SHERlocked discussion

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There are no cases! Well, no interesting ones, anyway, so Sherlock has gone to Scotland Yard police station to see if Lestrade has anything for him, but then he runs into Anderson, who, though he hates, provides a good boredom reliever. For a couple of minutes anyway.

*pulls out gun and shots the wall*

Shoots.

((Sinda, please go on the Roleplay Characters discussion so you can choose which character you'd like to be.))

Anderson: I can take you to see my dinosaur friends! *completely unaware of how bored Sherlock is*

Sherlock: Your DINOSAUR friends? Tell me, Anderson. Have there been any murders lately? Because there's about to be!

Who, may I ask? NOT MY DINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! NO!!!

((I'm changing the name of this discussion because there is no way Sherlock would be having a conversation with anyone whilst Anderson was in his flat))

No, Anderson, not those charming imaginary friends of yours. I mean you. It's so tiring talking to the extremely dim-witted.

Anderson: What do you mean me?!

((Btw, you are really good at Lestrade :D))

Sherlock: I suppose so, if it's all you've got. What do you know about it?

Anderson: Dinosaurs???

((Jess, I know that it is vair funny, but you seriously need to lay off the dinosaurs. Not everybody will get it, and we DO need some REAL Anderson as well as internet Anderson.)

(okay)

(I know all the things that I'll say now, I searched Google. Gtg, we're going to the party. )

((Ok. When @laura comments back, I will attempt a high-speed deduction thing anout the case))

((I seriously can't think of anything that could be in the suitcase))

((This is getting to be very Greek. Maybe it could be like the BBC adaption of "The Greek Interprete," though i'ts most probably a way different storyline))

"Goat's blood. I imagine the cheese would be feta - traditionally made with goat's milk. As for the dagger, it's Greek. The design is one that's often associated with Ancient Greece. The case is brand new, which means it was bought especially for this. I suspect that he left it there to be picked up by someone, and that person was somehow stopped from getting it, so it was left there. The question is, who is it for?

Anderson: What makes you think that they left it for someone? Maybe they wanted to shove it in front of our faces. For rache. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

(Just watched the Erin Simpson Show and Mike made a Greek salad. It's actually traditional to use sheeps milk in feta. Ha!)

Sherlock: I am certainly not thinking what Anderson is thinking. I'll take it home with me and have a look. What's this "real work?" any murders?

Hehe Sherlock Holmes, he doesn't TRUST you.

Sherlock: "Lestrade! I refuse to work with Anders-"
*His phone rings, and looking at the caller ID, he sees it's John*
"No need, Anderson. It's John. I have to take this call."

Hmmmph

Sherlock: Hello? John? What is it?

Watson: Sherlock? Sherlock? Can you hear me?

Sherlock: Yes...

Watson:I'm stuck in a basement. That old man with the dog fighting ring has kidnapped me but did not find in necessary to search me. Luckily I still had my phone on me.

Sherlock: And I suppose you'd like me to come and get you? What's the address? Sorry Lestrade, Anderson, but my colleague has got himself stuck in a basement. Goodbye.

Watson: I fear I know not what the address is. I was caught unawares. I can tell you that there is a lovely smell of baked goods in the air. And the faintest hint of cinnamon. I can also hear dogs barking rather incessantly outside.

Sherlock: *Does that mind-map thing he does in "A Study In Pink*
"Primrtose Bakery, Gloucester Avenue. There's an abandoned warehouse nearby, which is perfect for a dog-fighting ring."
*Sherlock goes outside and hails a cab, gives the driver the address, and pays in advance as he knows what the fare will be.*

*sitting back, smiling, wishing for a cinnamon bun.*

Sherlock gets out of the cab and approaches the warehouse, but with illegal dog-fighting going on, they're not just going to let anyone in. Two men ask him what his business is.
"A mate told me about a dog of his earlier, just coming to watch its fight. Pretty sure it's going to win," replied Sherlock, tapping his pocket which has, a roll of money in it. He takes it out and shows them.
"Alright," grunts one of the men. Sherlock runs inside, where it is dark, loud and smelly. Dogs bark and whine. Then he hears a shout.
"Sherlock!"
"John." Sherlock runs to John and unties him, then they run out together.
"Hey! I thought you said you were betting on a dog!" shouts one of the men angrily.
"Oh, not really. Do I look like the sort of person who frequents places like THIS?" says Sherlock, gesturing to the grotty building. The men try to drag them back inside, but Sherlock fights one off, and threatens the other with a gun. Once they're safely inside a cab, Sherlock calls Scotland Yard.
"Anderson, why are you answering the phone? Well where's she gone? Lunch break? And she left YOU in charge? Well, send Lestrade. 67 Gloucester Avenue, an abandoned warehouse. Dog fighting ring. Yes of course it's illegal, Anderson." There is a distant sound of an angry woman's voice, then the receptionist, Jillian, comes on the phone.
"Hello? Oh, sorry, Anderson just thought it might be fun to answer the phone. At least it was-"
Sherlock cuts her off.
"Did you enjoy your lunch break with Sgt. Mark?"
"How did you POSSIBLY know that?"
"Is the food at Primrose Bakery nice?"
"Shut up, Sherlock."
"Your car needs a new registration."
The phone goes dead.

Watson: Well that was clever Sherlock. Tick of our only back up. Let's hope she actually listens to Anderson when he tells her about the warehouse. Now what say you about a stop at the bakery?

Sherlock: Why not? And you know that Jillian and I don't get on.
*Sherlock gets out of the taxi, much to the displeasure of the driver.*

*phone rings* Anderson: I've been sent down to the dog fighting place along with a few others. Sherlock, be there soon.

Watson: Well that's a shocker. Least I get to have that bun while we wait
(yes - yes I am obsessed I know but I have been craving one for aaaages. Damned diet

Sherlock: uh, bye, Anderson. *puts down the phone* Well, as long as you get your cinnamon bun. Come on.

((I don't really like cinnamon buns any more. In year 7, our school cafe was selling these really good ones, and they were even better if you microwaved them, so I ate way too many. Enough for a lifetime.))

(Cinnamon buns? Are they just like hot cross buns?)

(No!!!! they normally have some yum yum icing sugar on them. like covered in it. but yeah i guess its KINDA like hot cross buns)

Yum, I lurrrrrve hot cross buns, but only really fresh ones within 2 days from the bakery and heated up in the microwave with butter :) YUM

Yeah, microwaved hot cross buns are yummyyumyumyum. I haven't had them with icing sugar on.

((Haha they are really fresh if they are two days old? and what happened to the role play??))

(lol, we are waaaaaay to distracted by food. We're up to the part when Sherlock and John are going to get cinnamon buns)

(we need more people doing this roleplay)

(where is dear Hannah??)
Watson: *watching as Anderson arrives with back up to lock up all the meany men who hurt the dogs* You know Sherlock life with you never has a dull moment. If you had just taken the Dog fighting ring case I would never have been kidnapped. So what's next?

(I'm a part of this as Moriarty, but I haven't had a chance to do something Moriarty-related.)

(why ever not Sinda? Just jump in. The evil villian doesn't wait for his invite. He invites himself!)

(I'll keep that in mind.)

(Lol. Hannah hasn't been on Goodreads for ages because she's been so busy. We've created a few new pages on every discussion, and it's only us three discussing! That must be a record).

(Em, you should totes do something evil now, or else the whole roleplay will be lost. I have nothing to say).