Sherlock: News, LJ comm/meme and a wee ficlet.
Sherlock has been renewed! \o/ I don't know any details because I have to get to work ten minutes ago and I've joined the currently spamtastic sherlockbbc comm (my f-list got fifty billion miles long overnight when the UK was awake) so I haven't seen interview transcripts, but Moffat's confirmed it in a TV interview, so YAAY! \o/
LJ Comm, see above, posting rate right now is astounding. There's also a walloping huge comment fic thing at sherlockbbc_fic. Not restricted, so mind your step if you are bothered by things. They've got a del.icio.us whatever thing, (link's in the compile post there) with fills categorized so you don't need to wade through the 3000-odd comments of fic and fills to find reading material.
I've filled one, very quick conversation, reposting here now:
(Prompt involved clothes-sharing. )
Titled: Inappropriate Attire (GEN and PG)
"What the blazes? Why are you wearing my cardigan? Backwards?"
"I was cold."
"It doesn't even fit you! And you usually wear your ruddy great coat! And did I mention backwards?"
"I needed my wrists free. The sleeves were trailing in the chemicals and throwing off my results."
"...You're using my cardigan as a lab smock?!"
"Yes. The pockets are quite handy. I've got two sample bags in each. Mud, saliva, rat intestines and, ooo. That peculiarly pungent fecal matter from the doorman's shoe."
"You put- I-"
"Oh, I'll give it back after the reaction's done, John. Don't fret. Mrs. Hudson can mend the burnt spots-"
"I'm not your seamstress, love."
"Amazing hearing, that woman."
"Sherlock- You-"
"Yes, John?"
"Oh, just, never mind!"
"Fine then. Could you pass me the- Where are you going?"
"Upstairs!"
"Doing what?"
"BLOGGING!"
(doors slam, et cetera)
(And that's it)
*glee* I need icons!