All of Time and Space

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Fri, 17 May 2013 23:40:11 -0400

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Fri, 17 May 2013 23:37:52 -0400

Literally have nothing going on here.

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ooc: Would anyone like to thread now that I'm back from the grave?

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:37:33 -0400

:’D

ameliapomd: You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and...

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:23:55 -0400

ameliapomd:

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:22:00 -0400

Hello, I'm the Doctor.:

The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things dont always…

ooc: GUYS GO FOLLOW MY FRIEND. :’D

ooc: OKAY I AM GOING TO BED.

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 02:06:16 -0400

I WILL JUST DO MY HOMEWORK TOMORROW AT SCHOOL AUGHHHH

GDI TALIA

ooc: NO TALIA I FORGOT YOU FOLLOWED THIS BLOG

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:52:37 -0400

OH MY GOD NOW I’M CRYING NO

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Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:47:51 -0400

ooc: HEY GUYS SORRY I'VE BEEN BUSY.

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:42:42 -0400

School and work has just been crazy. -should be doing homework right now-

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Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:38:02 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

“Indeed. The moment I met him I ascertained he was searching for a flat mate. He previously suffered from night terrors due to his invalid status from Afghanistan. He was an army doctor, apparently had bad days,” he snorted a little and reclined, still holding the textbook aloft in his large hands. “It was difficult for him to find a flatmate with his condition, and on an army pension. I also had difficulty finding a flatmate because of my… ways. It seemed we were fit for one another, and I told him how I was and we’ve essentially been flat mates ever since. Like a story in a fairytale, Amelia Pond,” his eyes twinkled with playful mirth.

At the mention of the date, Sherlock began to leaf through the textbook, stopping and dragging his index finger down the page when he spotted what they needed. “Here is an account from December 17th of that year,” he replied, voice slightly soft. No one had ever willingly stood this close to him before, it was usually the other way around. However, he didn’t actually dislike it. He in fact found himself thinking that she smelled rather good, before banishing away the thought. “Indeed,” Sherlock replied, clearing his throat of a slight tickle that had formed, though he wouldn’t admit that it was partially due to her proximity. Sherlock suddenly beamed with pride. Someone finally appreciated it. Excellent. “And yes, indeed I am. I take pride in my work. Now, here we are. A one Matthew Thompson recollected some strange goings on in his village.”

Listening to all the things the other had to say about the situation between him and John becoming flatmates made her lips curl into a smile. It was strange to have someone open up like that so quickly who wasn’t the Doctor, even if Sherlock was probably showing off. It seemed to be a thing he liked to do, as she had deduced from both his website and her short visit so far. It was the last sentence that caught her off guard, though. Raising a brow, Amy tried to keep herself from grinning. “I’m beginning to think you’re more of a mind reader than a genius,” She said, “That, or just very lucky,” Of course, if he had said that out of pure coincidence, she was going to be the one left feeling like an idiot. “Besides, what makes you think you can call me Amelia, Mr. Holmes,” She had used her best English accent to mimic what Sherlock had just said on her name, meaning it, of course, in a teasing manner.

Once Sherlock spoke of finding something on that date, she leaned in closer, nearly touching the other. Of course, Amy hadn’t thought anything of it. She was too enthralled with the fact that they were able to find something to really notice it at first. “Good. It’d be a shame if you didn’t,” It was when she leaned her hand across the book to run her fingers underneath a sentence that she realized how close she was to the other. Glancing towards him out of the corner of her eye, she tried to gauge just how uncomfortable the other was with it. By the sound of it, the dark haired man didn’t have many friends, and didn’t want to ruin the case (and, quite honestly, she was already beginning to find the other’s company enjoyable) and have him decide it was a bad idea. Though, from what she could see, there was hardly any discomfort. Amy decided to stay put, placing one of her painted nails on the page, underlining a few words. “Not one of the savages,” She mentioned again, smiling once more. “I told you, it must be him,”

It hit her then— what were they going to do with this information once they had decided for certain that it must have been him. Turning to face the other, but remaining just as close, she raised a brow and watched him for just a moment. “Now, are we going to have to make him think he needs to make London disappear, then?” Oh, how disappointed the Doctor would be in her.

Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 02:07:14 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

“Hmm,” Sherlock hummed lightly, plopping down in his arm chair with a stack of text books beside him. He leafed through a rather thick one in his hands, tongue pressed to his cheek. “I’m a horrible flat mate, to be honest. I store organs in the fridge, nick things, pout, play violin at all hours of the night…” he trailed off. “But I told him that before he moved in. So it’s been his choice to stay.” Sherlock wouldn’t admit that he was glad about that.

Sherlock listened idly as he leafed through each textbook, tossing them to the side once he was finished scavenging through. Glancing up slightly he pursed his lips. “Do you have the date?” he asked, drawing out a history text book that contained many accounts of savage villages and the like. “I might be able to cross-reference it. Perhaps there is more information on it.”

ooc: it’s okay. Amy’s a snoop in the first place. ;P

The girl couldn’t help but laugh at the other listing off his different quirks that made him a bad room mate. Some of them caught her off guard— specifically the organs, but she made no comment about it. After all, she was his client and she’d rather not insult him. “And you told him this right off?” Amy asked, raising a brow. “It’d be something you’d get used to, I’m sure,” The comment was only half sarcastic, for although she had had bad flatmates before and had gotten used to their behaviors, never had she had one with those specific type of quirks.

Glancing upon the screen, she leaned close once more and nodded. “Looks like December 16th, 1587,” She said, continuing to scan through the entries. “The last one is dated on December 28th,” The girl watched the other, moving closer towards the other to look over his shoulder. Perhaps she was a bit too close, but she paid no mind to feeling his body heat next to hers. All she was interested in was what the other might have in the book. “You do this a lot then? Solve cases and research?” She said, glancing at him for a moment. “I saw your website, 243 types of tobacco. You’re thorough,” It was meant to be a compliment, really. After all, Amy had found herself afraid that Sherlock Holmes was going to be a fraud. He’d proven her wrong for the most part, which she admired.

Hiatus from 3/28-3/31

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 22:10:28 -0400

Just letting you all know!

Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 00:59:48 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

Sherlock hummed lightly in interesting. “That is rather fascinating. I do believe I’d like to take a look at it, if we end up locating this mad Doctor.” shelved his current book and moved on to another. Glancing up, Sherlock shook his head. “It’s not mine. Password is sherlockjuststop, if I recall correctly.” he smirked.

“Given the state of your…” She looked the other up and down for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest, “Intelligence, I suppose, I’m sure he’d love to have you aboard. Probably take you for a trip, even,” She said, plopping down on the coach to open the laptop. Glancing up towards Sherlock, Amy couldn’t help but laugh. “Sounds like you’re quite the flatmate, hm? Have you driven the poor man mad yet?” She asked, typing in the password, pleased to have it unlock immediately. Her eyes glanced over the emails left open, clicking on one out of pure curiosity, “I’m going to take that as a yes,” She said, reading an email sent to John’s girlfriend.

Pulling up the internet, she quickly did a few searches, coming along with an article about a journal someone had left behind. She read the last few dates carefully, finding the handwriting hard to read. Amy let out an excited shriek, “We’ve had a mysterious visitor, saying he is neither English nor a savage,” She read aloud, glancing up towards the man. “Nothing about the TARDIS, but it’s a start,” Of course, the man could have been one of the other many nationalities that colonized America, but with it occurring two days before the disappearance, she doubted it. “It says they had some issues with local tribes, too,” She muttered, not nearly as excited about that subject.

ooc: I needed Amy to snoop for some reason. URGES. I APOLOGIZE AGAIN. eue

Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 00:31:34 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

ooc: PERF POST DON’T APOLOGISE

Sherlock of course didn’t realise just how close to Amy he was, lips nearly brushing her skin as he spoke. He appeared enthralled and amazed. “That does seem plausible. Although how could he make an entire city disappear on his own, as a signal?” He leaned back slightly, peering at the book in her hands. “Nothing yet.” Turning away, he grabbed another book and leafed through.

A small chuckle escaped her lips, shaking her head ever so slightly. “The TARDIS,” She said, running her fingers over the page once more. “It’s kind of…we’ll just call it a spaceship. It looks like a police box from World War II, but it’s bigger on the inside,” She explained, setting the book down with the pages facing down to save the spot. “He can add rooms and delete them, I guess,” She said, grabbing another book from the case, opening it only to find it was a book about science and setting it down immediately, “He could easily move a whole town if he had reason to,” Amy shrugged, noting John’s laptop on a table and walking towards it. “You mind if I use this?”

Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 23:51:02 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

Sherlock let out a simple hum in acknowledgement of her words but nothing more, tilting his head a little as he skimmed through a book. Licking his lips, he glanced at her, closing the book and setting it to the side, peering over her shoulder instead of completely taking it. His breath skimmed along her neck as his eyes roamed the page, taking in all the words and pictures with obvious great interest. “Hmm, that is rather fantastical. And interesting. Oh.” he breathed out slightly.

Amelia could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up upon feeling the other’s breath, causing her to bite down on her lower lip. Did this man have any concept of personal space? She supposed she didn’t quite care so long as he got the job done. Tilting her head ever so slightly to get a better glance at his expression, a smirk forming on her lips. “Croatoan…” She muttered under her breath, bringing her finger towards the word. “I wonder if it was a message to someone.” She shrugged slightly, “He does that sometimes,” Of course, there was the vain hope that it was for her— perhaps a past one that she hadn’t noticed before. “Any luck on your end?” She asked, turning to face him completely.

ooc: SHIT POST I APOLOGIZE

A More Exciting Life | Closed

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:57:17 -0400

whipsandwits:

Kate scoot away from the door, walking into the kitchen to make tea for the guest; not knowing what else to do in the current situation. Irene had known that the girl was visiting upon skimming through her texts, and she smirked — taking control of the speaker as she spoke in a genuine tone, one filled with delight.

“Oh, you’re the client! You’re right on time, love.” The dominatrix said cheerfully, pressing a button that unlocked the first door that followed in. Irene stood beside, awaiting the red head’s full entrance as she reached for the whip, stray against the small table by the door.

Kate pursed her lips, brewing the tea. It wouldn’t be of much need, there was going to be small talk before the session — but it really wasn’t needed. The poor assistant always tried desperately to do as Irene suggests often; hoping to please her friend and client, though Irene didn’t pay much attention to her. No, not when she was working. Too much of a distraction.

“Come right in.” Irene spoke, a ruby smile formed upon her lips as she ran a hand over the leather material. “Make yourself right at home, we’ll just have some preference talk — get to know a think or two verbally, and then on to the demonstrations.” Irene gave a wink, gesturing an inviting hand over to the chairs, Kate almost finished brewing the tea, getting ready to pour them into fine teacups.

♔; You’re just brilliant.

Upon hearing the buzzer that signaled that the door had been opened, the girl moved in, digging her hands into her pocket once more. Amy didn’t want to say she was nervous— after all, this had been her idea. She wanted to be a bit more…exciting when it came to men, but it didn’t start her heart from beating fast, thinking about how this woman and her were going to casually be talking about bringing someone to their knees.

Stepping inside, her eyes almost immediately went to the whip in her hands. Amy’s lip curled into a smile, the nervousness going away. It was replaced by intrigue— wondering just how it’d feel to hold it and be in power. Finally, her eyes moved to Irene, the smile growing. “Thank you for having me, Ms. Adler,” She said, giving a small nod of appreciation.

Amy moved in the direction that the other gestured, moving to make herself at home in one of the chairs. “Demonstrations?” She asked, her brow raised. “I wasn’t aware that we’d be having demonstrations,” That suggestion did leave her a little nervous once again, but she tried to not let it show. Crossing her legs, the girl leaned back in the chair, making herself even more comfortable. “Now, what do I need to know?” She asked, glancing towards where Kate was making noises in the kitchen, assembling the glassware. “I’m not quite sure how this works, I’m sorry,” She said, giving an apologetic shrug towards the dominatrix.

ooc: SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I’VE BEEN SICK AND BLUH.

immortalsoldierfollowsorders: She’s heard his name? A brow arched curiously. Torchwood wasn’t a...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:43:33 -0400

immortalsoldierfollowsorders:

She’s heard his name? A brow arched curiously. Torchwood wasn’t a well known institute… Then she said the Doctor and he grinned, though his heart panged almost painfully at the thought of the Time Lord. He grinned when she offered her hand, taking it and winking, “and I’ve seen your face all over before for perfume advertisements. The pleasure’s all mine, Amy. Please,” he said as he bowed his head slightly, pressing a light kiss to her middle knuckle, “just call me Jack.”

Noting the wink from the other, Amy couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t meant in a mean way, but she simply couldn’t help it. It wasn’t often Amy got winked at anymore. “Oh, yes. ‘The Girl Who’s Tired Of Waiting’” She said, a grin lingering on her lips. Once again, followed by a chuckle at the kiss to her hand. “You’re quite the charmer, Jack,” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Seems like he’s got a thing for charmers,” She said, thinking back to when she had practically thrown herself on the Doctor. Oh, it was quite a good time. “And what are you doing, Jack?” She asked, looking around for a moment. “Pressing matters to deal with?”

Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:28:44 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, rolling them lightly. “I don’t have friends. He’s apparently broken that streak, though. And I do have the D.I at Scotland Yard although I wouldn’t consider him to a friend exactly…” he trailed off and glanced up, fingers splaying over the strings of his violin. “Indeed. Although I tend to do that, apparently. So it would be a bit hypocritical to make that a rule.” he smiled a little at her, before it was gone, without a trace.

Sherlock shook his head. “I am well versed in the histories, but more adept in the sciences and the art of music. However, it should not be too difficult to spot him if he often has a soft spot for crying children. Many children have cried without consolation throughout the course of history.” Stowing away his treasured instrument, he stood and leafed through the text book, lips pressed into a concentrated line.

Amy couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the other’s comment about John having been his first real friend. She didn’t exactly know how to respond to that aside from a slight feeling of happiness that someone as famously abrasive as Sherlock Holmes could manage to find a friend, perhaps two. Looking back towards the other, she raised a brow for a moment, a smirk forming on her lips. “Seems we having something in common, then,” She said, turning back towards the book case to grab another book. “The Doctor always loved that,” She said, the sarcasm heavy on the word ‘loved’.

“Nothing coming to mind specifically, then?” She asked, flipping through a book, skimming the words quickly. “No legends about a blue box?” She asked, tapping her fingers on the paper. At least that was something that she was grateful for— he had mentioned before that the TARDIS used to have a camouflaging technique, but that it had broken. Her lips curled into a smile upon finding something on a page— some pilgrim settlement that had disappeared. Offering the book to Sherlock, she smiled ever so lightly. “Now, how does a village just disappear?”

Case of the Blue Box | Closed

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 23:25:07 -0400

sagaciousholmes:

Sherlock quirked a brow at the mention of Christmas. He had of course heard of the strange happenings in London during that time, but Sherlock always seemed to be rather oblivious, holed up in his flat or, before he cleaned up, drugged out of his mind.

He pouted minutely at the mention of his cheekbones, wondering why everyone felt the need to call upon them, but then his eyebrows were raised up practically to his hairline at the mention of who he could only guess was John. He shook his head, snorting a little.

“John is not my partner. He is my flat mate and apparently my best friend. However, he is away for now and I do think you have the potential to be one of the few people I can actually stand to work with so there’s that. I don’t mind if you tag along and assist when your help is needed, as long as you do not get in my way, do not say anything stupid, and..” he trailed off and shrugged. “I believe that is it. Now, if he is a time traveller, we can search through history books perhaps, as you suggested. That would be a good start, at least until something pops up here in London.”

Amelia raised a brow at the other’s explanation of John, a small laugh escaping her lips. The girl shook her head, a smile forming on her lips. “I meant it as someone who works with you. I wasn’t assuming you were gay,” She explained, giving a small shrug. Sure, she had seen people imply things such as that, but she didn’t care. If he could help her, that was the man she needed, no matter what is sexual orientation. “Apparently your best friend, though? That doesn’t sound very good,”

Listening closely to the man, she couldn’t help but smirk. She figured she’d probably say a lot of things he deemed idiotic, but decided not to mention it. “And don’t wander off?” She asked, her lips curling into a full smile. It was almost like meeting the smarter human version of the Doctor again with his rules.

The girl nodded, thinking back towards any clues they might have. “Tragedies, perhaps. Anywhere where a child may be crying,” She said, realizing that children cried every day. Surely the Doctor couldn’t help but stay away from them, even if he was trying to avoid her, anyways. “I don’t suppose you’re a history nut or anything, then?” She said, getting up to look at his collection of books. She eyed it for a moment, pulling one out and throwing it bakc to where she had been sitting. “That’s a start,” She muttered, continuing to eyeball the books.

ooc: OKAY I APOLOGIZE

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 20:32:59 -0400

I’m really sick and I have finals for the next two days, so I think I’m going to stay off of this until Friday night. SORRY I PROMISE I’LL REPLY THEN.