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[agxntvanpelt-blog]

          "Ow--! O-okay! Okay, yeah-- You're right. It's probably sprained or something."

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

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"You are breathing down my neck, for what reason? I am well aware the crossword puzzle is infamous around these parts, yet stand away. Stand. Away." One of the few reasons why lingering in an establishment of coffees and pastries did not aid her. "I hold no trouble splashing you with the hot beverage."

[fallofanavenger-blog]

[text][accidentalish] Did you get them or am I going to have to phone Sherlock again?

[SMS - Watson] Dr. Watson. So good to hear from you. You should probably give Sherlock a call. -PC

[staroftamaran-blog]

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"Greetings! Could you please direct me to the place of clubbing? I have regrettably become separated from my friends and I believe they were going to the 'new kicking hang out'."

"...Though, I do not understand why you would want to be kicked while dancing. It does not sound pleasurable."

[xnevermindus]

✦ Earth

( ooc : sorry this took so terribly long! ; I’ve only seen one episode of Sherlock ever, so I hope the attire is character - appropriate …I swear he’s got bare feet for the seismic sense and not for Hobbit reasonno okay I’m lying. 

[octoberinminnesota]

Oh. Uh. *kisses on hand* Pass it on by kissing the first ten people on your dash.

Go woo someone else, Watson, I'm taken.

[thewhippinghand]

There and Back Again // Irene and John

Hello there love. My name is Irene Adler, but you may call me The Woman. I'm here to answer your...

She hadn't been used to running around so much. But the moment she'd returned to London she'd been doing more than she imagined she could. Her work had taken an indefinite pause, and she found herself wanting to get back into the craft that made her name, and aside from that she'd been trying to reconnect with Lana. She'd made plans to see Sherlock as well, to visit him and Dr. Watson and meet the little girl that they had apparently taken in, but she never imagined that it would be anything like this.

She saw him there, outside of the hospital on a stretcher, and her mind immediately panicked. There was no denying that it was him, she'd know that face, those cheekbones, anywhere. She thought to call John, since if he wasn't with the detective at the moment he most likely wouldn't know, but she remembered she'd left her phone at Lana's cafe, having intended to return and spend the day there with the woman.

Catching the first cab she could, she rushed over to Baker Street, paid the driver and stepped quickly over to the door, knocking loud enough for it to seem urgent.