Case File 006: text. petulant, petulant text. forward dated to the afternoon.

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[Well someone is at home sulking up a storm.]

Considering the rash of port-outs over the last few weeks, as we have endlessly been reminded of, I am interested in collecting any hard data that you happen to have on them. Therefore, name, approximate date and time of port out, relationship with poster, etc. Please also include whether or not you, or the person ported, have had any extra dealings with the Porter.


I am taking cases again. My new office is here: [the address of his house]. Interesting cases only.


To those that were sending case inquiries to my colleague John Watson: it will be necessary to forward them directly to me for the foreseeable future.

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[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock turned his head at the beep, watching Ghost for a moment before walking over to see the computer screen. He stopped, reading it from behind ghost as he worked, the violin at his side and the bow tapping his leg as he read.

After a long moment the bow came up, the wood side coming to rest on Ghost's shoulder.]

Enough. That's... enough.


Thank you.

[hacktivist]

[the physical contact seemed to take him away from the connection to the machine, he drew his hand away from it, and the computer switched off.]

Yes.

[trying to interpret and evaluate what the appropriate action now should be, weirdly calm] Would you like to be alone?

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[He walked back to the window. Raised the bow to the string. But he didn't play, not yet.]

But you may stay, if you wish.

[hacktivist]

An interesting emotional test... [it takes him a moment, but he slips down from the desk and then floats to the door, calling back] Goodbye, Mr. Holmes.

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[And a sad, slow song followed him out.]