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Backdated to a few days after Mycroft's arrival; text (for now)

[logicals]

Found your footing yet?
SH

[nogoldfish]

Are we checking in on each other now?

The Hive is a sorry excuse of architecture.
MH

[logicals]

Just making sure you're as miserable as you should be given your place of residence.

How's the living situation going, by the by? Your social life must be thriving for the first time in a long, long time. How exciting! Should I be taking the time to pencil in some play dates?

I'll just be here, admiring how the mighty fall so spectacularly.
SH

[nogoldfish]

Is there anything you WANT?
MH

[logicals]

Mostly I want to ruin your day. Have I succeeded?
SH

[nogoldfish]

I am utterly miserable. Now stop wasting my time.
MH

backdated a day or so after he first received these messages; text (permaprivate)

[logicals]

_{[ A simple text with a simple screenshot. To say he's concerned is an understatement. ]}

Corinthians 2:11.

scienceofdeduction has sent an attachment.

[nogoldfish]

[ Where else would Jim Moriarty end up?

Of course, he could have ended up in another town of Hell. Mycroft would call it fate, if he believed in such a thing, that they've all gathered here in Little Hades. Instead it's just incredibly ironic.

It might not even be a bad thing, if he weren't certain Moriarty would find another way to hurt Sherlock and his important people that doesn't include death. If there's one person who can always keep Sherlock on his toes, can keep his mind occupied, it's that man. But it so easily becomes an obsession, when Sherlock sometimes seems to be made of obsessions.

For how long has Moriarty been watching? How long has he been here? Time seems a fickle thing in this city, illogical, which makes an odd amount of sense considering it's a mere construct of the human mind. Putting numbers and algorithms to the workings of the universe.

He'd laugh at how obvious this conversation really is, if he weren't entirely sure that's also the point. ]

No matter how many times one clears out the house spiders, they will find their way under one's roof.
MH

text | un: molly_hooper

[alwaysmattered]

[ It's taken her a while to decide how to approach the elder Holmes brother on this. Molly knows things aren't right: Sherlock, John and Greg aren't from the same version of events as she is. It's only likely Mycroft is in the same boat. But then Molly knows Mycroft knows more than the others do. Sherlock had told her that.

She's already been here several days. Sherlock's been hounding her with texts and she's still trying to deal with whatever Hellish disease she's been struck with. But she can't really put this off much longer:]

Mycroft. I suppose you might've found out I'm down here.

text | un: 🌂

[nogoldfish]

[ Of course Mycroft knows. It's considerably more difficult to keep an eye on people here than it was back home, but he's gathering a decent network of demons from Brimstone and elsewhere who are ... willing to help him out. (Blackmailed, rather.)

So, he knows. He's been keeping an eye on her, too, naturally. Though he can't say he expected her to text him.

Perhaps he ought to look at Brimstone records. See if they have any conversations recorded that might give him a hint as to why. ]

Yes, I was aware.
MH

[alwaysmattered]

[ Well, at least he answered. Her interaction with him have been few and far between. Very little since the Fall, really. But this is something he'll not particularly want to ignore. ]

I have a problem. And it's probably going to be yours, too.

[nogoldfish]

Is that so?

A few blocks away from the Limbo Hotel there is a restaurant called Chicken Brothers. Meet me there.
MH

[ How she finds her way there is frankly not his problem. ]

[alwaysmattered]

I know so. It's involving your siblings.

[ Oh, yes she did. And that's all he's getting. ]

Fine. I'll see you there.

[ Cue a long, exasperated sigh from Molly's end. Holmes brothers. ]

voice | un: j.lyman

[hardballsy]

[Hey, Mycroft.

Josh is calling, but he doesn't know it. When the call connects, here's what Mycroft will hear: A heavily muffled conversation about... sandwiches?

Or maybe it's some fishes.

Who can tell, really?]

[nogoldfish]

[ Why?

Josh is one of the few people Mycroft really doesn't mind talking to, so he doesn't immediately wonder what demon he has angered this time when he sees who's calling. As much as he doesn't really want to talk to anyone nowadays ... That's a whole other matter.

But when all he hears is some muffled conversation in the background, he realises that Josh clearly didn't actually mean to call him. ]

Take your phone out from under your fucking arse, Lyman.

[ He won't give Josh more than a few seconds to answer, though. Not wasting his time on this. ]

[hardballsy]

[Josh's butt is multi-talented; not only does it dial phones! It puts them on speaker, too.

The conversation comes to an abrupt halt, Josh mid-word as he hears bad language coming from his pants. Quickly, the sound of fumbling follows, then:]

Hello?

[nogoldfish]

Hello.

[ Sickly sweet. ]

You rang. Unintentionally, I presume.

[hardballsy]

...yes.

[Hang on, hang on. Give him a second.]





Mycroft?

[nogoldfish]

[ ... He should have just ignored it, shouldn't he? ]

Yes. And you keep your bloody mouth shut about it.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) action

[hardballsy]

[What in this underworld could Mycroft Holmes want more, at this exact moment, than Joshua Lyman showing up at his doorstep with a big ol' dipshit grin and an extended arm, as if he were about to take a princess out?

Nothing.

There's nothing he could want more, don't lie.

Except maybe all that, plus singsong:] Mister Hoooo-ooolmes!

Yassss

[nogoldfish]

[ Oh dear god and Jesus Christ, why?

Can a man not get some peace even in his poor excuse of a home in the Hive? Should have stayed at the office. Why did he go home? Damn it all.

He looks up from his book (one that isn't porn and actually isn't too bad), and scowls. ]

What?

[ With an unspoken but very clear: Get it over with quickly and leave. ]

[hardballsy]

[When does Mycroft not have peace? What is he doing in the long moments between Josh bothering him? Is he really a party boy and just putting up a front?

Hm???]

We're going out. C'mon.

[nogoldfish]

...

Why in the world would I do that?

[ Genuinely ... perplexed. Where did this compulsion even come from? Since when does anyone want to bring him out? ]

[hardballsy]

Because you're bored.

[Maybe not, but also: Just look at him.

Sitting in his room. In the Hive. Reading.

Who does that?]

And you're too smart to pass up the opportunity of someone so handsome and charismatic treating you to a night on the town.

[nogoldfish]

[ The flattest

stare

ever ]

No, I'm smart enough to pass up on that.