One day Sherlock would stop pilfering John's laptop for his own use. Today continued to not be that day, unfortunately. That would be why he was busy mocking the people on his website.

He just needed to find a different word for 'mind numbingly idiotic' because using the same insult twice wasn't very creative. It was turning out to be one of those ( Read more... )

With class tomorrow, one could find Sherlock in his office. With John's laptop and a violin. As you do.

So, as he mentally worked out what to do tomorrow, he played said violin.

Because that was all kinds of normal and not the slightest bit Sue-ish.

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Once Ms. Cushing's other sister's address had been tracked down, it was only a matter of driving there. Which brought up how the lack of decent public transportation was something Sherlock loathed about this country ( Read more... )

It would seem that distance from the island had no effect on the changes it might inflict upon it's inhabitants. Sherlock knew this because this morning he woke up feeling just a bit different from usual ( Read more... )

After the far more pleasant surprise guest this morning, Sherlock was almost in a good mood to deal with parents and various other family members.

Almost.

He was there, at least. That was better than nothing, right? Right?

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Mycroft was in town. In the same building as him for the duration of the weekend.

This meant Sherlock played the violin angrily until finally collapsing on his bed in an overly dramatic fashion that probably made John thank any and all deities in the area.

But that was last night and this is the morning. A quiet, quiet morning.

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Someone had heard about parents weekend. And how not just the students' parents arrived. Oh no, all sorts relatives could arrive for just about anyone.

Which would be why he'd received a lovely email--from his brother's personal aide--about the accommodations on the island.

This meant Sherlock was playing the violin until his annoyance faded. It ( Read more... )

Somehow Sherlock had managed to get a couch into his office for napping sulky fits resting and thinking on. Which would be where he was today, mentally picking through cases that were legally obtained.

If John asked, they were legally obtained through polite, considerate discussion with the local police.

Who were all idiots.

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With his bestie omg John now in town, Sherlock was looking at the local newspapers with renewed interest for something of interest. Lest his mind rot and he end up doing something rash in his boredom.

And no one wanted that.

At this rate, he was almost willing to find that damn cat.

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While he didn't quite have everything he needed moved over, Sherlock did have a laptop and mobile phone. Those made up for a lot.

At least until he got bored. Then all bets were off.

But for now, he was busy being annoyed by the petty little requests and 'puzzles' on his website. He would kill any of them for a cigarette if this kept up.

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