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Well, as I rather expected, my post to cabin_pressure proposing a game of hunt the lemon in real life has so far met with resounding - crickets. I remain undaunted and have obtained supplies with which to tag this first peel of lemons to be put into play.
So, today I wrote the arrival of John's portrait and - well - it's flipping awesome - Claude's portrait, not my writing...I've also finally managed to drag Lestrade into my story for what I'm hoping will amount to more than a cameo because Sherlock is going to make him be 'everyone else' while J & S rehearse the scene during which Benedick arrives and spars with Beatrice. I still can't decide where to set the darn thing. Something visually obvious - Ancient Rome? Sherlock in a toga isn't terribly 'Beatrice' in the way I was hoping it would come across. Sigh.
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“Jesus! Did he make it life-sized?”
“Lestrade, watch that -,”
BLAM
“What are you boys doing up there? Was that my wall?”
“No, Mrs Hudson,” three male voices chorused untruthfully.
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“Sexy. Dead sexy, in fact. Good show, John.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes at this assessment.
John’s tone was thoughtful when he tentatively gave his opinion. “It’s - actually - not terrible, is it? I mean, of course Claude is very good, but - I’m not exactly - I wasn’t expecting to look -,”
“Impressive,” Sherlock purred. “The word you are looking for is impressive. Don’t worry, John, when you’re not standing next to me you always look quite impressive.”
“Berk.”
So, today I wrote the arrival of John's portrait and - well - it's flipping awesome - Claude's portrait, not my writing...I've also finally managed to drag Lestrade into my story for what I'm hoping will amount to more than a cameo because Sherlock is going to make him be 'everyone else' while J & S rehearse the scene during which Benedick arrives and spars with Beatrice. I still can't decide where to set the darn thing. Something visually obvious - Ancient Rome? Sherlock in a toga isn't terribly 'Beatrice' in the way I was hoping it would come across. Sigh.
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“Jesus! Did he make it life-sized?”
“Lestrade, watch that -,”
BLAM
“What are you boys doing up there? Was that my wall?”
“No, Mrs Hudson,” three male voices chorused untruthfully.
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“Sexy. Dead sexy, in fact. Good show, John.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes at this assessment.
John’s tone was thoughtful when he tentatively gave his opinion. “It’s - actually - not terrible, is it? I mean, of course Claude is very good, but - I’m not exactly - I wasn’t expecting to look -,”
“Impressive,” Sherlock purred. “The word you are looking for is impressive. Don’t worry, John, when you’re not standing next to me you always look quite impressive.”
“Berk.”