Are we supposed to giggle in the solo?
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impulsereaderSo, I've kidnapped the entire cast of characters from As Time Goes By because Lionel's father Rocky had that place in the country...hence dotty Uncle Rocky (rock on!) suddenly becoming the host of our holiday gathering. And now I get to write Lionel and Jean (Judi Dench!), and Alistair (hey hey!) and Judy and Sandy get to come along for the ride. I might even break down and let Stephen and Penny visit - and I just now remembered Mrs. Bale! I get Mrs. Bale! Yea!
This means that, along with my f-list inspired kidnappings and OCing I now have a whole lot of nice, funny people wandering around the estate. Unfortunately, I don't think everyone in the Holmes extended clan can possibly be nice and friendly. This has led me to add Sherlock's parents into the mix (which I had completely intended to chicken out on and leave out altogether) and has forced me to weaponize them in the process.
Sherlock couldn’t quite keep the ghost of a smile from his lips when John missed not a beat of the dynamic. His instinctive understanding of danger always served him well. Mummy, after all, had been known to scatter shrapnel in her wake; candy-coated if you were lucky, crystalline-jagged if you were not. Even so, a portion of John’s attention had already trained itself on Father and would remain focused there as long as the two men occupied the same space; position, it was all about position, the art of war.
I take a milder view of the relationship between Sherlock and Mycroft; they're nasty to one another but with parents like theirs they pull together in a pinch.
So if anyone has any character sketches of baddies I can throw in - toss 'em at me. I have a sneaking suspicion that Cousin Simon and his lot are up to no good, and there's some history there.
Oh, and I think that what Sherlock and John are searching the attic for are Sherlock's first compositions; he was six, and the four of them left - rather abruptly - and the fruits of his labor were left behind in the rush.
*Off to write Mrs. Bale*
This means that, along with my f-list inspired kidnappings and OCing I now have a whole lot of nice, funny people wandering around the estate. Unfortunately, I don't think everyone in the Holmes extended clan can possibly be nice and friendly. This has led me to add Sherlock's parents into the mix (which I had completely intended to chicken out on and leave out altogether) and has forced me to weaponize them in the process.
Sherlock couldn’t quite keep the ghost of a smile from his lips when John missed not a beat of the dynamic. His instinctive understanding of danger always served him well. Mummy, after all, had been known to scatter shrapnel in her wake; candy-coated if you were lucky, crystalline-jagged if you were not. Even so, a portion of John’s attention had already trained itself on Father and would remain focused there as long as the two men occupied the same space; position, it was all about position, the art of war.
I take a milder view of the relationship between Sherlock and Mycroft; they're nasty to one another but with parents like theirs they pull together in a pinch.
So if anyone has any character sketches of baddies I can throw in - toss 'em at me. I have a sneaking suspicion that Cousin Simon and his lot are up to no good, and there's some history there.
Oh, and I think that what Sherlock and John are searching the attic for are Sherlock's first compositions; he was six, and the four of them left - rather abruptly - and the fruits of his labor were left behind in the rush.
*Off to write Mrs. Bale*
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Date: 2012-05-31 11:56 pm (UTC)Also, I loved ATGB!
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Date: 2012-06-01 12:46 am (UTC)I was actually feeling bad about setting the parents to Evil, but what resulted is - atmospheric - John inwardly cringed. The man’s voice was Sherlock’s peach velvet turned putrid; malevolence given the dimension of sound; a mockery of his friend’s always welcome cadences.
ATGB is so wonderful - and now I get to rewatch for research purposes! Yea!
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Date: 2012-06-01 02:24 am (UTC)I also love the idea of Sherlock and Mycroft basically doing the family version of 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' and standing together against the awfulness that is their Mum and Dad.
I find sly baddies quite horrible and...not fun, really, but I can always enjoy loathing someone who uses sugar coated words and pretending to be polite while cutting people to ribbons. I detest that kind of passive aggressive bullying. I suspect John has seen all of that before in the army and mostly doesn't let barbs about himself get to him. He mostly seems to punch people who are mean to Sherlock. (awwwwwwww).
And Sherlock - he's not politely passive agressive at all. He's just shred you and reveal all your secrets in front of everyone. He doesn't intimate: he surgically and pitilessly lays you out.
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Date: 2012-06-01 03:20 am (UTC)He found himself having to actively disengage from staring the man down as the woman swooped in to apply her red, red lipstick to Sherlock’s cheek; failing when she pulled away just short of touching any part of him.
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She then worked her way around to patting vaguely in the direction of Sherlock’s knee, which was almost within reach since he had wedged himself into a nearby chair; she even almost succeeded in making contact with the fabric of his trousers. As he too sank into a chair, John resolved to begin hugging his friend on a daily basis; to hell with what people would say.
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Date: 2012-06-01 01:30 pm (UTC)