Imaginal Casements

Have just been watching the new Sherlock.

In the interests of avoiding murder (mine) I will not go into details, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. So did my parents, who were watching along with me. I would have managed to knit a lot more if I hadn't been so absorbed by the action and dialogue.

I will say that a thousand fanfiction bunnies will have been started by one of the early scenes. (You'll know which one if you've seen it.) And a million more by the rest of the episode.

Also, beware gentlemen in rimless glasses. They're always bad news.

Title: going off the rails
Requester: archangelbeth
Series: Phoenix Wright/Sherlock
Requested Topic: Don't get me started with the thought of Sherlock (recent TV) + Phoenix Wright. Please. I'm giggling too much.
Due to: http://incandescens.livejournal.com/1201511.html


“OBJECTION!” Phoenix screamed.

“What is it this time, Mr Wright?” the Judge inquired.

“I’m the defence attorney here! Look! My badge!” Phoenix ripped it out of his pocket and waved it at the courtroom. “That means I question the witnesses and challenge the prosecutor! That is not the defendant’s job!”

“Oh, please,” Sherlock sneered. “You’re an incompetent in any case, but you’re completely incapable of handling this case. Now hand me that gavel! I need to check it for bloodstains.”

“Mr Edgeworth!” the judge demanded. “Do something about your witness!”

“Mr Edgeworth is busy at the moment,” John Watson said, his friendly arm round the prosecutor’s shoulders concealing the gun pressed into the prosecutor’s side. “Do go on, Sherlock. I want to hear where this is going.”

Mycroft's Delight

A truly magnificent piece from dduane. And it includes the recipe.

I don't normally cook just to please myself, but in this case I might have a go...

And now Sherlock is over -- well, until the promised third season. (Yes, there is a promised third season. Thank heavens.) So I will just spend the next few days watching the internet seethe and bubble.

Back to work and morphology tomorrow.

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Back to his Native Strand

["Sherlock Holmes" is to reappear in the "Strand" Magazine.]
Air—"Archie" in the "Toreador."

Oh, Sherlock Holmes lay hidden more than half a dozen years.
He left his loving London in a whirl of doubts and fears.

For we thought a wicked party
Of the name of Moriarty
Had despatched him (in a manner fit to freeze one).
They grappled on a cliff-top, on a ledge six inches wide;
We deemed his chances flimsy when he vanished o'er the side.

But the very latest news is
That he merely got some bruises.
If there is a man who's hard to kill, why he's one.

Oh Sherlock, Sherlock, he's in town again,
That prince of perspicacity, that monument of brain.
It seems he wasn't hurt at all
By tumbling down the waterfall.
That sort of thing is fun to Sherlock.

When Sherlock left his native Strand, such groans were seldom heard;
With sobs the Public's frame was rent: with tears its eye was blurred.

But the optimists reflected
That he might be resurrected:
It formed our only theme of conversation.
We asked each other, Would he be? And if so, How and where?
We went about our duties with a less dejected air.
And they say that a suggestion
Of a Parliamentary question
Was received with marked approval by the nation.
And Sherlock, Sherlock, he's in town again,
Sir Conan has discovered him, and offers to explain.
The explanation may be thin,
But bless you! we don't care a pin,
If he'll but give us back our Sherlock.

The burglar groans and lays aside his jemmy, keys, and drill;
The enterprising murderer proceeds to make his will;
The fraud-promoting jobber
Feels convinced that those who rob err;
The felon finds no balm in his employment.
The forger and the swindler start up shrieking in their sleep;
No longer on his mother does the coster gaily leap;
The Mile-End sportsman ceases
To kick passers-by to pieces,
Or does it with diminishing enjoyment.
For Sherlock, Sherlock, he's in town again,
That prince of perspicacity, that monument of brain.
The world of crime has got the blues,
For Sherlock's out and after clues,
And everything's a clue to Sherlock.

-- PG Wodehouse

Well, we didn't manage to play Ticket To Ride, but we did manage to watch Detective Dee. My parents enjoyed it, and my mother compared it to the new Sherlock Holmes (Game of Shadows) movie. Perhaps somewhat wandered from the original, but still a lot of fun to watch.

And we did see the new Sherlock last night. Oh yes. That was absolutely what I wanted, and even more so. Sparkling. Brains are definitely the new sexy. Seme x seme (x seme). And there are two more to come, with the next one on Sunday. Eeeexcellent.

Back up to Leeds this afternoon, and should be back to my regular computing habits this evening. Ah well. It was a nice holiday.

Um, quite a few behind the cut, I'm afraid. It's... been a while. And I'm not even trying to organise the drabbles that have accumulated (and yes, I still owe some from a few weeks ago. I blush for shame.) As for Winter War stuff, that's all under the index post.

( List of fanfics )

Do please let me know if there are any problems. Or if you like them. :)

Title: securing evidence
Requester: acern
Series: Sherlock Holmes / Phoenix Wright
Requested Topic: I see you've already gotten a lot of Sherlock Holmes requests, so instead I'll ask for... um... Phoenix Wright! In a crossover... with Sherlock Holmes? :D :D :D Their investigative methods meshing together in a wonderful kind of harmony (by which I mean totally clashing)? :D
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html


“Excellently done, Watson!” Holmes exclaimed.

“It was nothing, Holmes,” I said, but I felt a glow of appreciation at my friend’s words.

“Nothing, indeed!” Lestrade snorted. “Doctor Watson, I’ve seen some fine rugby matches, but I’ve rarely seen a tackle to match the one that you brought him down with. Stronger men have tried, sir, tried and failed.”

“I simply couldn’t abide watching the fellow walking away with yet more evidence,” I said modestly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe this Wright fellow requires medical attention rather than the antics of his pet spirit medium. Nothing personal, of course.”

Title: thoroughness
Requester: prodigal
Series: Holmes/In Nomine
Requested Topic: Sherlock meets the Archangel of Revelation, and tells him how he deduced that he is something other than human, please.
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html


“When one has eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth,” Holmes said. “And since I am familiar with a number of chemicals, none of which would produce any such result as your manifestation, I have reason to believe that you are indeed a creature other than human.”

He paused.

“Precisely what is, of course, open to further discussion. But I trust you will forgive the necessity of checking for fangs, ropes, trapdoors, stage lights, hallucinogenic chemicals, draconic horns, hooves, paws, tails, rubber balloons, phosphorus, greasepaint, padding, shoe lifts, and false noses. One cannot be too careful.”

Title: high functioning sociopath, please
Requester: mei_yanohi
Series: Sherlock / Doctor Who
Requested Topic: Arguing the pros and cons of multiple companions (the Doctor) vs one lifelong companion (Sherlock)
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html


“Don’t you ever have the urge to interact with those of your own race more frequently?” Sherlock asked. “That sort of thing has come up often enough in literature – the loneliness of the wanderer whose friends keep on dying around him, the wish to associate with others of equal intelligence –“

“Don’t you ever have the urge to exercise tact?” the Doctor demanded. He was aware that Pond and John were exchanging sympathetic looks behind their backs.

“Never,” Sherlock said with satisfaction. “If I do it, then there is certainly a reason for it.”

“How very human,” the Doctor said, and sighed.

Title: AU: dead letters
Requester: acern
Series: Sherlock Holmes
Requested Topic: What if Watson solved a case that Holmes couldn't?Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/857773.html


My dear Mary,

I remember that from time to time, you have asked me why I do not share some of the stories in which Holmes plays a lesser part? Where, to be plain, I have been of significant importance in the resolution of a case, and Holmes has been mistaken, or even outright wrong?

The answer, my beloved Mary, is that those are not the stories which I wanted to tell. I have been an Army doctor, and a doctor in private practice, and, by the grace of God, your husband, but I have never desired to be more of a hero than in your eyes. The stories which I share are the ones which I wish to go down to posterity. The stories which I told you, where I may have played some greater role, were for you alone.

You will never read this letter, but I trust that in your heart you already knew it. I will not leave it in the sealed dispatch-box containing others of Holmes' cases, for I do not wish to share it. It will be buried with me, and I ask you to believe me, now and always

Your devoted

John