November 2015




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Oct. 28th, 2015



I am the temporary owner of a ladies' bracelet, quite finely wrought, a gold alloy with three charms. Apply with a description for its return.

Oct. 14th, 2015



[He means to write only to Mina, but our good doctor is medically dosed and distracted by talk of death. So public it is.]

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

Rest your worries, she is safe.

Sep. 26th, 2015



[During this, in Irene's sitting room. Grumpily.]

I am in search of a man and any assistance would be much appreciated.

He is an unimpressive man, neither especially ugly or especially handsome. Some average height, perhaps somewhat less, 5 ft 7 or thereabouts. He comes from moderate wealth, though not the peerage. He has traveled abroad a distance, and he has had an opium habit for some time. There is some evidence to suggest he is not British. Possessed of certain imagination, he has a wife or sister that is blonde and well-favoured.

[To Irene: "There. Are you happy?"]

Sep. 27th, 2015


Sherlock & Irene

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler
What: Teaming up (and a lot of annoyances)
When: Recently (fuzzy because of plot)
Warning: None

Mr. Sherlock Holmes did not feel fatigue, and he had taken enough care with his appearance to make it seem that no one suspected the previous night's work may have worn on his nerves. )

Sep. 3rd, 2015


log: sherlock and vanessa bond over a body

Who: Sherlock and Vanessa
What: Investigating a corpse, possibly tbc.
Where: London, Penny Dreadful
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Mentions of corpses? Nothing explicit.

Glad to see you back, Mr. Holmes. )

Aug. 22nd, 2015


On a gamble: Sherlock H, Clementine M

[Sherlock H]


[Clementine M]

Movies are tantamount to witchcraft, Galatea. There's a ball to be held a week on Thursday, should you wish the procurement of an invitation.

Aug. 2nd, 2015


Log: Penny Dreadful

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Mrs. Irene Norton.
What: Tea. Verbal badinage.
When: Recently.
Where: A quality tea-room.

Expression and knowledge of self was what Mr. Holmes was missing. He was missing it in droves. )

Jul. 17th, 2015


[locked to sherlock h]

[On more than a hunch, after their brief exchange of physical messages. The penmanship is just as crisp as it was on the message he was brought.]

Mr. Holmes.

Jul. 12th, 2015


[a calling card to sherlock holmes]

[The card is sent round to the residence of Sherlock Holmes early in the morning on Sunday. A boy from a messenger service brings it, and it's written in a fine, tight hand. The message is simple, the implication direct.]

Mr. Holmes,
If you possess a journal of a peculiar character, contact me. I may have work for a man of your storied reputation.
-Miss Vanessa Ives

Jul. 4th, 2015


Irene A.

Really, Madame, I can't think what would drive you to ground like a fox.


Irene & Sherlock

Who: Irene A and Sherlock H
What: Chess
When: Recently
Where: Penny Dreadful

More than this visible resurrection, Sherlock Holmes did not often enter society in years previous. He was welcome, welcome in the way performers and entertainments were welcome, but Society bored him, and he made that clear on multiple occasions )

May. 9th, 2015



[The writing is sharp, spiked. It is dark and the words are unmarred by splotches: expensive ink does not spread deeply into the paper.]


General man-of-all-work. Discretion and a strong stomach required.

Salaried. Uniform paid for.

May. 7th, 2015


PD London: Holmes & Watson on the (other's) case.

[Sherlock Holmes didn't wait for the news. He was not long in town, but he hardly needed to wait for the morning delivery for such things. He had a network, after all, and it certainly hadn't fallen apart in his absence.

For an excuse, Mr. Holmes granted his not inconsiderable services to the Coroner local to the neighbourhood, a man of advanced age, overfond of drink, and unfortunately ill that morning when he accidentally ingested a bit of bad fish (or so he thought). Said Coroner was not precisely aware that Mr. Sherlock Holmes was doing him such a great service as to appear ex officio, when sending for him was something of a formality to begin with.

Mr. Holmes, in this capacity, named himself as that great man's nearest subordinate, wearing only a bare nod to disguise in the form of a dull black hat, shoe polish on his hair, and one of his better coats, padded at the shoulders and around the belt so as to hang and hide the detective's considerable height and over-thin body. Some mouth cotton to alter the length of his jaw and set of his head, and it was enough to be going on with.

He knew Vauxhall well, and successfully avoided the crowd to investigate the body and surrounding while a few policemen herded away the gawkers. Sherlock was avoiding his old comrades in the police force handily, choosing his timing well and enjoying relative silence while he worked the ground on one knee.]

Apr. 29th, 2015


Mina M, Leif S, Public

[Perhaps he is a touch idle, if not lonely.]

[Locked to Mina M]
Miss Mina, how did you enjoy the festivities?

[Locked to Leif S]
I admit to finding you a curious fellow, sir. One happy to oblige others and give his many opinions free of charge, yet unduly silent thereafter.

[Like one might put out an advertisement in the classifieds; typed out thusly.]


—A young widow of pleasant disposition, dark-haired and dark-eyed, name of Zoe. Last seen at the Murray House, engaging in idle conversation with this gentleman on the vast, enigmatic topic of Fate.

Apr. 9th, 2015



[At the party. In a fine hand with a fine-inked fountain pen, the wood backing of the bar jostling texture into otherwise smooth letters and with a wetness ringing out from the top left corner by way of condensation and third glass of brandy.]

This is extraordinary. There is some science at work I cannot quite parse.

Apr. 2nd, 2015


[Party log]

Who: Whoever wishes to attend!
What: Party at the Murray House
Where: Penny Dreadful(s)
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Please place locations and warnings in subject headers. Feel free to "dibs" threads. Simultaneous threads per character are allowed.

The Murray House was situated at the end of the street in the affluent part of London. Imposing, it was a structure built by a man determined to leave his mark on the world in every possible way.

The door was answered by two footmen, and carriages were directed around the back. Men and women awaited announcement, all agog to see the disreputable women who inhabited the home. One fair and disgraced. The other dark and possessed. Or so the rumors said.

The lights were dim for the evening, as was the fashion for parties with darker themes. On silver platters, champagne and sweets were served, and there was a bar in the sitting room with stronger drinks and cigars for the gentlemen.

Beyond the grand entrance hall, the parlor was a room for the telling of fortunes. The woman at the table was not Miss Ives, but a hired woman from town, her fortunes daring and decadent. Low lights, and chairs around the table, the woman prophesied the strangest things for all to hear.

Theatricals were held in in the study, on a platform before Sir Malcom's impressive map. The performances were Grand Guignol in nature, with faux vampires feasting on innocent girls, pretend werewolves eating young lads, and much fake blood to go around in a room deliberately darkened and filled with the delighted screams of London's elite.

The grand staircase led to the upstairs halls, and the finely appointed rooms beyond, where none of the doors were barred for the evening. And surely the basement, with its darkness and random shackles, should have been locked for the evening, but it was not.

Jul. 5th, 2014


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How many.