A Week in Rural Scotland

[rainne]

Thank you for joining us here in picturesque Glen Macalie, on the shore of Loch Leven in the Grampian Mountains of Scotland. We welcome you to the campus of the Glen Macalie School for Girls and hope that you will enjoy your stay.


This week will largely be unstructured; you are welcome to investigate the castle (which dates back to 1237 CE) and the nearby village of Glen Macalie. Some resources which will be available to you include:

In the castle:
Comprehensive Library
Modern Kitchens
State of the art Training/Exercise Room
Extensively landscaped grounds and gardens
Horseback Riding
Fishing
Hiking

In the village:
Shopping
Pubs and restaurants
Museum
Historical buildings
Golf

We ask only that you take care to observe the following rules:

1) Please do not leave campus near or after dark.
2) Venturing too far outside after dark, even on campus, is not guaranteed to be safe. You do so at your own risk.
3) There will be occasional evening events. Participation in these events should be considered of minor risk; however, anyone taking part should endeavor to follow all directions to ensure his or her safety.

If you have any questions, please feel free to see Mr. Giles or Ms. Summers.

Comments

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

*Frowns when he realizes Mycroft is here. Officially he's still dead, so his brother can't see him, which makes things more complicated.*

*lurks in a corner, so he isn't noticed*

~Sherlock

((He faked his death at the end of season 2, and there's not been a season 3 yet because filming doesn't start until March.))

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*notices him and scurries over*

Um... can I talk to you?

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

*hisses*

What are you doing here? What is my brother doing here?

~Sherlock

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*leans in and whispers* I think he's... meeting someone here. *doesn't know how to say that it's Lestrade and it's sort of a date*

I was invited and I came. I've been taking vacations since... *bites her lip*

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Meeting someone? He's...

Oh. My. God.

My brother is here to have sex. Must delete.

~Sherlock

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*shifts uncomfortably*

We should, um, talk about something that's going to bother you more.

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

What could bother me more than Mycroft's sex life?

~Sherlock

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*blurts it out* He knows you're alive. And John. They both know.

*looks down, unable to meet his eyes*

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

*pales*

They can't. They can't know. All this is for nothing if anything happens to them.

*really looks at Molly for the first time since the conversation started*

You slept with John.

~Sherlock

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*looks up at him, eyes wide and teary* I'm so sorry. That they know and that I slept with him.

He's not actually interested in me.

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

If he's truly not interested he's a fool.

You're better than anyone he's ever been with and he's better than anyone you've ever been with.

It wouldn't be intolerable.

~Sherlock, who's clueless to human emotions, obviously

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Not better than anyone he's ever been with. *looks into his eyes and wills him to understand for once*

- Molly, who wishes he weren't so clueless about this ONE thing

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

John's not gay. He's said as much enough times.

~Sherlock

((And thanks to mafia, he has a crush on Fiona, but he doesn't know what all the emotions he's feeling means.))

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*notices him hanging out in a corner, alone*

*laughs a little to herself*

Maybe you should try making friends this time, instead of lurking in the corner.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I can't.

My brother is here and I'm dead. He can't see me.

~Sherlock

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*arches a brow*

You're dead? I don't think so buddy. Even your arch nemesis or whatever the fuck you call him, being here, is not an excuse for you to skulk in the shadows.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Legally, I'm dead. I faked my own suicide.

~Sherlock

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

What the hell would you do that for? Shit gets hard sometimes, but you don't get to just check out.

*can only think of cleaning up her mom's blood after she tried to commit suicide*

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I didn't have a choice.

If it didn't appear that I jumped off the roof then John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson would have been murdered.

I can't come back until Moriarty's men are all dead. And they're not yet.

~Sherlock

((In the original Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock played dead for three years. In my waiting for next season twitchiness I've several times said things along the lines of "Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss if you stick to the whole three years thing, I will fly out to England and kill you myself."))

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*grins a little*

So you did a good thing?

*she looks away*

You don't know how hard it is to be the one that's being left behind. Don't be surprised if they're pissed at you when you come clean.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

You know from personal experience.

~Sherlock

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do. *nods* ((I wish I could do gifs from my tablet but there's no copy/paste function on nook tablet...I have a perfect one that's her saying "Everybody always leaves."))

Everybody leaves eventually. My mom tried to kill herself this last Thanksgiving.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

That was... selfish of her.

~Sherlock

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Yeah. She's got her own shit going on though. She's bipolar and hardly ever stays on her meds. She crashes hard.

I don't know. I just remember looking at her while she was bleeding all over the kitchen floor and just thinking about how it wasn't fucking fair. You know. She comes home, gets caught up in it all, stops taking her meds, takes some drugs, screws dad, makes babies. And then just goes. Leaves me her family to raise.

And five days. Five fucking days of doing what I do all the time, and she slits her wrists. She gets to just go. And the kids are watching. And once again, I have to clean up her fucking mess. That's what I was thinking while she was maybe dying. About how I was going to manage to make this alright for those kids. About how mad I was that she put me in that position.

I'm guessing that makes me pretty selfish too.

It wasn't until much later that I actually felt sad.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

You're not selfish, Fiona.

~Sherlock