Telepathic IC 'Inbox' and Messenger Bird Reception

[greatestdefective]

[Catch-all post for one-on-one messages that need to be delivered directly to Sherlock, either through the amulets or with a messenger bird. Meeting in person is also an option!]

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7/30

[ryuwrighthistory]

[Things have been quiet inside the Bakerstreet home, except for the occasional kitten noises. All of the sudden, there came the sound of something or someone hitting the floor in the hallway. The crystallization had finally lifted from Naruhodou and he had found himself underneath someone's coat.

Unaware of the shift in time, he was mostly confused as to why he had someone's coat on himself. It wasn't raining today or anything. He gets up from the floor and examines coat and hat. It definitely belonged to Holmes.] When did he...

[He looks around the first floor to see if Holmes was home. He'll notice that it was dark outside one of the windows...which didn't make sense. How did it become dark all of the sudden? Something...something didn't feel right, but he wasn't sure what exactly. He'll continue to puzzle over this while searching the house, noticing a few things have changed here and there along the way to Holmes' room.]

Holmes-san...? [He knocks on his door, waiting to hear an answer from him. He doesn't hear anything other then the sound of the kittens meowing on the other side. He must not be home. The door had been left unlocked so he decides to enter just so he could leave his things inside. He's met with a few kittens greeting him at the door and few others sitting on a strange lump further inside on the floor.....wait a minute. Naruhodou immediately drops Sherlock's coat and hat and rushes over to the lump that turned out to be Sherlock Holmes himself.]

Holmes-san...?! [The man was laying facedown on the floor. He was still warm to the touch as he attempts to turn the man over.] Holmes-san, wake up! [Why does he keep finding Holmes in these troubling situations?]

[greatestdefective]

[The first thing that happens when Ryuu turns the man over is that the windows slowly begin to frost over. A chill falls over the room. A bit of fog seems to rain down from the ceiling, only to amass on the floor instead. The kittens all crowd around Sherlock's body, attempting to curl up against his chest.]

Nnnhhh... Just five more minutes, Mr. Naruhodou... No, fifteen... [With that, Sherlock attempts to roll himself back onto his face.]

9/27

[guitarosecutor]

[With his own performance coming up soon, Klavier is uncharacteristically snappish and irritable -- at least, uncharacteristic to anyone who's only ever seen the laid-back prosecutor and not the perfectionist musician. The best way out, he figures, is to get some jamming done. Write something new, something he doesn't expect to be perfect.]

[A quick mental message to Sherlock, and he's taking the man up on a standing offer. Which means showing up at his place, looking as if he'd just rolled out of bed, with his guitar case lazily slung over a shoulder.]

[greatestdefective]

[Temperamental musician, meet temperamental musician. Sherlock's still a bit disgruntled that the kittens are gone, even if it's been a few weeks now. All the more reason to channel his emotions into creativity, he figures, but that doesn't mean everything's immediately fixed.

When he answers the door, he gives off an air of distraction more than anything else. Much like Klavier, he looks like he's only just gotten up, dressed in more casual attire and his hair a bit of a mess.]

Mr. Gavin... Good afternoon.

11/04 Text

[ryuwrighthistory]

Holmes-san, what do you make of this message?

*****SURPRISE beautiful person!!!!!***** Its a beautiful day! Send dis to 5 beautiful friends within 5 minutes or you will be cursed with ugliness forever!!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

And I'm sorry. I had to follow the instructions or else something bad happens.

11/04 Text

[greatestdefective]

[...

.....!!!]

MR. NARUHODOU! ARE YOU THREATENING ME WITH THE CURSE OF UGLINESS?! HOW COULD YOU?! [Yes, he sent this message back in all caps. He is just that mad.]

Backdated Nov. 19th

[ryuwrighthistory]

[Shower, this was all Naruhodou was thinking of doing the moment he got back home. The events at the Harvest Festival has left him in a mess, covered in pumpkin bits and mash potatoes. So he's ready to get out of these dirty clothes and have a hot shower.

Once he's home, he barely pays attention to his surroundings, immediately heading upstairs to get a change of clothes. He leaves his jacket in his room, revealing his stained dress shirt underneath as he descends to the second floor, where the nearest bathroom was. He let's out the longest sigh, as he precedes to open the bathroom door, looking forward to having some quiet time to himself....]

[greatestdefective]

[Quiet time to himself? In the Verens location of the Baker Street house? Never! Sherlock heard that door open and comes sprinting down the hallway to stop Naruhodou from entering the bathroom.]

Aaah wait! Waitwaitwait! Don't use the sink!

[What's wrong with the sink, you ask? Why, it has been plugged up and something is soaking inside it. It appears to be some sort of fabric and the water that it's soaking in is a bright green color.]

Telepathy 1/27

[letteropener]

Good morning, Sherlock Holmes -- may I trouble you for a minute of your time? This is Princess Celestia, and I am contacting you in the course of my duties as an otherworlder representative.

[Celestia's mental contact is warm and comforting, like a spring day beneath the grass. Her image follows shortly after her voice, presenting the view of a smiling pony.]

[greatestdefective]

[...Well, that's new. Sherlock only needs about a second or two to get over the fact that he's being mentally approached by a talking pony, then his mind moves on to bigger matters. Otherworlder representative... Now that sounds promising.]

And good morning to you, Your Highness. [He's meeting a lot of animal royalty nowadays, come to think of it. Ah-] Are you in need of my services? If so, I will be happy to oblige. Please, ask me anything!

[messenger bird/early April]

[staredown]

[After delivering Naruhodo's letter, Abi's bird goes looking for a place to leave Sherlock's. It wouldn't be fair to leave him out... He did play an important part in the investigation, after all.]

To Sherlock Holmes, with all due respect. [Abi does not stop writing long enough to quantify exactly how much respect is due, hoping Sherlock will fill in an amount that pleases him.] With your assistance, the late legal proceedings went smoothly and my own liberty was assured. It is to be lamented that this will not go down as one of your great adventures without your novelist friend here to spin the tale, [and oh, what a tale that would be] but it is my solemn belief that this will not stop you at all.

With the sincere hope that this missive finds you well,

Blue Dragon Abi

[Similarly to Naruhodo and Maya, Abi enclosed a packet of tea for Sherlock. He received twice as much as the brain-stimulating tea that Naruhodo did.]

[greatestdefective]

[Why yes, Sherlock did fill in the amount of due respect on his own initiative. He's quite pleased with the results. Once he's had a cup of that tea, he sends a messenger bird right back to Abi.]

To Abi of the Blue Dragons,

Indeed, the missive has found me well. It would seem that I am famous even among those of a certain avian variety!*

No need for thanks! A detective lives to solve mysteries, nothing more. Without such a goal, they would host a truly miserable existence. It is true that the absence of my assistant is a prominent one. However, adventures need not find their way to paper in order to receive the definition of adventures. The tale of what has transpired shall be told throughout this city- nay, this world regardless.

I trust you are enjoying your freedom just as much as I am enjoying the tea.**

Kind regards,
Sherlock Holmes


* : I was joking, of course. I am aware that messenger birds were trained to find any recipient, regardless of their fame.
**: The flavor in particular is quite rich. The effects, of course, feel redundant to my brain.

04/15

[ryuwrighthistory]

[On this fine morning at the Bakerstreet home, there was quite a bit of a commotion coming from inside the house. During this past week, the place had only been occupied by one detective and one cat, up until today.]

Mmf! W-Wagahai! Stop, stop! That A...ACHOOO! [That was not the sneezing sounds of a famous detective, but of his housemate lawyer friend, who had a cat smothering him with affection. Naruhodou had returned to Empatheias and dropped where his amulet had been left, in Wagahai's bedding. She must have taken it as some toy trinket.]

04/15

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock hasn't had a proper wink of sleep for days now. He'd doze off for a few hours, only to be wide awake again shortly after. The house is even more of a mess than usual, a wonderful reflection of Sherlock himself. He wanders through the hall like a bit of a zombie, running a hand through messy, clumped hair as he goes.]

Mr. Naruhodou... Can you keep it down...?

[... Give him a moment, things are refusing to click inside his brain.]

10/4

[princesswhatshername]

Yoo-hoo, Sir Sherlock!

My dear friend Alice Liddel has a mystery for you to solve. She received an anonymous note. All it says is "Three Days". She could really use your help! Please contact her when you can!

[greatestdefective]

"Three days"? ... That is a mystery.

Never you fear, Your Highness Minnie [Look, he's compromising.] I shall contact Miss Liddel as soon as possible.

[empc]

[ When Sherlock wakes, he will find that his crystal is glowing! His emotion drops for the month of Octha have resonated with Empatheias' giant crystal, and a reaction has been formed.

By his feet, he will find a pair of sunglasses. Upon touching it, he will feel the need to prank someone while wearing it. But the feeling only lasts for five minutes at best!

(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]

THERE WILL BE DGS2 SPOILERS IN THIS THREAD also action.

[exchangeable]

Is this his door?

[ He stands outside of Sherlock's closed door, nodding towards it. Better to double check these things, get it right the first time. ]

[ryuwrighthistory]

[Naruhdou pokes his head out from behind him, Wagahai in his arms, watching as well.]

Um, yes, that's his room. [The bros got questions for ya, detective.]

12/23 Many hours after the logic and deduction theater

[ryuwrighthistory]

[After getting the rest he really needed, and then being rudely awoken by his partner, Naruhodou finally appears from the attic, heading downstairs with the intention to prepare dinner. As he comes down the landing, he'll notice there's a certain sound in the air.

The sounds of a violin playing that hasn't been heard for a couple of weeks in this home. It's familiar and a welcoming sound of some normalcy returning to the Baker Street home. He continues down to the first floor, a small smile on his face as he finds Holmes playing in the living room. He settles himself down on a couch to listen, rather than interrupt his play.]

[greatestdefective]

[Today, Holmes is standing by the window and playing Caprice no.24 by Paganini, a lovely mix of fast-paced and slow-paced crooning. He's using the violin Naruhodou gave him for his birthday last year (has it been that long already?) and has become so lost in the music that after a while, he diverts away from Paganini's lead to improvise some melody of his own. Some light snow is falling- outside the house, thankfully, not inside- as a testament of his serenity.

When at last he stops playing and lowers the violin's bow, a good ten minutes have passed.]

12/25(-ish)

[exchangeable]

[ BOY THAT WAS AN AWKWARD CONVERSATION A FEW DAYS AGO, huh. Good thing they have all worked through it and are working on getting back to even footing. And for Asougi, part of that includes getting things for people for Christmas. And by "people," that mostly means Naruhodou and all the missed birthdays and holidays between the Alacrez and now, but there's someone else that he at least . . . sort of owes something to. It's a mixed bag he's still mustering through.

In any case, a few days after The Talk, Asougi steps into the Bakerstreet home, bag in hand, and starts poking around, looking for the other resident. ]

Detective . . . ?

[greatestdefective]

[Holmes is upstairs in his room, playing around with the laser pointer thing Naruhodou gave him. Turns out, Wagahai believes the spot of red light to be something she can physically catch- it's adorable. Holmes is directing it at the wall and wiggling it around, with Wagahai batting at it in a frenzy.]

Haaahahaha! Catch it if you can, cat!

12/25

[ryuwrighthistory]

[Somehow, Naruhodou is going to be able to find some kind of space on Sherlock's workdesk to leave him his Christmas gift, wrapped in furoshiki. Inside he'll find a pen and a royal blue scarf that Naruhodou had handmade himself. Further inspection and Sherlock will notice the pen had hidden compartments and a button to turn on something equivalent to a laser pointer. A card is also attached to these gifts.]

Happy Christmas, Holmes-san!

No matter what troubles awaits us, you'll always be a friend to me. We may disagree at times, but I believe we'll always work through them. And thank you, I can't imagine being here in Empatheias without your presence.

Naruhodou Ryuunosuke

P.S. Please do not point the beam directly into anyone's eyes.

12/25

[princesswhatshername]

[It's birdies with packages! Inside one package is expensive shampoo and conditioner (IS HIS HAIR OKAY YET???) and in the other is a hideous pink scarf with his name on it. She did her best. They come with a card!]

Merry Christmas, Sir Sherlock! I'm sure a genius like you already knows this, but you're my very dear friend. ♥
Love,
Princess Minnie Mouse.

12/25

[manasponge]

[ A package will arrive at Sherlock's home, consisting of a stylish hand mirror, a slice of double chocolate cake, and a small vial of what look to be... shavings? It is labeled 'Lionel Horn' ]

Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes! I thought you might enjoy an artifact from my last expedition. Be careful, as it's pretty volatile!

12/25

[lightthedarkness]

Waiting for Sherlock come Christmas morning is a bag of cookies. Attached is a simple note:]

Happy holidays!

Love Usagi

Mystery Gift - December.

[empc]

[ When Sherlock wakes, he will find that his crystal is glowing! His emotion drops for the month of Ennea have resonated with Empatheias' giant crystal, and a reaction has been formed.

By his feet, he will find a tennis racquet. Every time he touches it, he will feel a surge of bravery course through him. He will also want to shout everything in his mind so long as he's touching the racquet.

(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]

1/27

[ryuwrighthistory]

[It's the day of Selenium and it's been decided the whole household will go out and properly observe it this year. Though before they all go out tonight, Naruhodou had prepared a yukata for Holmes so they could all match.]

Holmes? [He's currently wandering around the home with a package in hand looking for his detective friend.]

[greatestdefective]

[Holmes has already forgotten it's the day of Selenium. He went to sleep at five in the morning and now he's out cold in bed. His face is next to the pillow, one arm is dangling over the side of the mattress and Wagahai is curled up in the gap between his legs.]

Backdated 8/18

[ryuwrighthistory]

[Normally it's Holmes usually sulking around in strange places, but today it's Naruhodou. He's sprawled out on the second floor, a pile of what appeared to be junk around him. His energy seem rather low, there was even a low mist forming around him, his gaze unfocused as he was lost in thought.]

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock's good pal had been missing for about a week now and one didn't need to be a Great Detective to know why. Naruhodou was sent home. Sherlock had joked about it before, he's sure, even if he can't remember the context. He only knows that he regrets it, now. With Naruhodou's absence, the house had immediately become a lot less like a home and a lot more like any old building.

Needless to say, when he leaves his room, he's just as lost in thought as Naruhodou is. He barely notices the mist or the 'junk'- it's commonplace these days anyway- and he certainly doesn't notice someone is lying in the middle of it. So he keeps walking until his bare right foot sets itself down on a pocketwatch. He yelps, stumbles and trips over Naruhodou's body.

A loud crash later, he's fallen through an open doorway and into a spare guest room.]

text.

[torsion]

Hey.

text.

[greatestdefective]

[There's nothing quite like a sudden telepathic ping to draw Holmes out of his thoughts and toss him into a state of disoriented confusion instead. He almost drops the cup of tea he was holding.]

Hello?

10/6

[ryuwrighthistory]

[There's been a low lingering fog within the Baker Street home lately. The source? One very sick lawyer who should not be wandering around the house right now. But he was thirsty and didn't want to stay in bed anymore. He barely gets down to the second floor though, when he gets a bit of a dizzy spell, his legs going weak.] Mmm... [It's a good thing there's this nice warm wall conveniently there for him to flop onto so he doesn't completely fall over.]

[greatestdefective]

[Nice warm wall? Nnnope, that's a nice warm person. Holmes was just headed towards the bathroom when Naruhodou suddenly slammed into him and stopped moving. There's about three seconds of pause, then he takes hold of his housemate's shoulders.]

Mr. Naruhodou...?

12/25

[ryuwrighthistory]

Hooooooooolmes! [Where ever Holmes might be on this particular day, Naruhodou is around the Baker Street home in search of him. The air around the home currently had a citrusy scent to it, as Naruhodou had been busy preparing for their Christmas meal tonight.]

Hm, did he go out...? [He crosses his arm, tapping his foot as he stood in the living area.]

[greatestdefective]

[While the living area may seem abandoned at first glance, perhaps Naruhodou needs to examine the place a bit closer. If he glances towards the couch, he may spot an arm sticking out from behind it.

That's right, Holmes fell asleep on the floor again.]

package, backdated to xmas eve!

[torsion]

[ There's a package on his doorstep waiting for him, wrapped in blue with white snowflakes and tied with a silver ribbon. Two boxes, separate. The bottom, larger one has a thick-knit, soft scarf in a deep, rich blue color. Beneath it is a shirt in about his size, perhaps a touch bigger than what he'd choose. The second box that sets atop that one has a store-bought fruit tart in it. Accompanying the package is a plain stationary notecard addressed to him; inside, the text reads: Hey, Sherlock. It's simply signed with her name, nothing else. ]