THE SOFT OPENING

[deduction]

Art courtesy of reapersun@tumblr

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

o t a.

[stayinalive]

[ hello. ]

Re: o t a.

[fathomtheleaps]

[What a pleasant surprise.]

[stayinalive]

[ imagine seeing you here.

he smiles, gestures to a seat near by. ]

[fathomtheleaps]

[With an inclination of his head, Sherlock accepts. The seat seems harmless enough, after all, though the same cannot be said of the company.]

You received an invitation as well?

;)

[tigerkiller]

[ Sebastian's not far behind Moriarty, naturally. Obligatory glass of Moët et Chandon in hand, he's the picture of well put-together-- Dries Van Noten (Fall 2012, black, double-breasted, not his own-- well, not chosen by him, at least) blazer et al, loafers too (loafers, for God's sake). He loiters around by the bar, and for all the pomp, he seems as shifty and suspicious as ever, eyes narrowed comically at the passers-by. ]

Took you long enough. I'm going mental. [ Mechanically, he downs the champagne, glaring over the Waterford crystal rim at the consulting criminal in question. ]

[stayinalive]

[ he smiles patiently, reserved, reaching to take the now empty glass from him with gloved fingers, setting it aside, straightening his tie and lapels carefully. ]

Patience, they say, is a virtue.

[ he laughs then, light and low, eyes cast down, ]

You wore them! I didn't think you would. How-- delightful.

[sociallyinvisible]

J...Ji...JIM?

[Molly is baffled at seeing Moriarty in this sort of place, and in...those sort of clothes. She never took him to be a posh man, so what was the meaning of all this? There was a glint in his eye that she had never seen before. It was almost as if he'd swapped personalities with James Bond.]

What are you doing.....here?