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Raising himself back up slightly, Sherlock momentarily took his eyes off the body as he answered his sister’s queries. “Victim has seemingly kept her physical appearance in relatively good condition, suggesting some sort of beautician or model. Unlikely to be a high flying excutive or such like with a taste for professional beauty treatment, the way the make up has been applied and her hair done is too quirky and bold for someone working in an office.” His gaze briefly swept back to her neck and fingers before he looked back at his sister again, also noting the slight tan of the body’s skin.

“Slight tan suggests recent ventures abroad, but not recent enough to retain much of the effects of tanning. The spread of tans and tan lines says it was a holiday rather than a work engagement, and lack of tan lines on the fingers and around the neck suggest that she wasn’t wearing any jewellery of the sort that might have given by been a boyfriend or significant other and worn regularly, or a wedding ring. Likely unattached, then.” Noting how Scarlett’s eyes kept flickering towards the strange markings on the body’s back, he quickly moved on.

“Markings on the back form a pattern resembling the number ‘six’ like on a dice. Seem deliberate, so it’s likely the killer put them there. Since the other bodies apparently have similar markings, and they aren’t consecutively numbered, it could be some sort of cipher or code for unlocking something. Molly, are there any links between the victims?’ he queried, sharply whipping around to face the pathologist.

She watched as molly brought the bodies out. Watching silently, becoming more and more curious as time went on. She sensed Sherlock’s eyes on her, instantly knowing what he was doing. She didn’t say anything and walked towards Molly instead. Wondering if she had gotten over the shock that Sherlock had a sister. Waiting patiently for her to unzip the bag to reveal the body.

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Immediately he set his eyes upon the body, examining it intensely to find out more.

Female, probably mid thirties, likely a beautician or model of some sort going from the rather immaculate hands and a face that shows signs of well placed make up from when they were still alive. So far so obvious.

Sherlock's gaze gradually brought him down to the lower back, where as Molly has previously informed him there were a series of markings.

Six markings, dice pattern. Likely deliberate. Murder, then. But what meaning do they hold? A body count? No, not a consecutive number pattern on the bodies yet. Not unless more are waiting to be discovered. A countdown perhaps? Unlikely too unless more bodies are found to create a consecutive number pattern.

...Oh. Maybe a code of some sort. But for what? No way to tell without finding out any links the vicitiims might have had before they were killed.

‘They- Just stored them away. I’ll- I’ll get them, back in a bit.’ Molly mumbled, still needing a moment to take the fact that Sherlock had a sister in. She softly shook her head as she walked out of the examining room to get the bodies, trying to shake it off. ‘Anyway- as I said. They’re a bit odd. They have -ehm, dice-like marks on them. I- I think the Yard already started a case on them but I’m not completely sure. Greg -ehm, Greg said they were really busy at the moment so, I’m not sure …’ the pathologist quietly rambled on as she wheeled one of the bodies back into the actual mortuary, getting it on the slab.

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Mycroft recently brought to my attention some... Developments in relation to you. Rather belatedly perhaps, but I thought this might be deserving of my attention.

After all, he rarely deigns it necessary to contact me about things these days unless they're of significance or he wants something. And going from how you seem troubled to see me, I think the latter is true here.

Mr.Brook, this way please.

There is something I wish to discuss.

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Recent disappearance

Mycroft has somehow managed to find the time to keep me very busy, making me seem to have disappeared. Perhaps his lack of priority would explain how there's been so many Olympics shambles.

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He kept playing and playing, eccentrically fiddling away alongside the sound of his sister's voice. Of course, he was used to just standing there playing the evening away like this, but never with company throughout the entire duration of his musical solos. It was hardly expected that Scarlett would keep up, as he kept playing beyond the effects of the magic.

These days he more often than not played whilst he was thinking rather than for pleasure or entertainment purposes, having not really much consideration of the enjoyment of such things that others considered necessary. Noting how (suprisingly to him) pleasurable this was, he secretly thought that perhaps he would like to explore this path further, should his sister allow it.

Picking up the violin delicately, he headed over to the window, readying the bow on the string. “Well so should you - might as well make the most of the situation, wouldn’t you agree?” he replied, making a few experimental strokes on the violin.

“Care for a sing-a-long, sister?” And with that he began to play.

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He wasn't quite expecting Scarlett to be so nostalgic, but it pleased him to hear her sing like this with him. It wasn't something she'd done in a while, although he remembered she'd briefly attempted to sing to his violin playing once or twice during her earlier years.

A glimmer of a smile flashed across his face as he listened to his sister's voice. Briefly glancing round at his sister (who seemed to be putting an actually secretly heartwarming amount of effort into this), he finished elaborately, suddenly moving on to a new song.

“Indeed, and why might that be?” he queried, catching a glimpse of his sister’s computer screen. He read what he could see before his sister could stop him - the bemused expression on his face suddenly becoming one of intrigue.

Turning away, he started to walk over to his violin. “Ah. Well perhaps if you have no choice but to sing, then is some music in order?” he murmurred with a small smirk.

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Picking up the violin delicately, he headed over to the window, readying the bow on the string. "Well so should you - might as well make the most of the situation, wouldn't you agree?" he replied, making a few experimental strokes on the violin.

"Care for a sing-a-long, sister?" And with that he began to play.

Sherlock whirled around, slightly suprised to hear his sister singing. A look of bemusement spread across his face as he listened to her converse in song.

“Scarlett, now really isn’t a good time to reminisce your choir girl days.”

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"Indeed, and why might that be?" he queried, catching a glimpse of his sister's computer screen. He read what he could see before his sister could stop him - the bemused expression on his face suddenly becoming one of intrigue.

Turning away, he started to walk over to his violin. "Ah. Well perhaps if you have no choice but to sing, then is some music in order?" he murmurred with a small smirk.

Sherlock whirled around, slightly suprised to hear his sister singing. A look of bemusement spread across his face as he listened to her converse in song.

“Scarlett, now really isn’t a good time to reminisce your choir girl days.”

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Sherlock whirled around, slightly suprised to hear his sister singing. A look of bemusement spread across his face as he listened to her converse in song.

"Scarlett, now really isn't a good time to reminisce your choir girl days."

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Currently minimal self interest in the Olympics. Only watching out of the insistence of others. Might use it to refine deduction skills in relation to sportsmanship and participation in certain sports to make it more bearable.

-SH

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Mr.Brook, this way please.

There is something I wish to discuss.

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Speed of conversation is irrevelant Alice, as long as you can still understand what is being said.

And it's hardly unused, Mrs.Hudson lives down there! Would you have us oust our own landlady from the premises?

I won’t put anything on anything never again because you manage to ruin my appetite every single day with those disgusting experiments of yours.

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Don't be ridiculous, there's no reason to not eat things unless you've either inadvertantly contimated them or it's an experiment. And I trust you have enough sense not to try to eat human entrails...

Fortunately for you, John managed to save the milk this time. But this sort of behaviour is exactly why he doesn't trust you in the kitchen when I'm working.

Oh but you know fathers and their concerns…

Were the thumbs in the fridge also an experiment or are you now a cannibal?

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Reblog this if it's okay to remind you to reply to an RP.

Please remind me, I often get lost and such, I just want to know if it’s okay with others so that I do not feel like a burden on you all.

And if I don’t answer/reply to our threads then that means Tumblr ate your message. I always answer everyone but Tumblr’s stupid sometimes.

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Impatiently, he seized the oppurtunity. Grabbing the zipper on the body bag of the first of the bodies, he delicately pushed it open.

Upon laying eyes on the body, his eyes glimmered with fierce excitement as a single word of intrigument fell from his lips.

'Ohhh...'

She watched quietly as Sherlock spoke. Letting him take over and do the talking. While he talked, She let her eyes wander around the room again. Observing The things she had missed before. Also wondering where the bodies they were supposed to be examining were. After he had finished speaking, she looked back at Molly. Waiting for her reply.

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Pleasantly surprised by his sister’s desire to not be distracted by the encounter - and slightly bemused by the awkwardness of the situation - he seized the oppurtunity.

“Yes, the bodies. Where are they Molly?” he queried as he spun himself round to get a better look at his surroundings, in the unlikely event that he’d missed something.

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Yes, a slightly contagious one. I hope you haven't put the milk in that tea of yours next to them again.

I can’t blame him, personally. The short one with the long red hair cleary does drugs (minute residue traces left over, apparently not very good at hiding it); goodness knows what the rest are like.