TEXT | SHERLOCK | CASE OO1

[consulting]

BORED!
Give me work. Give me problems.
My mind rebels against this stagnation.
Give me a puzzle. Or mystery.
Either will do.
Just. Give. Me. Something. To. Solve. Tranquility.
I need the mental stimulation before I result
to drinking the liquid from the grav pouches.

SH.


[ You get another text really shortly after the last one. ]


I would kill everyone of you for a cigarette. SH

Comments

[consulting]

[ Ah well fuck. You've seen that. ]


Alright. Down to business then.
How many do you have on you?
Because that other girl was down to five.
SH

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[ Lucky for you, Sherlock, Mouse doesn't actually need to smoke. So he's not attached to his cigarettes. He's just a brat. ]

[consulting]

Then you ought to have less of an issue parting with them.
Hmm.

Would you want a blackberry for two of them?
SH

1/2

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[ Mouse makes a face at his phone. ]

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[ Though there is one thing Mouse wants. Pretty much more than he wants anything else. ]

[consulting]

[ Hmm. He could rob Strider. Teenagers were fond of Hoodies, were they not. ]


I'll take it under advisement.
The offer still stands.
Remember, you don't need signal
to play word mole.
SH

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[ Quite. And Mouse has nothing against red. Blue would just earn Sherlock another cigarette. ]



[ Then. Later. ]

[consulting]

Wordmole is yours.
For a cig and a half.
SH

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[ Well. He is bored. ]

[consulting]

Oxygen Garden in a few.
Bring other things to barter.
SH

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[consulting]

Sherlock Holmes