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

[thatwasamazing]

[Of course Sherlock had run off without bothering to explain where he was going. He'd just given him the look and then he was off like lightning to god only knows where.

John followed as best he could - (Yet another Sherlock-provided excuse to shout the words 'follow that cab!') - but by the time they got to the party, John was immediately at a loss. There was no way there were going to let him in, and no way that he could convince them to.

Right.

He slipped away, pulling to the side about half a block down. Sherlock was obviously long inside, John just had to wait for the right moment... There, the duchess. Everyone was distracted. No one would notice as he slipped in behind them - - and straight into a party where everyone was a lot better dressed than he was. He pulled into a side room and fumbled out his telephone.

A text:]

Right. Sherlock. No thanks to you, I'm finally here. Where the hell are you?

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[Here was a snag. Roughly half of all the gentlement here were wearing some sort of fake hair or other. And even some of the ladies. Frustrating, but not insurmountable.]

Find man with black-grey toupee. Most likely Lord. Right-handed. Then find me.

[thatwasamazing]

[John glared down at the text. How was he supposed to find a Lord when he wasn't even dressed--- He stopped, turning. There had to be something in this house that he could use...]

Just.. Give me a few minutes, Sherlock, If I wander out like this I'm just going to get kicked out. Do you have any idea where the servants set up?