THE SOFT OPENING

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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

ota / let's get some ladies all up in this box!

[ex_striking429]

[ Irene carries around a glass of red wine, but never seems to drink from it; is it an affectation or is she simply a subtle imbiber? Who knows. This is a little more raucous than the parties she's usually found at — and significantly less raucous than the other sorts of parties she occasionally attends. Mostly everyone has their clothes on her. Even she. ]

[ Still, she mingles, with coy glances and lifted chin. She touches arms with fingers clothed in long black gloves — try taking her pulse now, Sherlock Holmes. She never smiles genuinely, but she smiles. ]

[housekeeper]

Oh, I haven't seen such lovely gloves since I was a fashionable young thing.

[ Mrs Hudson is, as usual, a wide open book: slightly wine stained teeth on full display in a genial smile, eyes dotting to and fro with curious energy, and a tongue loosened with the liberal application of her own drink. A hand flicks out to touch the black material of the gloves, just a touch over-friendly. ]

<3!!!

[ex_striking429]

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

[ The look Irene gives her is cool at first, but grows warmer even as she extricates her hand. But it's to peel the glove off with practiced ease, rolling and sliding the material and then shaking it out, the better to let the other woman admire it. ]

You're looking well enough tonight.

[blogging_mystery]

[ Blink. Blink. Blink. What is this with people not being dead when he's told they are dead. He takes another sip of his pint and gives her a small smile. ]

[ex_striking429]

[ Irene seems to look straight through him, but she wends her web of conversation around him until she, seemingly coincidentally, is talking with her back to him, to a stuffy older gentleman. And then she turns, gives her own smile. ]

Fancy seeing you here.

[ What she actually means is, fancy seeing you here alone. ]

[blogging_mystery]

[ John swallows and takes a slow sip of his beer. ] I have been known to leave my flat on occasion, not like 'm a shut in.

[ex_striking429]

No, of course, I'm sure you're very social.

[ Is she patronizing him? Very slightly. But she smiles. ]

Are you here by yourself, Mr. Watson?

[blogging_mystery]

My date canceled, Sherlock is up to one of his experiments again in the flat... I needed oxygen that is actually breathable for humans.