#4.28.16

[thefakejeffreyazoff]

Jeffrey on Charlie Walk’s Snapchat 4.28.16

[wshnuw]

The chains that keep us elevated are also strangling us.

Is it worth it to be free from the ground?

[arysquared]

I'm blonde and you hate me. Also I know you well enough to guess why I pissed you off on the first try. Also I apologize for being a douche dick. I love you I'm sorry for jodiendo so much 🙃

[darciemae1121]

I feel like this is the safest place I could be.

D.P., while he was wrapped up in my arms. 😍

[thesetison]

Setlock Recap, 4.28.16

Rachel gave us a picture of some lovely Sherlock art drawn on slate 200.

Arwel teased us with a picture of the flat where they filmed the meeting of the Empty Hearse Club for TEH.

Claire Pritchard (hair/makeup) let us know she wasn’t on set and was instead prepping for s4e2.

James Holmes tweeted that his part in s4e1 is pretty small.

Early in the day, they supposedly filmed a cab ride through London, likely with Ben and Martin involved, but no one seems to have found that location so that is currently unconfirmed.

The second location of the day was Bonnington Square. Mark and Sue were on hand for the filming. Ben, Martin, Amanda, the baby, and two dogs were all on set, and the costumes matched what they were wearing at Borough Market and Trinity Square. The scene is Sherlock and John on the pavement outside the house, Sherlock walks up the steps and knocks on the door, the door opens and the dog comes out, followed by Mary with the baby. They talk, and Mary hands the baby to John, followed by more talking. Sherlock takes the dog, they all cross the street together and walk off down the street. Filming of their walk continued on the other side of the square, but no one was allowed to follow and see what they filmed there for sure. There’s video here, here, and here of some of the scene. (More pics here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6.)

Amanda gave us a picture of a dog’s back, and we got more dog related news--there are three being used for filming, Denver for closeups, and two other [hopefully more cooperative] dogs, Jago and Atticus, for today’s scenes. They also reportedly have footage they shot with a dog cam at some point.

The third and final location for the day was Miles Street Tunnel. The crew painted graffiti of a shark fin on the tunnel wall (and washed it off before they left). Ben, Martin, and Amanda were all on set, and Amanda was wearing the fake belly. There was some confusion over her costume and hair, but Martin and Ben at least appeared to be dressed differently than they were at Bonnington Square. They filmed a scene (scene number 15) with Sherlock in the driver’s seat of a blue Audi, stopped in the tunnel at an angle, and John and Mary in the back seat. (ETA link to pics of the actors here, making this bit now confirmed.) A newborn swaddled in white cloth was reportedly involved in some of the filming (both a fake and a real newborn). After that scene was finished, they also filmed a scene of John riding in a black cab, talking on the phone. (Again, anything here that we don’t explicitly have pics of--the actors involved, etc.--I’m marking unconfirmed, but a huge shoutout and thank you to cupid and stache for all the info about both this and the early filming.)

[anoverly-obsessive-fangirl]

I bought a mouse

[heathenpilots]

tonight: doubt

[cmjaeger]

A Bouncy Abode

The house was perfectly to his liking. The old colonial was just what he was looking for. He had been searching for a house everywhere. Across the state and city wide for a house to call his own. It was everything he was looking for. Enough room for a small family, close enough to his work and an affordable price to his liking. It was nearly time to decide. “So what do you think of it?” the realtor asked. Tom nodded happily as he looked the house through one more time. He was nearly ready to sign the necessary paperwork.

“I love it,” he said, ”It’s everything I was hoping for. It’s perfect. It’s even near a school zone so it’s the safest place I can think of. The realtor smiled perpetually, holding out the clipboard with the paperwork.

“So you’re ready to sign?” she asked. Of course he was. This was the deal of a lifetime. Somehow though, something seemed off. It was too perfect. It was almost too good to be true. He tried to rationalize it in his mind. No. He looked the house top to bottom. He wasn’t missing anything. He thought of something though. He never went into the backyard. He saw it from the dining room window, but he saw nothing more of it. For him it was a bit of extra, but it was still important. He didn’t want any sinkholes forming in his backyard or anything.

“I just want to look in the backyard first,” he said, “I just want everything to be perfect.” The realtor’s happy exterior showed a crack for a moment, but she soon resumed smiling and agreed to his request. They went into the backyard and everything was normal. A small patio, a sizable section of weedless grass and a wooden fence. Though something was still off.

The fence wasn’t entirely uniform. The sides were a regular height, but the back fence was a high, solid white wall that made his future backyard neighbor’s property completely obscured. This was a red flag. Why was this tall fence even here? The thing was kind of an eyesore and it would need to come down once he bought the house. Though, this wasn’t what alarmed him. He could always demolish the wall. You couldn’t demolish a neighbor. He had not looked on the block behind him before he came here.

He crept around to the corner of the property and peered over the side of the solid white wall. What he found was what he could only describe as astonishing. The land behind his own was nothing more but an empty lot. There was no house there at all. However the lot was not completely empty. Instead of an old colonial home like the others on the street, there was something completely unexpected. There, in the front of the lawn, was the hugest bouncy castle Tom had ever laid his eyes upon.

It was not a tiny one that would only pen a few children in for an hour. No. This was a bouncy castle that was as large, if not larger than his own future home. It was big, towering high into the sky with its air-filled spires. It was rainbow colored, the brightest colors Tom had seen in his life. The structure swayed in the breeze gently as Tom realized just what was happening here.

“What is that?” he asked the realtor. She just froze, clutching her clipboard nervously as she thought about what to say.

“Your backyard neighbor lives in a bouncy castle,” she said simply, as if this was just a normal thing normal people do. Tom wondered what this meant for his potential home. Looking back over the fence again, he made sure the colors weren’t too obtrusive and bright. He wondered if he would lose his mind staring at the rainbow monstrosity for the rest of his life. What kind of person would even bear living in something so odd and distracting. He knew he had to meet them. “I’m going over there,” he told the realtor, “I’ll tell you my decision once I make my way over.” The realtor smiled forcefully, holding her clipboard like she was trying to snap it in two. She agreed through gritted teeth and stayed put where she was while Tom walked over. She stomped her high heel forcefully to the concrete in anger. She knew for certain she’d lost the sale. Tom walked around the block, hoping to figure everything out. If someone had told him he’d be talking to someone who lived in a bouncy house, he’d have told them they were crazy. Yet here he was, walking to the residence of bouncy royalty. He had no idea what to say either. What do you say to someone like that? Howdy neighbor! I couldn’t help but notice you live in an amusement park attraction. No. Hello! I’m new in town and looking for insight into the neighborhood. May I bounce in? No. These all seemed absurd. But then again, what about all of this wasn’t?

Finally, he strutted up to the house, passing the inflatable mailbox that was inexplicably spiked into the lawn. Walking past it, he stood at the front door and pondered his next move. His first move had to be to get the home- er- castle-owner’s attention. He tried to knock on the door, but naturally, the thick, padded canvas made no noise as he knocked. Just a swishing sound as the fabric wobbled. Then he looked over to his right, where he found what looked to be an old fashioned bicycle horn thrust into the side.

He honked the horn satisfyingly as the squeak echoed in the walls of the castle. Before long, a young woman answered the door. Tom was expecting some old, middle aged crazy woman to answer, but instead, a girl about his age opened the inflatable door and smiled broadly at him. She scratched her head through frizzled red hair and looked sideways at him.

“What can I do for ya?” she asked cheerily. Tom continued to be dumbfounded and he thought it would never end. Perhaps he was right. He thought a moment. What could she do for him? Well, first off, try explaining all this!

“Hey, my name’s Tom” he greeted generically, “Um, I was just thinking of buying the house behind yours, and I wanted to come and meet you before I- um-”

“You’re making sure I’m not some crazy broad before you buy your house,” she read his mind. She smirked slyly, having figured him out so easily. He pursed his lips defensively as she called him out.

“Well, not- uh- I just-” he stammered, “I’m here to get to know you. Could you blame me for being curious?” She laughed.

“My name’s Abigail,” she introduced herself, “Let me invite you in. We’ll talk for a bit.” Tom was about to step foot inside when she added something more.

“Take your shoes off first though,” she commanded. Of course, Tom thought, why would you ever go into a bouncy castle with your shoes on? What kind of person would do such a thing? Taking off his shoes, he put them into a container outside the door that was familiar to anyone who has ever entered one of these before. He just hoped nobody would steal them. Those kids always stole his sandals when he went into these things.

Throwing caution to the wind, he left his shoes outside and entered the bouncy threshold of the structure. Abigail closed the balloon of a door and turned what seemed to be a kind of latch. He tried to enter dignified and maturely, but the canvas was slick under his feet and he slipped. Abigail laughed at him again as he clumsily tried to get back up. The air filled fabric simply rippled downwards as he tried to prop himself up. It created a divot where he laid and it made getting up a lot harder. He wasn’t used to this. He hadn’t been in one of these things in decades.

“Need a hand?” she asked. Tom nodded up at her and she bounced over to him. When she got nearer to him, she stomped violently about two feet from where his head was and the bouncy floor rocketed him into the air. She gave it enough oomph to set him vertically again and Tom landed on his feet once more.

“Can’t walk in this place in socks or anything like that,” she explained, pinching her stockings as proof, “You’ve got to bounce. No way around it.” Tom agreed. He brushed himself off a bit before taking a look around. He was in some sort of foyer, but everything was some kind of inflatable thing or another. Inflatable plants, inflatable furniture, inflatable stairs, the works. Nearly everything save for one or two things were completely made out of balloonesque canvas.

“So what do you want to ask me?” she started. Tom didn’t know quite where to begin. He took a few moments of contemplation and looking before he even answered.

“Why a bouncy castle? Why live in one of these?” Tom asked innocently. Abigail’s eyes widened at the thought of telling this greenhorn a thing or two about bouncy castles.

“Well first off, it’s totally safe. You just took a big spill there. You’d have given yourself a concussion if this was hardwood or something.” Tom had to agree, but would he have slipped in the first place if the house wasn’t made out of fabric? He had to admit, not having to worry about falling in his old age if he lived here was a plus.

“You can’t be out of shape if you live here either,” she claimed, “When you bounce everywhere, you’re jumping all the time. It burns off so many calories.” Tom thought about the home gym in the colonial he was about to buy. He wouldn’t have needed it if the house had bouncy floors.

“But what about heating and electrical and food and the plumbing, and what if a stick or something punctures the outside? Will the whole house deflate if something pokes it? How does everything stay inflated? Do you have to inflate everything occasionally on your own? How-” Abigail pressed a finger to his lips to shush him.

“It’s not more work than a normal house to maintain. The material is super strong. There are wires and pipes and all that in here. A pump inflates the house. It runs off solar power. Do those answers satisfy?” Tom was not completely sure he was completely satisfied, but he couldn’t deny this didn’t seem as impractical as he once thought.

“I have company over all the time,” she said, “People love it. We have the best parties. We had a wine mixer earlier this week, my friends and I.” Tom liked what he heard about the parties, but something still didn’t make sense to him.

“How do you have any liquid in here? Don’t you spill everything in a bouncy house?” Tom thought he had her, but she just procured a sippy cup with red liquid inside off the inflatable coffee table.

“We drink out of sippy cups,” she said, taking a swig from the oddly shaped container. Alcohol from a child’s cup. How devilish. “So where’s the ball pit?” Tom asked, “This place has to have a ball pit inside.” Abigail scoffed at the idea.

“No, my friend Timothy lives in a ball pit. Now if you want to talk crazy, he’s the guy you want. I don’t know how he gets used to all those plastic spheres getting anywhere.” Tom tried to change the subject back again. His mind could only handle one anomaly at a time.

“And how do you eat? You have a refrigerator, a stove? How does that work if it’s all inflatable?” Tom asked. He was sure this was the thing that would poke a hole in this lifestyle. But Abigail had an answer.

“Not everything is made of inflatable stuff, dude,” she explained, “Some stuff is solid because it has to be. But it all works out! Trust me.”

“So what do you eat for… oh- I don’t know… breakfast?” he asked as an example.

“Oh, you know, cereal, toast and jelly, some grapefruit sometimes. You know...” she implied, “A well-bounced breakfast!” The pun made Tom wince at its awfulness. How long had she been waiting to use that one? He was done.

“Well I think I’m satisfied,” Tom sighed frustratingly. Abigail frowned for the first time since he visited. She saw the look of annoyance on his face and tried to reason with him.

“Wait,” she stopped him as he tried to bounce away, “Look, I’m sorry if you don’t want to live behind me. I know the whole thing is weird. If I scared you off, I apologize. None of my other neighbors want anything to do with me either. They think I’m some sort of nut. At least you came over and talked for a bit to see my side of the story. Too bad you’re not buying the house. It’d be nice to have a neighbor to talk to.” Tom turned around.

“Oh, I’m buying the house,” he assured her, “After what I’ve seen here today there’s no way I’m living anywhere else.“ she smiled.

“And I’m going to take that wall down behind the house,” he said, “No need for that ugly thing blocking my view of the best house on the block.”

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” she greeted warmly. This was the beginning of a beautiful bouncy friendship.