IC Voicemail - Texts Enabled [Box Only]

[consulting_freak]

You have reached the mobile phone of Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective. If you're calling about a case - interesting ones only - then please leave your contact information after the tone, otherwise goodbye.

Beep.

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2|19|14 // Box

[backs]

New details on the murder suspect, at least the one involving my deputy.

[backs]

The attacker had Military or police training, or was a skilled criminal. They attacked Peter in his home, broke in and snuck up on him before he realized anyone was there. He was able to overpower Peter enough to kill him before he could get a good look. The attacker didn't waste time.

[backs]

According to my deputy we're looking for a tall man, blond, at least a slight to moderate muscular build. Someone who knew where Peter lived and that he part of the SPD.

[backs]

He had a message for me, apparently. Apparently he thinks I don't deserve to be sheriff. He couldn't recall anything specific about the man's voice. only that it was male.

2|28|14 // Box

[backs]

Possible copycat serial killer.

A new website has popped up on the network.

forwarded text

[glassesbrat]

[ All the message is is a forwarded address with one word tacked on. ]

Body.

[consulting_freak]

On my way.
SH

text | aug 17th

[iambetter]

Location?

[consulting_freak]

Pharmacy.

[A few moments later:]

Why?

Text

[ghostboy]

hey sherlock, i caught a ghost and got an ectoplasm sample.

when do you want me to bring them over?

Text

[consulting_freak]

Tomorrow morning. 8-9?

[Sherlock would just go to the lab now if he still lived next door to it. Oh well.]

( text )

[acclimatize]

You really do think I'm your maid, don't you?

( text )

[consulting_freak]

If you were my maid, I'd have fired you by now.

urgent text.

[glassesbrat]

Help. I only have twenty minutes and I need advice.

text.

[consulting_freak]

You've got 2 minutes to explain the situation.

[Sherlock can only spend so long in the toilet before John starts asking unpleasant questions.]

text. locked. 10.16

[mei_tantei]

I need advice.

[perma locked text]

[consulting_freak]

Is it Loki again?

(text) /box

[chaostic]

Bruce Banner is a dead end for the project. Do you know anyone who has knowledge of alien technology?

(text)

[consulting_freak]

I assume this project is why you needed Wendy Lin's number?

Most of them are on the memory board. I do know a couple aliens and I could see where they stand on technology. If you'd be so kind as to explain what your project involves.

[Sherlock's not distracted this time.]

[ action - evening of 24th ]

[acclimatize]

[ John had told Khan that he might be back -- depending on how things went with Sherlock. He took Agatha out for her nightly walk and made it all the way to their house. He hadn't bothered with texting. He wanted to see if Sherlock was even still at their house or if he had taken up residence at his lab.

He braces himself before opening the door, feeling a lump in his throat as he sees the clean living room. He lets Agatha's leash go as she starts pulling and barking to get to her ball over by the sofa. ]

[ action - evening of 24th ]

[consulting_freak]

[Most of the lights are off, so it's obvious which room Sherlock's in. It's one of the ones in the back where he keeps his books and papers. The living room might be clean and the kitchen passably so, but the same can't be said for the 'office'. There's papers scattered everywhere. Pages ripped out of his journals and set around on the floor. Some items circled in thick, black lines that overlap. In a different part of the room, there's a few pages of drawings. Diagrams or blueprints of some sort.


Upon hearing the front door, Sherlock reaches instinctively for his gun. He only lowers his hand when he hears the sound of Agatha's feet on the ground. John. He's still feeling raw about everything, but he's the one that made the decision that they'd have to do this face to face.

He sets his papers down and goes to the door. For the most part, he looks well enough. It's only been three days. His clothes are a bit crinkled and it might be obvious that if he's been sleeping, it hasn't been well.

He stays in the corridor, taking the time to look John over to see what he can deduce.]

11.03 | Picture Text!

[secretmakes_a]

[ Shortly after dark Holmes receive a message but rather than a text it's just a picture of a pitch black card with the words 'London Dry' written in bright red lipstick and signed -Abigail Spencer with a lipstick kiss mark to complete it. ]

[ If he figures out what the message means in time then he'll leave the line open to respond for a hour. Once that's up she'll be disposing of the phone. Can never be too careful. ]

[private]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock recognises the name, but he'd been under the impression she'd turned up on the Memory Board. The meaning of the message itself is transparent, but what's less so is the reason behind it. A warning, perhaps?]

You're back. With a friend, it seems. But why would you be telling me that?

text; | locked | 11.8

[glassesbrat]

You don't have to look anymore.

[consulting_freak]

So that's him. He's going by Kurosawa now.

Text

[ghostboy]

do you have any idea why conan's shouting at people over texting people on the network? because i just got yelled at, and i can barely hear in that ear now.

Text - Private

[consulting_freak]

Bad news from home, I'm afraid. Best not get involved.

(Backdated to Nov 17th)

[ghostboy]

just as a kind of random survey thing, but have you noticed anything weird with your food lately?

*'Random' or not, there's been no signs of life from this kid or his phone number all week.*

[consulting_freak]

No. I've run some blood tests on John, myself, and Saya Takagi (she's not showing any of the symptoms most people are). It doesn't look like the cause of all of this is chemical.

Last I heard, Newt thought it had something to do with the sirens.

[Sorry, Danny. Sherlock's been a bit AWOL from keeping tabs on people since the 11th.]

[secretmakes_a]

[ Due to the fact that she's unaware of the fact Sherlock is currently taking a dirt nap, he'll find a text from an unknown number waiting for him when he gets back. ]

You're about to have a big problem.

-V

27 Nov

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock sees the text when he wakes up from said dirt nap, but he's in no condition to answer it until over a day later.]

What sort of problem?

[He has to wonder if it has anything to do with those chips being dug out of people's brains or if it's Gin.]

The 20th | A neatly wrapped package outside your door...

[electedofficial]

[Wrapped in shining paper with iridescent ribbons, the package is both unassuming and suspiciously neat considering the wear and tear creeping in around the edges of Verdance Bluffs. Folded inside a small gold envelope is a type written note:]

NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD
GOD IS IN CONTROL
YES, THEY CAME WITH A REPORT ONE DAY
BUT GOD HAS THE LAST SAY

[Inside, Sherlock will find a small leather bound ledger. Inside that, he will find notes. Numbers. Seemingly random in nature, but patterns certainly exist. Counting off numbers per day, per week, rounded off per month... numbers about him. Number of trips to the rest room, numbers of meals, numbers of blinks.

And numbers counting far less savory things.

All of it neatly written and kept track of, carefully outlined without fuss or added detail. On the last page, Sherlock will find a handwritten note:]

We have eyes everywhere, Mr. Holmes.
- TM

(No response necessary)

[consulting_freak]

[Once Sherlock works out what this ledger is and sees that handwritten note, he has one thing to say about it. With a black ballpoint pen, he carefully crosses out the name 'Holmes' and writes 'Watson' above it, then he lifts the book and shows it off to every corner of the room with only one irritable verbal complaint:]

For all your details, you got something wrong.

March 18th ( video )

[acclimatize]

[ The feed starts suddenly and in a very white, bright room, showing a young man at an easel. John's voice can be heard, as is the young man's and then Psii's. It barely last a minute before it's shut off. ]

March 18th ( audio )

[acclimatize]

[ There won't be any video this time. Just the sound of voices, John's among them, slightly muffled from the phone being in his pocket.

John isn't sure how long he will have his phone or what will happen to him but he needs to have more witnesses to this. He's not foolish enough to think he'll remember any of this if they send him back. ]

March 25th (text) late night

[acclimatize]

Where are you?

[consulting_freak]

[The response comes just a few seconds after John sends his message.]

The flat. Where are you?

[He's already starting to grab everything he needs to get to the hearse. Cane. A bottle of water in his pocket. A hand-rolled joint. Things like that.]

June 19th

[acclimatize]

[ It's on the day of the stop they were promised that John texts Sherlock, as soon as he hears the train's brakes start, ]

I'll come to you.

[consulting_freak]

Everyone's packing up and getting ready to leave. I haven't made much of an impact with the other passengers, so no one will notice me staying behind to tend to the pets.

[It makes more sense to wait for John in this carriage, though. Sherlock has no idea which side of the train John's on.]

June 29th

[acclimatize]

Well. At least there are beds in mine, this time.

[ Just no Sherlock to share one with. ]

[consulting_freak]

My carriage is filthy and the only place I can have to myself is the toilet.

Can I come to yours instead?