[Video][the case of the curious connections]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[The video does flick on- but only reveals blackness. After seeing all the accidental posts on the network, Sherlock had taped paper over his, thick enough to block out any light or accidental image.

But the sound comes through, along with the blackness, of the Great Detective stretching out and murmuring lazily as he wakes. Yawning. He's been under for a long time.

A little groan as he manages to sit up.]

Comments

[video]

[kingoftheround.livejournal.com]

Good morning, there.

Re: [video]

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock leans over and peels the paper back, giving the PCD a rumpled, cranky stare. It's chirping at him, what does it want?]

[video]

[kingoftheround.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but look amused at the sight.]

Come, now, there's no need to look so annoyed.

[video]

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Did you want something?

[video]

[kingoftheround.livejournal.com]

[Shrug.]

Not particularly, no.

[video]

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

[Another long stare. (In a strange way, he looks like someone Merlin might grow up into. Only, not good natured.)]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Clever.

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised no one else had thought of it before.

[bunny_flower]

Holmes-san ? Are you alright ?

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Fine, thank you.

[bunny_flower]

You sound rather out of it.

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

I'm having a difficult start to the day.

[Reaching over to peel the paper off the camera.]

Are you quite all right?

[bunny_flower]

I am just fine, thank you.

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

People have been a little on edge.

[bunny_flower]

That they are, yes.

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Usual enough, I suppose.

[bunny_flower]

Especially since the Animus spoke of an event, and we have yet to understand what they meant.

[Video // Private // Unhackable]

[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

[Tom's eyes are cold, as they always are, but there's something burning just behind the usual neutrality.

Rhode Kamelot let him in on a little secret. And now, Tom is beginning to notice holes in his life that he cannot explain. Affected or not, it's beginning to drive him insane.

And, quite obviously, there is only one man in Adstringendum he could possibly hope to garner a legitimate answer from.]

Holmes.

[Curt and to the point.]

Is your family here.

[Video // Private // Unhackable]

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

What?

[Mycroft. He sits bolt upright. (And no, he hasn't been evented this time because he hates everyone.)]

[Video // Private // Unhackable]

[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

Your family. Are they here.

[He has absolutely no patience for this, Sherlock, answer the damn question.]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

[He thinks about that for a long moment. But no, he would have seen signs by now if there had been any.]

No.

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[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

How long have you been here.

[His tone is beginning to become slightly less controlled. Because, well, Rhode imagining things, Tom could envision it, but Holmes is a constant.

If he says his family is not here, then his family is not here, which means everything is a fabrication.

Which means Tom has been tricked.]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Fourty six days, eight hours, some number of minutes.

[He could be more specific if he had to.]

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[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

[Tom stares at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable.]

Fourty-six days.

[It's muttered to himself -- something is obviously not right with the wizard. He leans against the wall of his bedroom -- but it isn't his bedroom, in Howl's Moving Castle. It's another bedroom entirely.]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

You're experiencing some sort of cognitive dissonance.

[He leans in, fascinated.]

Send me your coordinates, I'm coming there.