[network] @theiceman; Audio, Night 363 [open] [cw cannibalism, gore]

[holmesice]

I think it's high time an answer is found to a pressing question, and I will not rest until I find the solution:

Which one of you idiots ate my finger?

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[holmesice]

On the contrary, I've acquired useful information. I'm that much closer to my goal.

[thewarningafter]

What goal? And don't bullshit me that it's a secret; if it were a secret you wouldn't bring it up.

[holmesice]

My goal of finding out who ate my finger, of course. Simple, I thought even you wouldn't have missed that.

[thewarningafter]

...Finding out who did what?!

[Someone ate Mycroft's finger? This is news to Stephen. It was news to him five minutes ago, too, but he'd had a moment then to compose himself.]

[holmesice]

[...it honestly takes him a second, he's so baffled.

Ah. Death price, no doubt.]

Amusing. You'd think you'd leave a message to yourself to stay off the network until that was resolved.

[It's actually not amusing at all, it was horrifying when Sherlock went through it.]

[thewarningafter]

...What are you--

[Note? Why would he have a note about staying off the network aww crap there's a note on his hand. There's a moment of shuffling as Stephen pushes his sleeve up to read, and--]

Shit.

[holmesice]

And there's the message.

[thewarningafter]

Go screw yourself.

[Enjoy being hung up on, Mycroft. He wants to have this iteration of his ongoing existential crisis in private, thank you.]