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[text][the hollow interest]

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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Edited 2011-03-06 05:25 (UTC)

Cases.

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I've been hoping to speak to you.

When people get bored here they usually start destroying things.

If you do, please stay away from my house.

I need lab equipment.

I am not a scientist.

There are two death god ones, I think.

Ask them, please.

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

Steal them if you want them that badly.

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Unfortunately so.

[private: unhackable.]

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

Death. God.

You'd come back anyway if you died.

Having lost something of value.

Consider it the payment for the materials.

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[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?

Edited 2011-03-06 07:10 (UTC)

Waste someone else's time.

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Not what, but who.

Unacceptable.

Mail doesn't come on a Sunday.

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?

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

This is idiotic.

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?

Cleansing, splitting, splatters, yes, yes-

[He huffs.]

We should search for lab equipment.

You should magic me lab equipment.

[Oh, he is in a pet today.

Tom twitches slightly at the use of 'magic' being used in such a ... wrong sense.]

If you haven't noticed, I'm from the year 1944, which leaves much to be desired in my knowledge of 'lab equipment' as you know it. I could not conjure you anything without proper knowledge of whatever I'm conjuring. Contrary to popular belief, pulling rabbits out of hats is an exact science.

[And then, another one:]

Not to mention the fact that I have better things to do than 'magic you' 'lab equipment'.

[Like experiment with his soul and whatnot. You know. A typical Saturday evening.]

Tom Riddle or Severus Snape?

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