Just a reminder. I need everyone in by tomorrow morning.

Also, feel free to bring CAPTCHAs, and if you have AEs you havn't brought, please bring them. I want a lot of people, otherwise things will be short and to the point. The more people, the more story. And also, I will be coming, and bring Zekrar, Jack, and DJ Bowtie.

I LOVE HOLMES!!!! Is it too late to join? If it isn't I'm bringing DarthHawk, Night vision goggles, my trumpet, a cape and a top hat.

I'm bringing--

My word processor. It's basically a keyboard and a small screen. You write on it, and download your writing to the computer. I carry it EVERYWHERE in a bag just right for it's size (the size of a computer keyboard)

I love taking notes on it, so expect me to carry it EVERYWHERE and take notes on crimes, mysteries, and whatnot. 

This start soon.

Icy and Aragorn are in the SKi Lodge.

SHERLOCK!!!!

I was so sad that spots were closed, but your post just turned up in CaC and made me so happy! (bittersweet because of your leaving, though):. And yeah, I know I've "left", but will be sure to check on this!

I'll bring books, my laptop, my ukelele, and toffee. And boring but necessary stuff that isn't worth mentioning.

Uh, I guess we can also do my CAPTCHA, Nathaniel, a tiny giraffe. If you'd rather do realistic things he can be a newfoundland puppy (my patronus <3).  

I will post the first day tonight.

Day One

In my time as a bachelor, in residence at the house of Mr. Holmes, one case has stood out more than most. This case tested the metal and mettle of my friend and I. This case is the case of the CBers. It began when a young man knocked on our door. I opened it, and I saw he had a pair of darting eyes, and had a trenchcoat hiding his neck. On his head, black hair was spiked in a most foreign and peculiar fashion. He was unusually pale for a boy of his age, clearly from the country-side. He walked in, without speaking a word.

“My name is Gared, and I am from the future.” said he.

I had heard about the new kind of fiction, published in the most disdainful of pulp magazines which concerned such stupid fantasies as men from Mars, and even from the future, but I certainly never thought they heald truth.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Gared. And what can I do for you?” I replied, walking over to the armchair where he sat.

“I am on a certain, I mean that I am in a club, and I have unfortunately had to part ways with the other members. And this means I feel… obligated to give them a present: in this case a visit to one of their icons: a certain S. Holmes.” Gared said.

“I will call Holmes this very minute.” Replied I.

Holmes walked in. Holmes and Gared talked, and Gared left.

At the time, we lived in a rather spacious accommodations. But those were strained to the limit as thirty strange aliens appeared the day after the twelfth of December. I was shocked. But the most shocking part was the odd variety of objects they carried. I saw Holmes look darkly in a corner but said nothing. Everyone settled eventually, and I saw everyone sit down in the library. I saw Holmes sneak out of the room, and pulled me to a corner.

“Watson, I am convinced that one of the people in there is a murderer.” Sherlock said.

“How do you figure? They seem nice enough.” I questioned.

“The way some of them look at one another. Several are also armed. They must have been in a similar position once.” Sherlock said.

Sherlock carried in tea for himself, and I got cups and additional cups for everyone else. I ran into one of the guests, thought I could not recognize it. There was an oddly similar quality about the “CBers” that I found slightly unnerving.

I also had to run into the back room for more tea. But I did not know why I bothered. The visitors seemed to find the tea almost undrinkable. But one visitor, named Olivia, rather enjoyed it. SHe said that she had never tasted anything so great.

Soon after, Holmes had to interview a suspect, and I was left alone with the visitors. I suppressed a shudder.

I walked in, and saw everyone but one had left to their lodgings. But that person was slumped over in a peculiar way…

I rushed to the door, and opened it just as Holmes ran in.

“Someone had been murdered.” I yelled.

“Oh, really. So have 15 other people today.” Holmes replied.

Then he saw the dead body in the library. He ran in.

“It was poison. It was drunk, probably the teacup was poisoned, and she is named Olivia. The murderer is here, and, sadly, the teacup was smashed. No fingerprints could be there anymore.” Holmes said, and walked out the door.

I found it odd that peculiar visitors should come just before a murderer of one of their own. Who was responsible? I had a feeling that I should take a vacation to the country, and visit family, but a morbid compulsion demanded that I stay until justice could be demanded.

We sat down to dinner, and Holmes was on time, for once. We tried to keep a lifeless conversation, but gave up. The visitors retired early, and Holmes, and I talked to Holmes about the day. It was odd. But a form flung open the door. It was one of the visitors, and we both turned.

“I am Evil Devin, and I murdered Olivia. I can tell you who hired me. It was-” The form said, and was stopped. A bang echoed into the room, and Evil Devin fell down, dead. I ran outside. There was nobody.

Holmes knew we both knew what killed the… thing. Holmes and I never fell asleep that night. What had Holmes done? Two murderers? What madness.

SO COOL! It really reminds me of Sherlock Holmes.

Amazing! Thank you so much for this Gared. I was so sad when I read your CaC thread. Will you stop by every once and a while like Mei?

Gared, that was awesome! I haven't read your writing before and really enjoyed this. Will be looking forward to the next post