THE SOFT OPENING

[deduction]

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What for? Who knows! Where at? Who cares! Who's paying for all this? Mycroft!!

Time for some cheer, Sherlockians! Regardless of canonpoint or verse, everyone's invited to attending a wonderful party in this beautiful chateau with drinking, nibbles, and maybe a murder or two. All dinosaurs are to be left at the door (and I mean you, Anderson). Mix, mingle, deduce which of the other guests are having affairs, discover dead bodies in the closet, hold someone hostage in the basement; as long as you're having fun, you're welcome here.




THE SMALL TEXT!
This is the official soft opening for the open Sherlock Holmes sandbox threepipeproblem. Link it to everyone, post and be merry, and pray that this works, because if it does then the whole thing will soon be open for business. AWESOME, RIGHT? GO GO GO.
And don't forget to read the rules and FAQs too.

Comments

[hellodiane]

[Next to him stands a man who is clearly more than relaxed. He nearly vibrates with an energy that is not nervous in the least, but a sort of active enjoyment and engagement with his environment. He holds a plastic cup of the punch, and after he takes a sip, glances down at it appreciatively.]

Nothing like punch with a little kick, is there?

[It's almost as if he can't help but acknowledge this truth to someone, to make sure that the world knew there was something right with it. His accent is American; his appearance is almost retro-clean cut, though he does not appear to feel out of place. The visiting FBI agent is simply enjoying the party.]

[bestprofessional]

Don't let the tea thing fool you. We like our kicks just as much as you Yanks.

[Greg's smile is easy. While he wasn't supposed to have had much to to with the agent, he'd found the man a refreshing change from most of the other stodgy British ops.] If you're able to keep a secret, I might even show you where we keep some of the confiscated stuff.

[hellodiane]

Well...

[Cooper grins at him, looking every inch the boy scout.]

You don't get a temporary transfer to Scotland Yard by telling tales out of school.