meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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I LOL'D.

[the_new_sexy]

If there were cases in my life, I wouldn't need to resort to these fourth-wall-breaking tactics, Mycroft.

[feuds]

Oh, yes. Wait one moment, Sherlock, I'll arrange for a serial killer for your entertainment in just a second.

[All of the sarcasm, Sherlock.]

You have to be courteous to the fourth wall, Sherlock.

It's very delicate and sensitive about these matters.

[pulling_rank]

[John won't stand there waiting for a response, he honestly doesn't expect much of one from Sherlock in this case. The ridiculous feud between the two of them was absurd at the best of times, and this certainly would not be considered best.

He heads into the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and a bottle of scotch from Christmas. He pours a small one, looks at it, and pours a larger one.

If this keeps up, he may well join Mycroft in a drink as well. He comes out to them, and offers him the glass.]

I'm really very sorry about all of this.

[He knows Mycroft must be used to this sort of thing from his brother, but still, he feels the need to apologize.]

[the_new_sexy]

Don't apologize for me, John, there's nothing to apologize for.

[feuds]

[Mycroft is very much used to this, but the sentiment is nonetheless appreciated. In a way, it's almost what makes John so endearing to keep around Sherlock for. It does warm his heart to see Sherlock frustrate someone else for a change - and not in the typical manner of frustration, either. No, this sort of frustration is the frustration resulted from caring about Sherlock Holmes.

Mycroft would almost feel sorry for John, but he did warn him.

So kind of John. Mycroft accepted the glass.]

Should I be wounded that I didn't get an invitation for a Christmas dinner?

[pulling_rank]

[It is also the kind of frustration that results in splitting headaches, and yet they survive. John smiles as he takes the glass, at the ready with the bottle having been brought out with him as he left the kitchen. His brow furrowed as he caught his question, and he frowned.]

We all just assumed you were busy with-[Wait, no, think about who you're doing a flat share with, John. He gives a scowl, and turns narrowed eyes onto his flatmate.]

Mrs. Hudson and I were up all night working on those invitations, Sherlock. There was one in there for Mycroft. I know there was because I was trying to get the glitter out of my clothing for hours afterward.

[feuds]

[Mycroft rolled his eyes. Of course Sherlock was responsible. His brother was juvenile enough to. In fact, this was far from the first time that Sherlock's done this sort of thing.

Headaches, indeed.]

I can't say that I'm surprised. It's so very him, wouldn't you say?

[Unlike Sherlock, Mycroft is mature enough to take it in stride. At least he had a nice bottle of scotch and some decent company to share his Sherlock-induced frustration and misery with, for once.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.]

Glitter?

[pulling_rank]

[John reaches up with his free hand to rub at his temple. He can feel the beginnings of a headache just now, he thinks.]

Yes, glitter. We made all the invitations by hand. Mrs. Hudson found a tutorial thing online and wanted to test it out and see if we could make something nice as a keepsake sort of card. Obviously, it was too boring for Sherlock to help with, outside of-[And really, he's just raising his voice to annoy his flatmate.]-Screening our guests!

[Yes, okay, he's going to go back into the kitchen and procure himself a glass. He's going to need one. He sees one of the first attempts at a card, it isn't very good, but it's still sitting on the table. He grabs it, tucks it under his arm and heads back out.]

There, that's the general idea of it. [He shifts to set the bottle in the crook of his arm at his side, and holds out the glittery paper card.]

I would not advise touching it, or even looking at it wrong. Glitter. Clothes. Hours.

[the_new_sexy]

It was my party, too. And I really only wanted one gift.

[And that would be NOT to spend it with his brother. Of course, that didn't happen in the end.]