001 \\ Sherlock Holmes \\ [Video]

[could_be_dangerous]

[The feed, when it flicks on, doesn't show a face. Instead, a hand, pale and long-fingered, and in it, held almost delicately by the edge, is a photograph. A small square thing, it shows a dark photograph of a bedroom, the edges darker than the centre in the distinctive fashion of photographs taken by a pinhole camera. It seems that the device which took the photo was aimed across the room at one of the surveillance cameras. The most notable feature of the photograph isn't the bedroom or the camera but the white blur that crosses the image, most opaque in the vicinity of the camera itself. The hand holding the photograph brings it closer, lets the communicator's camera travel slowly over it, and then comes the voice, little more than a murmur.]

Only a few minutes' exposure. Twice in as many days; our friends are getting sloppy.

[There's a pause, a slight and apparently unintentional shift in the image, and a rustling of fabric before the voice cuts in again, still soft, rough, and weary.]

So well done. Carry on being a handful.

Comments

[onteamdyson]

Fluffy! You're alive! What... are you doing? Who's sloppy? Those dudes from that video?!

If this is sloppy, I don't even want to know what kind of a hot mess that whole kidnapping thing was.

[could_be_dangerous]

[Audio; Private]

Criminally negligent. Good for us though.

[Really, he ought to just leave it at that, but instead he sighs.]

I'm alive. And watching.

[What else?]

[onteamdyson]

[Private forever!]

Because that's not creepy.

Sorry about the lack of lunch delivery. Not exactly in a hurry to get devoured by vicious fuzzballs. You holding up okay?

[could_be_dangerous]

Mm, perhaps, but someone has to.

There's food here, incidentally; why would I need you to bring it to me?

[onteamdyson]

For the bonding experience, obvi. Food, good company, a reason to not be a total hermit in your lame attic of lameness.

[could_be_dangerous]

Whose company is good, of the two of us, exactly? I'll own that mine is likely magnificent, if nothing else edifying, but yours I'd not describe in quite that way, myself.

Regardless your efforts are for naught; large, hungry beasts outweighs nitwit who thinks brains are in biceps, I'm afraid. As, to be entirely honest, does nearly everything else, but that's my most immediate excuse.

[onteamdyson]

Excuse you, my company is awesome. You should consider yourself freakin' blessed that I even make time to hang out with you. I brighten up your damn day!

[Fluffypls.] Did you just call me a nitwit? I hope not, because you don't want me to royally beat you down next time I visit.

[could_be_dangerous]

I did, and I have before, and no doubt I shall again. Perhaps I'll stop once you've become remotely intimidating. It's far too much to hope that you'll stop deserving it.

[onteamdyson]

I'm intimidating! I'm totally intimidating. People are totally scared of me. I'm badass as all hell, okay?

[At least when she's holding a weapon, but that really only scares people because they're not sure if she actually knows how to use it.]

How did you make that thing, anyway? The camera.

[could_be_dangerous]

Old food tin and a bit of cardboard, mostly.

As for your being badass, I will own that the two morphological components of that word apply to you individually... only when you use them in conjunction I fear you may be stretching.

[onteamdyson]

It's like you're actively trying to destroy any potential friendship that could possibly exist with anyone ever. Wow. Come on, Fluffy! You should know by now that you're not gonna get rid of me that easily.

[could_be_dangerous]

I already have a friend. I neither need nor desire more.

[So yes: after a fashion, he is.]

[onteamdyson]

Oh yeah? Where is the lucky bastard? Because all you got right here is these freaky people and me. Fine, I'm not your friend, but you're one of mine whether you like it or not. Deal with it!

[could_be_dangerous]

Elsewhere. Currently.

[Luckily? For John, probably. For Sherlock, not so much.]

Still my friend.

[And that's absolutely the end of it, thanks much.]

[onteamdyson]

Whatevs. We have a lunch date when these fuzzy, sharp-toothed, adora-puppies finally decide to take a hike.