the end of the world.

Have your lives become that dull that you've resorted to giving each other weather reports to add colour to your existence here?

Can't you all talk about something less mundane?

[ Moriarty is a Consultant crankypants today, It might have something to do with the fact he collapsed recently despite him usually being quite healthy. This is also before the water reached biblical levels.]

jimfromit

[Anybody with good hearing will be able to hear The Thieving Magpie by Rossini playing in the background. This is because it takes Jim back to a happier time in his life where he didn’t have to worry about space lobsters, or possibly living in an MC Escher painting.]

So who would have guessed that the castle likes cheesy hammer horror movies?

Attack of the space lobsters?...what’s next? Killer clowns from out of space?

Actually…forget I said that. Don’t want to be giving the castle ideas now do I?

jimfromit

[Somebody is a little miffed that he had to participate in manual labour but is brushing it off with his usual irritating quirkiness.]

'Sigh' well that was tedious.

I mean honestly doesn't it take the novelty out of a "Magic" castle if we have to do the magic for it? Its quick enough to inflict valentines day lockdowns and turn us all into wildlife at the click of its fingers but when the boring magic needs to take place it requires us to do its biding?

[Said in a singsong voice.] Laaaazzzy.

[Bad guy filter]

[Jim’s voice is suddenly sharp.]

I have a question. Despite the politics and whinging it seems there’s always been a group for those who are on the side of the angels. Whilst I maintain a name like “The peace Patrol” is ridiculous it has been somewhat consistent. My question is has there ever been a group or alliance for people like us?

jimfromit

[Somebody has been watching all the chaos take place via the journals. He's been greatly entertained.]

Oh this is more like it. The castle rarely disappoints with the regularity of its shows does it?

Hmm can’t see a show without dinner can you? A filet mignon steak dinner please?

[What follows next is the sound of something large and animal like crashing through a dining table with a loud animalistic scream. This is also accompanied by the sound of a Moriarty moving away from his dining table very very quickly.]

[A few minutes pass before he speaks again.]

A word of advice to you all...I think the chef might have lost his passion for the job.

Moooo. [Moriarty’s dinner feels the need to contribute.]

Oh shut up!

jimfromit

[Jim has been here for a few hours now. Admittedly it came as a bit of a surprise to find he still had the back of his head intact but surprise wore off quickly to be replaced with curiosity and curiosity lead him to the journal. So eventually he decides to sit down still dressed in the suit he was wearing whilst standing on the hospital rooftop with Sherlock.]

So this is the afterlife for me then? No fiery demons? no clouds of angels just a simple boring old castle....how very fairy tale!

Sorry for anybody expecting a good old fashioned "oh my goodness where am i what am i doing here?" introduction but i took the liberty of catching up on some reading. A castle that takes people out of their time and dimension and keeps them here. So at its heart this is just a great big interdimensonal dumping ground...how charming!

Oh sorry where are my manners?. My name is Jim and I’m your new neighbour!

[Filtered to Sherlock]
Come and play darling

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