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The Science of Deduction, Friday - 9/3
When all the students had finished filing into class, they might notice a man sitting at the teacher's desk, busy on his mobile phone. Presumably, their esteemed teacher. Esteemed.
Yes.
"This is the Science of Deduction," he said, not looking up from whatever he was working on. For all they knew, it was a rousing game of Tetris. "If you're uncertain as to whether or not you belong here or if you are only in this class to make your parents leave you alone, the answer is no. The door is to your right. I'm sure we'd all appreciate you leave before you waste our time. I know I will."
There was a pause as he waited for anyone to take that offer. It was the kind thing to do, right?
"Let's begin with me saying that I'd rather not be teaching you," Sherlock said, closing the phone and placing it on the desk. Brutal honesty was always the best when dealing with teenagers. Really. "I have it on good authority that I'm not good at dealing with children or idiots. Both of which are in the room at the moment. Outside the classroom as well, but we're not focusing on that at the moment."
He shrugged because what could you do?
"My name is Sherlock Holmes and yes, I am already aware that I share a name and an alarming number of characteristics with a fellow from Victorian England. Any comments about it and you will be assisting me with my experiments. Always pleased to have live subjects for a change."
Oh, if only that was a lie.
"So, let's begin, shall we?"
Yes.
"This is the Science of Deduction," he said, not looking up from whatever he was working on. For all they knew, it was a rousing game of Tetris. "If you're uncertain as to whether or not you belong here or if you are only in this class to make your parents leave you alone, the answer is no. The door is to your right. I'm sure we'd all appreciate you leave before you waste our time. I know I will."
There was a pause as he waited for anyone to take that offer. It was the kind thing to do, right?
"Let's begin with me saying that I'd rather not be teaching you," Sherlock said, closing the phone and placing it on the desk. Brutal honesty was always the best when dealing with teenagers. Really. "I have it on good authority that I'm not good at dealing with children or idiots. Both of which are in the room at the moment. Outside the classroom as well, but we're not focusing on that at the moment."
He shrugged because what could you do?
"My name is Sherlock Holmes and yes, I am already aware that I share a name and an alarming number of characteristics with a fellow from Victorian England. Any comments about it and you will be assisting me with my experiments. Always pleased to have live subjects for a change."
Oh, if only that was a lie.
"So, let's begin, shall we?"
Re: Talk to the Teacher
For my office.
SH
Since John would probably have a problem with just wandering into the school when Sherlock needed him.
Re: Talk to the Teacher
Well, I think customs would have a few questions about me dragging along a skull. You'll have to do without.
John
Or find a replacement, God help him.
Re: Talk to the Teacher
And just how am I supposed to deal with these hormonal balls of idiocy without it?
SH
Re: Talk to the Teacher
John
After a second or so, another message followed.
Don't break the students.
John
Re: Talk to the Teacher
SH.
Yes, John. Sherlock was the one saying this.
Re: Talk to the Teacher
John
Re: Talk to the Teacher
Yes.
SH
Re: Talk to the Teacher
John