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tweedandtinsel2011-01-28 04:44 pm
oxfordtweed) wrote in tweedandtinsel2011-01-28 04:44 pm
Disconnected
Fandom: Sherlock
Character/s: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summary: Another prompt fill. Sherlock finds another way to waste time.
Notes/Warnings: Just a bit of crack.
Disconnected
Stranger: 15/f
You: No.
Stranger: ?
You: I’m not an idiot, whereas you clearly are.
Stranger: thats kinda mean
You: You’re either below the age of consent and using the internet to proposition people who are likely to be well over the age of consent, or – more likely – you’re neither fifteen years old nor female, and get some sort of rise out of pretending to be. Probably single, recently so, because your partner suspected something was ‘off’ and left you. You’re likely in denial about your own homosexuality, but pretending to be a young girl on the internet allows you to explore aspects of your own sexuality which you would otherwise be too ashamed of to even consider.
Stranger has disconnected
Stranger: THUNDER!
You: Flash. 4chan. Boring. Next.
You have disconnected
Stranger: 14/f
You: Oh, for Christ’s sake.
You have disconnected
Stranger: Aren’t you going to say anything? It’s been two minutes.
You: I don’t like to make the first move. Though, nor do you, it would seem.
Stranger: ‘First move’ makes this sound like a game.
You: Isn’t it? It’s a pointless and vaguely interesting way of passing time. Sounds like every other game out there.
Stranger: Cluedo can be rather fun.
You: No. It can’t. Anyone who thinks that has clearly never solved a real mystery.
Stranger: Sure they have. Everyone has to deal with the mystery of the missing house keys, or the baffling puzzle of the mismatched socks after laundry day.
You: Only an idiot can’t remember where they put their keys every day. A coat pocket or a bowl on the table usually works quite nicely for those with limited memory capacities.
Stranger: You don’t seem to think very highly of your fellow man.
You: No, I still say walrus. Fat, hateful walrus.
Stranger: Will we be seeing you at dinner on Saturday?
You: Shouldn’t you be messing with the economy of Norway or something right now?
Stranger: I’ll make sure to have two extra places set at the table.
You have disconnected
Character/s: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summary: Another prompt fill. Sherlock finds another way to waste time.
Notes/Warnings: Just a bit of crack.
Disconnected
Stranger: 15/f
You: No.
Stranger: ?
You: I’m not an idiot, whereas you clearly are.
Stranger: thats kinda mean
You: You’re either below the age of consent and using the internet to proposition people who are likely to be well over the age of consent, or – more likely – you’re neither fifteen years old nor female, and get some sort of rise out of pretending to be. Probably single, recently so, because your partner suspected something was ‘off’ and left you. You’re likely in denial about your own homosexuality, but pretending to be a young girl on the internet allows you to explore aspects of your own sexuality which you would otherwise be too ashamed of to even consider.
Stranger has disconnected
Stranger: THUNDER!
You: Flash. 4chan. Boring. Next.
You have disconnected
Stranger: 14/f
You: Oh, for Christ’s sake.
You have disconnected
Stranger: Aren’t you going to say anything? It’s been two minutes.
You: I don’t like to make the first move. Though, nor do you, it would seem.
Stranger: ‘First move’ makes this sound like a game.
You: Isn’t it? It’s a pointless and vaguely interesting way of passing time. Sounds like every other game out there.
Stranger: Cluedo can be rather fun.
You: No. It can’t. Anyone who thinks that has clearly never solved a real mystery.
Stranger: Sure they have. Everyone has to deal with the mystery of the missing house keys, or the baffling puzzle of the mismatched socks after laundry day.
You: Only an idiot can’t remember where they put their keys every day. A coat pocket or a bowl on the table usually works quite nicely for those with limited memory capacities.
Stranger: You don’t seem to think very highly of your fellow man.
You: No, I still say walrus. Fat, hateful walrus.
Stranger: Will we be seeing you at dinner on Saturday?
You: Shouldn’t you be messing with the economy of Norway or something right now?
Stranger: I’ll make sure to have two extra places set at the table.
You have disconnected
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This reminds me of a fic I read once where Sherlock and John were trying to hook up with each other over the internet without knowing it was each other. It was hilarious. Don't suppose anyone has a link to that? :P
Great job, though!
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Thanks, though!
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You write the most delightful stories and such delicious crack. I just get the biggest smile on my face everytime I see you've posted something, and not even because your com name compliments my username so well.
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And, I must ask. Is that the TARDIS materialising in front of Serenity?
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Oh, Sherlock, don't ever change!
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Well enough about me...this is a nice ficlet! I enjoyed it.