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[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Bored.

-SH

[Bored bored bored bored bored. Fear ye, all of Adstringendum. Sherlock is lonely, and in a frankly impressive snit, and wants nothing more than to hurl abuse at commenters on the PCD, regardless of whether it's the sensible thing to do or not, knowing the various power levels in the proverbial room.]

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[crux-ofmylife.livejournal.com]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Cases.

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I've been hoping to speak to you.

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[crux-ofmylife.livejournal.com]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately so.

[private: unhackable.]

Say something asininely trite, I will snort in disgust, then disconnect. We can continue talking privately.

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[crux-ofmylife.livejournal.com]

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[supermistfrog.livejournal.com]

When people get bored here they usually start destroying things.

If you do, please stay away from my house.

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

I need lab equipment.

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[supermistfrog.livejournal.com]

I am not a scientist.

There are two death god ones, I think.

Ask them, please.

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

No one with any good equipment would give any up in an environment like this. Even spare parts may one day become valuable, irreplaceable.

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[supermistfrog.livejournal.com]

Steal them if you want them that badly.

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[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

[Tom is bored. He's out of reading material and Cameron hasn't spoken up in a fair while, which means he has no one to torture things with.

That, and he's in a piss poor mood, so he feels like insulting someone.

So, obviously, the easiest way to insult Sherlock Holmes is to send him a relatively simple riddle.

Which Tom does.]

A man was found murdered one Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and were given these alibis:

The wife said she was in bed reading a book.
The cook claimed she cooking breakfast.
The gardener claimed he was planting seeds.
The maid claimed she was getting the mail.
The butler claimed he polishing the silver.

The police instantly arrested the murderer. Who did it and how did they know?

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Mail doesn't come on a Sunday.

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[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

What English word is nine letters long, and can remain an English word at each step as you remove one letter at a time, right down to a single letter?

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Sparkling. Provided you accept 'pi' as an English word.

This is idiotic.

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[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

Startling works better.

[You can almost taste the smug in the text, Holmes. Almost

But Tom sends another one.]

Of course it is idiotic. Do you have any other suggestions to pass the time other than complaining about the lack of entertainment?

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[istoppedtime.livejournal.com]

Means you're still not doing anything useful.

[Yes he is determined to be the bane of your life.]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

There's nothing useful to be accomplished. This place is inherently useless.

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[istoppedtime.livejournal.com]

What are your areas of expertise? If you say everything I'm signing off.

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

I'm a consulting detective.

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[istoppedtime.livejournal.com]

That is pretty useless.

Although... hm. Psychiatry? Neurology?

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

What exactly do you mean by that?

[It's too bad sarcasm can't be heard through text...]

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Should think it was obvious.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Well let's pretend it's not.

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[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Use your critical thinking skills.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Haha. No wonder you're so bored.