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.
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Comments

[seesobserves]

God, no. Everybody here is far too cheerful. [Or they're faking cheer to cover up for some family or other personal social crisis, but nothing as exciting as a death. Sherlock could describe every one in detail, though, Lestrade, if you'd like.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a plastic baggie, which he hands over. Inside are flecks of skin.]

A bit more evidence for the Talbot case. I noticed you were stuck.

[Even though it's a case Sherlock hasn't been called in on. Even though the police have been giving every indication to the media that they're on the right track. Perhaps Lestrade even believes they are.]

[bestprofessional]

The Talbot- [One day Greg will stop being surprised by Sherlock. Today, it seems, is not that day.] How on earth do you- [Oh, right. Party.

He lowers his voice, scowling.] That investigation is police only, Sherlock. And we're going just fine.

[seesobserves]

Don't take it, then.

[There's a smile threatening to start at one corner of his mouth. Still holding out the bag, by the way.]

[bestprofessional]

[He scowls, but looks furtively around to make sure no one's paying attention to them. The bag quickly dissapears into his jacket.] You'll have to come in later to fill some things in.

[Technically only if the evidence was going to be pivotal to the case. Greg had no doubt it would be. It doesn't make him any happier about it.]

[seesobserves]

[The smile ticks into place. It dials back but doesn't disappear as he turns to watch the crowd.]

Naturally, once everybody else is finished having their fun. ['Everybody else,' operative words. Sherlock takes a sip of punch and -- ah. There's John, and he's found the HR girl. Hope you're getting a proper flirt in, Doctor, because Sherlock will be ready to leave any second now.]

[bestprofessional]

You might as well have some too, now you're here.

[He raises his glass to Sherlock and has a sip.] Did John come down too, or-?

[seesobserves]

[Sherlock gives Lestrade a look that says, 'With this crowd?']

He's attempting to chat up that new girl from Human Resources. Elsie. [He checks his watch.] I'll give him two more minutes. By then he'll either have got her number or put her off entirely.