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Feb. 8th, 2013


[text to Sevastian Z]

[text to Sevastian Z]

Sevya, where are you? I'm due at work in half an hour, are you going to get back before I leave?



[in somewhat scrawled Victorian penmanship, and with a few splotches of blue ink dotting the page in frustration. The underlines are especially aggressive]

No sign of Holmes. No sign of Holmes anywhere. He's gone off again for God knows where to do God knows what, and I'm left having to attempt deduction in order to find a hint of a direction in which to turn. He loves these games. They give him a thrill. I ought to know the drill by now. If he's managed to get into a scrape, I shall be entirely put out. Especially if he's trying to prove some damnable point about how he cannot function properly without me -- an assertion I am beginning to believe!

Also, my service revolver seems to be missing. I take this as a somewhat distressing point.

Mercifully, both Mrs Hudson and Gladstone are well. Small mercies etc.

Jan. 29th, 2013


[text to Sevastian Z]

[text to Sevastian Z]

Going to be home late. Sorry.

Jan. 28th, 2013


There isn't anybody here who wants private ballet lessons, is there...? I'm looking to keep up my ballet practice now that the studio I was teaching at is closed.

Jan. 24th, 2013



Bronchitis sucks. Business trips suck. Daytime television really sucks. I have been coughing my brain out and my mother is threatening to send vats of borshch by express mail to make sure I feel better. I don't even know.

There. That's at least five minutes of whining no one in this house had to listen to. Success.

Jan. 8th, 2013


sevastian v

[text, after the meth lab explodes]

Violence in the city & an explosion. EMS overloaded. Staying late. Won't be able to drive home. Will call when I can. Stay SAFE.

Jan. 5th, 2013



So this is a real thing, is it? Not some prank or some wickedly clever tablet device made to look like a book?

Well, game on, then, I guess.

Jun. 12th, 2012


Clare J, Public


I'm quite tired of all the drama in this place. I'm half tempted to simply catch the next flight back to Ireland, but the bloody voice in my head won't stop ranting and raving about how I must stay.

Rock and a hard place.

[Locked to Clare J]

Are you avoiding me?


Elias M / Sherlock H

[She's been through the door for nearly a week, John living in the flat in London. They lost track of Sherlock at some point, so Clare's taking a chance that Elias has returned to Las Vegas, but adds Sherlock to the lock as well.]

I can't keep staying through the door. If nothing else, I have to stop back at the apartment so I can go to work. Have you heard anything more about Micah?

Jun. 9th, 2012



To the one I hurt:

I would like to speak with you. If you are not comfortable doing so, then I understand.

May. 30th, 2012


Clare J./Elias M.

[After the conversation with Jules.]

Clare? You up for coffee and a trip to London after? Sherlock wants to talk to John.



[Micah's handwriting is a mess, barely legible, stretched out and scrawled]

Best way to get free drinks? Tell everyone that you just got broken up with.

And that's how I spent the last six hours and thirteen bars.

Blue dirnks should not be allowed.

but give me all of your red ones.

May. 27th, 2012


elias m., jules s., clare j.

[Locked to Elias M.]

[his writing is shaking, nearly illegible, and the page is spotted with what looks like blood]


[Locked to Jules S.]

[just as shaky as above]


[Locked to Clare J.]

Just checking in.

May. 19th, 2012


Fucking nightmare.

Everyone in one piece?

May. 14th, 2012


Noah B, Clare J, Simon C, Elias M

[Group Lock to Noah B and Clare J]

[written in Micah's narrow handwriting]

1. Whomever is leaving lights on and leaving - I will remove the lightbulbs, if I must. Please turn the lights off when you go.

2. I propose a group meal at some point this week. My apologies for not being home as of late, but I would be willing to cook dinner for the lot of us this week if we can decide on a time.

Clare: I saw a post on the local CraigsList of someone getting rid of some furniture. I left the ad on your door.

[Group Lock to Noah B and Simon C]

The club has an opening in a couple weeks. I signed us up as a possibility. Are we interested in a paid gig?

[Locked to Elias M]

I haven't talked to you lately. Are you doing well?

May. 9th, 2012



Sorry. I've been [...] out of it.

What's happening? Noah? Sam?

May. 1st, 2012


Elias M, Noah B

[A day or two after this conversation. It's taken her that long (with a fair amount of prompting from John) to decide to contact him. There are several false starts that don't show up on the page before she settles into finally writing something down.]


[Locked to Noah]
[After her conversation with Elias, after a rather awful day at work, after her hours have been officially cut for the time being.]

I'm in the Willows. [Apartment number.]

Apr. 25th, 2012



[She struggles with this for a very long time before writing it. She's been looking at her finances, and with splitting time with John in London, and the shortened hours due to her injuries, she's going to start having problems affording her apartment. Even then, she is nervous about putting something like this out there for everyone to see. And so...]

[Posted Anonymously]

Does anyone have a good idea of how to find a roommate? I've been in the city a while but I don't know very many people. Thank you.

Apr. 19th, 2012



Irene. I don't have time for games. Did she do this or not?

Apr. 13th, 2012


Loren C, Gideon A, Clare J

[Note left for Loren C]
[The morning after sneaking out of the apartment and letting herself into Loren's place, the following note is left on the kitchen table. She's asleep on the couch, and the living room is a mess of gray fabrics and religious books, her brown hair just visible beneath the blanket.]

Breakfast is tucked in the microwave.

[Locked to Gideon A]
That new place hired me, and I moved out of living with the nuns. I'm staying on a friend's couch for now, so that old number you got for me doesn't work no more.

[Locked to Clare J]
Get out of that hotel just fine?

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