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221B, Baker Street, London - Monday Night
Now that he was back home in London and no longer having his brain slowly melted out his ears by teaching dozens of small creatures, Sherlock found himself to be bored. Terribly, terribly bored ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Saturday
Mostly due to John kicking him out of the hotel room and not wishing to even stay in the same building as his brother, Sherlock ended up at his office.
This, of course, did not mean he would be particularly friendly to any visitors asking about their precious children. But who really expected that from him at this point ( Read more... ) -
Room 604/605 - Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning
With nearly half of the pink roses Shiba had sent him destroyed in various experiments, Sherlock was taking a moment to rest and collect his thoughts.
One could only set fire to a rose so much before it grew boring. And no one wanted a bored Sherlock Holmes. Least of all the owners of the hotel. Luckily someone had found a new spot to hide their ( Read more... ) -
Room 604, Arms Hotel - Monday Morning
Having spent far too much time trapped as an unknown species of cat*, Sherlock was expressing his anger the only way he could. By savaging one of John's dirty jumpers ( Read more... ) -
25 Unicorn St, Thursday Evening
With Shiba at the performance in town, this was the perfect time to break into her house and get revenge for her tampering with his nicotine patches. It wasn't terribly hard to get in and find her room. You only had to follow the smell of gun powder ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Monday
This little game with Kukakû was proving to, at the very least, by quite the distraction from boredom. It was almost exhilarating ( Read more... ) -
Office #5, Before School Hours - 11/22
After he'd painstakingly disarmed the bomb attached to whatever cheap excuse for a violin she'd picked up, Sherlock took the weekend to come up with a response ( Read more... ) -
Ofice Hours, Saturday
While there had been a report of the activities yesterday on radio, it wouldn't have strictly been necessary for Sherlock to notice someone had touched his violin case. But, you know, it did help ( Read more... ) -
Rooms 604 and 605, Arms Hotel - Wee Early Hours Wednesday Morning
It would be nice to say that Sherlock had been sleeping at this time at night, morning really. But that was not the case. Instead, he was busy trying to come up with a logical reason for why everyone was acting so out of the ordinary ( Read more... ) -
Ofice Hours, Tuesday
Since the hotel had somehow become a hive of hormonal debauchery, Sherlock was in his office. Thinking ( Read more... )