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[brokenbird]

Who: Apartment Justice + visitors
When: Day 19, night
Where: Apt C
What: :\

[So did you have a justice-y and busy day, guys]

Comments

[depraved]

Tower. Palace. Estate. I like estate.

[evenimprobable]

Ah, estate does sound better.

[depraved]

We had several.

[evenimprobable]

[blink]

Did you?

[depraved]

Yes. Mycroft is influential, even if he never does anything.

[evenimprobable]

And yet you preferred Baker Street.

[depraved]

Well, I never said I needed one.

[evenimprobable]

Estates seem too big and boring anyway. Aren't most of them outside of the main part of the city?

[depraved]

There are some that exist within London as well, though I cannot say if it'll remain that way for long.

[evenimprobable]

It doesn't, but it's still a beautiful city. I had the chance to go once - though I didn't really get to enjoy most of what's there, unfortunately.

[depraved]

Why, what were you doing?

[evenimprobable]

Ah . . . either hiding from Ran or working on a case. . . . or both.

I did get to see Baker Street, though.

[depraved]

Really? It was still standing?

[evenimprobable]

Of course. It had been set up to look like your home - sort of like a museum, of sorts.

[depraved]

. . . A museum.

[evenimprobable]

[shrugs a bit]

I did say you were popular.

[depraved]

Popularity is one thing, but that's just absurd.

[evenimprobable]

[. . . time to have fun with this]

What, the idea of people coming in and sitting in what's modeled as your favorite chair pretending to be you is absurd?

[depraved]

Entirely.

[evenimprobable]

Hmm.

It is a comfortable chair, though.

[depraved]

. . .

[evenimprobable]

[. . . s-snickers, then bursts out laughing]

[depraved]

Utter nonsense.

[evenimprobable]

Yes, yes, we mere mortals do ridiculous things sometimes.

[depraved]

Yes. That's the clause isn't it?