Molly Hooper

Hi! I'm Molly Hooper. I'm 31 and this is my blog.

[mollyhooperrp]

The costumed man teased her for a bit, and Molly hoped she returned the banter just as seductively. He was playful and funny and Molly couldn’t quite place his purr of a voice, but she liked him instantly. More masked men and women arrived at Mycroft’s party, and the man pulled her wordlessly onto…

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg chuckled softly when they started to dance together. “You’re very light on your feet,” he said with a genuine smile. “It must be those wings helping you,” he teased.

[mollyhooperrp]

The man’s voice sounded increasingly familiar - Molly was certain that she knew him well, but couldn’t determine his identity.

She tried to push the curiosity from her mind, and as he teased her, she found it was quite easy to focus on other thoughts.  The man’s mouth, for instance, kept quirking into a familiar smile and Molly couldn’t help but wonder how his mouth would feel pressed against hers.  Of course, she was never the daring or outright, but a masquerade enables a person to act without inhibition, or so she hoped.

After a few more bars of music, Molly raised on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"So, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?"

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg felt a shiver run down his spine as she whispered in his ear. Her lips had brushed against his skin softly, sending electric shocks running through his nerves. “Ah ah ah,” he tutted with a smile. “Masquerade, remember? If I tell you anything about myself, you could recognize me. I can’t take that risk. After all, I /am/ dancing with the most beautiful woman here. I don’t want to lose her just yet.”

[mollyhooperrp]

Molly finally knew the identity of her dance partner.  Greg Lestrade's voice was just too distinctive, and here she was, dancing and flirting with him just as she'd been wanting to.  He had called her beautiful.  The elation was intoxicating, and Molly had only one thought - if she kissed him now, given his apparent interest, would it feel any different that the cold, emotionless kiss he had given her at Mycroft's?

Molly didn't dwell on how he had used her not even a week prior, or her interest in Irene, or how he was the Detective Inspector of the Scotland yard, for God's sake!  Instead, she focused on his graceful dancing and gentle touch, but it was still against Molly's better judgement that she leaned forward and kissed him.

[mollyhooperrp]

The costumed man teased her for a bit, and Molly hoped she returned the banter just as seductively. He was playful and funny and Molly couldn’t quite place his purr of a voice, but she liked him instantly. More masked men and women arrived at Mycroft’s party, and the man pulled her wordlessly onto…

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg chuckled softly when they started to dance together. “You’re very light on your feet,” he said with a genuine smile. “It must be those wings helping you,” he teased.

[mollyhooperrp]

The man's voice sounded increasingly familiar - Molly was certain that she knew him well, but couldn't determine his identity.

She tried to push the curiosity from her mind, and as he teased her, she found it was quite easy to focus on other thoughts.  The man's mouth, for instance, kept quirking into a familiar smile and Molly couldn't help but wonder how his mouth would feel pressed against hers.  Of course, she was never the daring or outright, but a masquerade enables a person to act without inhibition, or so she hoped.

After a few more bars of music, Molly raised on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"So, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

[mollyhooperrp]

Halloween RP Continuation

The costumed man teased her for a bit, and Molly hoped she returned the banter just as seductively.  He was playful and funny and Molly couldn't quite place his purr of a voice, but she liked him instantly.  More masked men and women arrived at Mycroft's party, and the man pulled her wordlessly onto the dance floor just as a small crowd had congregated there.

He slipped one had easily around her waist, and held the other, leading her in a gentle dance that she didn't entirely recognize.  In his arms, however, she was relaxed and the movement came naturally; the man was clearly a skilled dancer.  Molly resisted the urge to place her head on his shoulder.

[mollyhooperrp]

Molly was panicking.  John couldn't just casually mention that he didn't think he'd survive whatever injury he had suffered and expect Molly to continue working with a level head!  But he did expect it.  And Molly hated disappointing people.

Trying her best to remain calm, she set the search in motion.  Thanks to Sherlock's biometric alert, Molly was able to deliver the his GPS coordinates to Lestrade, who sent out a rescue team.  John, however, was a different matter - she hadn't a clue where he was and didn't assume she'd had much time to figure it out.  She took a steadying breath, and tried to imagine what Sherlock would do in her shoes.  Within a few moments, it hit her, almost embarrassingly obvious.

If she called Mycroft, he'd be able to use the GPS in John's phone to determine his whereabouts.  Molly could only hope that they'd arrive in time.

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Mr. Holmes? What's going on? I've only just gotten my phone and wireless working again- I ran into Moriarty after you and I met. He tried to catch me, but of course, I got away. He did, however, manage to slip a radio frequency jamming device into one of my coat pockets, so I had no signal on my phone or internet- are you okay? Is Doctor Watson okay? I'm on my way. -Vulpes

boumd, typong blind. If frend, Find Watson. Alrt Lastrde. Do nt cme to wrehuse ntl Watson safe. -SH

[mollyhooperrp]

Sherlock?  Do you know where you are?  Is John in danger back at your flat?  Please let me know so I can tell Lestrade.  Hang in there - we’ll be on our way soon!

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Molly.  Pllssss.  Fnd John.  Danger.  Losing blood—find John.  Please.

[mollyhooperrp]

Sherlock - do you know where John is? Or where you are? I need something to go on - I can't do deductions like you!

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Mr. Holmes? What's going on? I've only just gotten my phone and wireless working again- I ran into Moriarty after you and I met. He tried to catch me, but of course, I got away. He did, however, manage to slip a radio frequency jamming device into one of my coat pockets, so I had no signal on my phone or internet- are you okay? Is Doctor Watson okay? I'm on my way. -Vulpes

boumd, typong blind. If frend, Find Watson. Alrt Lastrde. Do nt cme to wrehuse ntl Watson safe. -SH

[mollyhooperrp]

Sherlock?  Do you know where you are?  Is John in danger back at your flat?  Please let me know so I can tell Lestrade.  Hang in there - we'll be on our way soon!

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

It was unseasonably cold on the street outside Greg’s walkup.  Sherlock adjusted his masque over the eyepatch and sighed.  That, coupled with his elaborate pirate hat, might throw off a couple of the Yarders, but no way would any of his friends not know who it was standing in front of them when he approached.

He looked at the man standing next to him.  ”You alright?” he asked.

John’s mask, a construct of military efficiency that did nothing to detract from the elaborate 17th century naval officer uniform he wore, made him look mysterious and dashing.  He smiled.  ”Been ready.”

"And you’re sure you want the world to know about …this?" Sherlock asked, lifting their joined hands tentatively.

"Only if—you know, if you’re not ready—I can—"

"I’m ready," Sherlock said, remembering the recent adventures with and without John.  He was very ready to warn the world not to mess with Dr. Watson, or they’d have him to deal with.

"Then waiting is ridiculous," John sighed as he reached for the handle to Greg’s door.

Sherlock grinned, and they entered the party together.

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg came back downstairs to the ballroom after about a half hour of teasing his hair to keep it in position. He was going to look handsome tonight if it killed him, damn it! He smoothed down his scarlet suit, adjusted his dark red tie, and glanced in the hall mirror once more to make sure he looked presentable. He was so ungodly nervous. He adjusted his mask and the devil horns that were currently resting gently on top of his greying hair. With a small huff of approval, he made his way into the ballroom. He’d decorated it to the nines. Sure, he’d had a bit of help from his team at the Yard, but it was worth it. Fog from the four fog machines carpeted the dance floor and the music filtered from the rafters where he’d set up the speakers. He made his way over to the punch bowl and poured himself a glass. 

[kingmycroft]

Mycroft found himself rolling his eyes from behind his brother and John, their handholding causing him serious indigestion. He waited out of their view until they finally walked inside. Lately he found that although he did love his brother it was best that they stayed away from each other. Whether it was due to his brothers insults or Mycroft’s thinning patience, he couldn’t be sure, it could be both.

He walked swiftly, the chains underneath the white button up and suspenders clanking with every step taken. Vera bounced along side him, her smile causing his mood to lighten slightly. She took his arm, careful to avoid his knived hand and lead him to the doorway. They wore matching black masks, glittering, with fake - but good imitation- rubies lined around seam. He opened the door for her entering the house costume in place. 

A smirk crossed his face, he doubted any one would expect, or recognize him in such casual attire, not to mention gothic.

Lestrade crossed into his view first, his outfit showing his figure splendidly. A mischievous thought crossed his mind, he leaned over to Vera whispering his plan before leading her over to the punch, which he had every intention of spiking.

[mollyhooperrp]

Molly lingered in the threshold of Greg's house.  She desperately wanted to go the entire night without being recognized.  She wanted to see how people treated her when she wasn't "just Molly" anymore and she wanted the liberty to interact with the other guests with confidence.  While Molly usually looked like a child, she doubted that anyone would think of her that way when she was dressed like this.

To test the theory, she approached an attractive gentleman dressed as a devil (yes, the irony was quite clear to her) and placed a hand delicately on his shoulder.

"Hello," she whispered in his ear, running her hand down the length of his arm as she spoke. "Enjoying yourself this evening?"

Molly tried to make her voice sound lower and not-Molly, and did her best to ignore the suspicion that she looked terribly stupid.  Flirting had never come naturally to her, but she certainly made an effort.   She was oddly drawn to this man, whether or not they had ever met before.

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

Irene stood before her new closet. It was smaller than what she originally had in Belgravia, before the cameraphone business and such, but it’d have to do. Most of her clothes had been stored away anyways, and she was lucky that she managed to recover them.

Her eyes traveled over the different…

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Sherlock was tossing things out of his closet—again—when he heard an exasperated huff behind him.

"You know I’ll just have to clean that mess up again, don’t you?" John asked as he dried his favorite RAMC mug with a dishcloth.

"Yes," Sherlock said.  "Where is my eyepatch, John?"

John grinned.  ”Hanging over the bathroom door handle, where it’s been for a week.”

A sharp nod before he tore off for the bathroom, then paused and yanked his head over his shoulder.  ”You aren’t dressed.”

"Party’s not for another hour," John sighed.  "Relax."

Sherlock gave John a small smile.  ”It’s our date, John.  Remember that.”  He gave him a kiss on the nose, then resumed his trek to the bathroom.  ”Go get ready, oh captain my captain.”

He heard a small chuckle that made him a little weak in the knees before John moved to the room upstairs.  Hopefully he’d come to his senses soon and relocate his belongings where they belonged—here, in the ground floor bedroom.

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg bustled around his manor house. He had to make sure everything was perfect. It was the first party like this that he’d ever really had and, well…who was he even kidding? He had made it a masquerade so he could dance with Molly and she wouldn’t quite realize it was the jackass who’d used her. He felt horrible about it. He couldn’t get it out of his head. Irene’s words:

Maybe I can show her the love you only pretended was there for you.

He shook them off and continued to hang the decorations.

[mollyhooperrp]

Molly struggled with the zipper in the back of her dress, but managed to pull it closed with one final tug.  She took a tentative step back, regarding herself somewhat critically in the mirror.

Molly had spent a good deal of her life deliberately avoiding mirrors.  She didn’t think she needed yet another reminder of her inadequacy when compared with the gorgeous, graceful girls that seemed to constantly surround her, but tonight was different.  Tonight she wore an elegant, iridescent white mask that hid her face.  Tonight, she had the advantage of anonymity.  Tonight, Molly Hooper was, quite literally, an angel.

The costume was flattering; she was aware of that in a somewhat objective way.  The skirt of her white dress ended mid-thigh.  It was shorter than almost any clothing she owned, but it was somewhat attractive.  For a Halloween costume, it fit better than expected.  She was satisfied with that, at least.

Her hair was piled atop her head in a style that was meant to look effortless, but was really the result of several YouTube tutorials and a half bottle of hairspray.  Still, Molly was able to appreciate its aesthetic value.  While she hadn’t achieved the exact style of the lady in the video (who had promised, by the way, that the look could be achieved quickly and easily.  Molly found that to be false advertising.), it was still pretty.  The halo perched atop finished the look.

Taking Sherlock’s advice from so many years ago, she had applied lipstick, but found it slightly out of place on her usually bare mouth.

A pair of white, feather wings sat at her back, as longs as her spine.  They completed the costume in a graceful way.

Overall, Molly appreciated her appearance.  She wasn’t beautiful, by any stretch of the imagination, but she was elegant and put together.  It was more than she usually hoped for.

Now, she contemplated the two and half inch heels she expected herself to dance in for the night with a creeping dread.

[kingmycroft]

Ooc: so I’m kinda dating Sammy. Just saying.

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Seriously?

[kingmycroft]

Haha, yep, we actually are. She’s at rehearsal or i’d make her confirm :) she’ll probably kick my butt for telling :P

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

YAY I’m happy for you two. :D

[mollyhooperrp]

Oh wow, that's fantastic! Way to go, you guys!

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Holmes help me p,lesa. in trubnk of stopprd car, think near water judgign by foghorns, faint smell cheese. driver said hampton briddge, london. writing with lwft hsnd sorry abiut typos. send help soon been here since approx 10am just managed to reach spare phone in coat pocket. no breakfst. starving. -Vulpes

Already here.  Suspected somebody would try a copycat situation.  First rule: don’t trust the driver. I know about the cheese.  Cover your mouth with a scarf or gloves or something.  Filter your breaths.  

Judging by the fact you haven’t let yourself out of the boot by an interior release mechanism, I know which car you’re in—older model, scuffed, unexceptional.  Not to worry, my foxy friend.  I have a gun and I know how to use it. -SH

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

A repeat? Again?

Jim is getting predictable. There’s something going on.

[mollyhooperrp]

Remember the pips, Sherlock?

Jim had the same set up for each of those crimes as well, with the bombs and phone calls and everything.  And then it culminated with John and the semtex vest and, I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you or anything, but giving the recent developments between the two of you, maybe Moriarty is recreating the same situation.  Maybe it'll end with John again.  It's just a guess, but I want you to be careful.

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg stopped by Mycroft’s house a little while later. Irene was still staying there because she needed her bed-rest, and Lestrade knew that. But…he had to talk to her, and now. He made his way up to the room and knocked softly on the door to the guest bedroom….

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

Greg opened the door and made his way inside the room. “Hello, Miss Adler,” he said. His expression was, admittedly, a little cold. He shut the door behind himself and leaned up against it. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Molly. I could tell that something kind of happened between you two after the whole “mycroft and I” fiasco in the sitting room, and I want to know what.

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

Her blue eyes followed him as he strode across the burgundy carpeting, expression, hopefully, unreadable.

"Is it your business, Detective Inspector?" she said tightly, leaning back against the windowsill behind her. "Do you still feel you have any agreeable connection to Miss Hooper other than a platonic, professional one? Do tell, Lestrade."

[askdetectiveinspectorlestra-blog]

"It is, actually," he said, taking his back off the wall. "While she doesn’t know how I feel about her, she /is/ still my friend, and if someone like /you/ is trying to win her affections, then I should know in case you hurt her."

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

Her mouth nearly dropped open in disbelief, scoffing indignantly.

"Says the man who played with her affections for another’s!" she said, almost laughing in his face. "Oh, don’t worry, Detective. I won’t be using her like she’s nothing!” Her eyes flashed, leaning forwards. “Maybe I’ll be able to instill a bit of a backbone into her, the poor thing.” She stepped forwards, voice still low and deadly. “Maybe I’ll actually care about her like you pretended to.”

[mollyhooperrp]

Molly Hooper was not one to eavesdrop.  At a young age, her mother had told her never to listen in on conversations unless she was prepared to hear something she didn't like.  Molly was never prepared to take that risk, but she found herself outside Irene's room having come to check on her with an argument clearly in full swing behind the closed door nonetheless.  Molly was prepared to leave, to stay out of the conflict, but the moment she heard her name used in the argument, she found herself rooted to the spot.  It would have been as difficult to walk away as it would have been to barge in, she thought, as she stood uncomfortably by the door and listened to two of her friends argue over her well being.

The argument was equal parts heart warming and irritating.  On one hand, either Greg or Irene could've come to her with their concerns.  She was an adult, after all, and fully capable of taking care of herself.  On the other, Molly felt so incredibly loved to have two people angry on her behalf.  Oddly, however, Irene's defense sounded somewhat more appealing to her, and she couldn't help but remember how the woman's hand had felt gently running through her hair.

[mollyhooperrp]

[Text message to Sherlock Holmes]

Hi Sherlock!  From your blog post, it looks like you're thinking about discussing your feelings with John, which is really really great!  I just want to remind you to be patient and understanding and to try to explain yourself as clearly as possible.  It may be a lot for him to take in, so please, try to be gentle.  Best of luck!

MH xx

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

I would worry about advertising his location, but he never visits the same Tescos twice.  His self-preservation instincts go at least that far.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Are you worried about someone hacking into your mobile or something?

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Not at all.  You remember?  Biometrically linked.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Then telling you that I’m at a Tescos shouldn’t have you worried. No one else knows, I’m sure.

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

kingmycroft knows.  His methods could easily be duplicated.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Why does Mycroft know what Tescos I’m at? Doesn’t he have better things to do than watch your ancient flatmate?

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Now I think you’re having me on.  There is no way you’ve gone this long functionally lobotomised without me noticing.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Just because he took me on a date doesn’t mean he’s watching me wherever I go. No one else I’ve dated has done that.

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

I’ve known him my whole life, John.  I’m fairly certain I know how he feels about you, and I know that he only raises the level of surveillance as high as this for people he cares about.

Besides, this isn’t about Mycroft.  This is about how others might know where you are.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

I haven’t been kidnapped yet. It’s all good.

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

Shall I go look for him, Sherlock? I think I’m quite sure which Tesco he’s at the moment…

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

I don’t believe you’ve been cleared to leave bedrest yet, Ms. Adler.  Kindly follow doctors’ orders before you don’t have anything left they can stitch up.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Thank you, Ms Adler, but I am fine. I’m only about ten minutes away from home.

[mollyhooperrp]

Ten minutes from home? Walking or in a cab? I’ll come pick you up if you need it!

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

walking. Didn’t want another cabbie incident. And I’m fine, you guys. Really, why are you all so concerned?

[mollyhooperrp]

Because I've learned that when Sherlock's concerned, everyone else should be concerned too. I just don't question him anymore, you know?

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

I would worry about advertising his location, but he never visits the same Tescos twice.  His self-preservation instincts go at least that far.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Are you worried about someone hacking into your mobile or something?

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Not at all.  You remember?  Biometrically linked.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Then telling you that I’m at a Tescos shouldn’t have you worried. No one else knows, I’m sure.

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

kingmycroft knows.  His methods could easily be duplicated.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Why does Mycroft know what Tescos I’m at? Doesn’t he have better things to do than watch your ancient flatmate?

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Now I think you’re having me on.  There is no way you’ve gone this long functionally lobotomised without me noticing.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Just because he took me on a date doesn’t mean he’s watching me wherever I go. No one else I’ve dated has done that.

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

I’ve known him my whole life, John.  I’m fairly certain I know how he feels about you, and I know that he only raises the level of surveillance as high as this for people he cares about.

Besides, this isn’t about Mycroft.  This is about how others might know where you are.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

I haven’t been kidnapped yet. It’s all good.

[ireneadlerrp-blog]

Shall I go look for him, Sherlock? I think I’m quite sure which Tesco he’s at the moment…

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

I don’t believe you’ve been cleared to leave bedrest yet, Ms. Adler.  Kindly follow doctors’ orders before you don’t have anything left they can stitch up.

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Thank you, Ms Adler, but I am fine. I’m only about ten minutes away from home.

[mollyhooperrp]

Ten minutes from home? Walking or in a cab? I'll come pick you up if you need it!

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[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Hey. It’s me, your “brother,” your Sherlock.

I want you to know that I consider you amazing. I know that doesn’t really mean much—how can it? I’m hundreds of miles away and I’m virtually a stranger. But you are important. You are essential. And the world would be...

[mollyhooperrp]

Bipolar?  Serious, life-altering chronic health condition?  We're in the same boat on both counts, my friend.  I know first hand that highs and lows are exhausting and painful and confusing.  If you ever need to talk with someone, please let me know.  I'm here and I think you're talented and brilliant and I care about you.  To echo Sherlock, my opinion may mean nothing because you hardly know me, but that doesn't mean I feel it any less.

And yeah, I understand what it's like to have your body suddenly stop carrying out some very basic functions and have to alter your life because of it.  It's miserable and I don't know if I can say anything that will make it feel even remotely better, but I will try.  And if there's nothing I can say, I will listen.

I care about you.  I'm one of many people who care about you.  Let me know if you ever need to talk.

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

So, did you want to start an RP with me? :O I dunno who'd start or how we'd start; what do you think?

Next message.  Give me a case, John.  Make it a good one, but something a lay person would know.  :)

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

A case? How about you get a meal or two in you before you go running off to solve another robbery case or whatever?

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Must you always mother-hen me?  Very well.  Do we have any more of that risotto?

[aviculasolaris]

(I can attempt Moriarty. No promises on how good I’d be, though. Let’s just say he’s posting anonymously on Sherlock’s blog.) Sherlock Holmes, Seeing as I basically provide you with a career (and, thus, your only reason to exist), I demand a share of the aforementioned risotto. -M 

[sherlockbbcrp-blog]

Demands are quite revealing. They are the last resort of the socially inept.

Besides, you’re too late. The risotto is gruesomely consumed. We ate it with fava beans and a nice chianti. -SH

[captainjohnwatsonmd]

Also, I’m the one who was cooking, and you’re hardly boosting my career. So no risotto for you.

[mollyhooperrp]

All aboard the selfie train!

(I'm aware the the lighting in my room is weird)

The top is "Molly-mun tries to look cute"

The bottom is "Molly-mun actually makes stupid faces 99% of the time"