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[wise_ass]

[April 30]

Dr. Lauren Lewis comes to Cuthbert Allgood with a troubling development. Once a peacekeeper (but of late, a wastrel), Bert feels a call to step up and, well, keep some peace.

[HERE | Contains hot chocolate & comfort.]

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Bert goes for a walk after his talk with Lauren and runs into Sharon Carter, who's having some megrims of her own. They make a stalwart attempt at distracting themselves, first with sport and then a little holiday before realizing that troubles always come home to roost.

[HERE | Diversion & vodka. ]

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Bert finally heads to up to have some palaver with Klaus Mikaelson on the matter of compulsion. Things are polite, civilized, and full of barely concealed loathing.

[HERE| Bourbon & strife.]

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Quite tightly wound after his conversation, Bert runs into Caroline Forbes and decides he might as well make it two for two. It goes better... but not by much.

[HERE| Tea & sympathy.]

It's 3AM: do you know where YOUR sociopaths are?

[highfunctioning]

"Work." Sherlock urged under his breath as he attached the electrode to the surface of the plate. It was almost a warning. He'd found what was really the simplest possible solution after several days of fruitless experimentation, but he was having some trouble putting the theory into action. Not Sherlock himself, per se, but millions of lazy blood cells and faulty nanorobotics. Did they really break down so easily? Sherlock meant to have a word with the manufacturers.

When the first person joined him in the lab [really, they might have just arrived or been there for hours, for all the attention he was paying], Sherlock was hurling a petri dish against the opposite wall with a wordless cry of rage.

It was the second test batch he'd ruined, and the supplies were quite limited. The stakes being life and death didn't really factor into things for Sherlock; failing to solve any puzzle was equally maddening.

Backdated to March 5th.

[born_guilty]

[March 5, early evening]

Q: What's better than a trip to Jurassic Park that results in a couple of M1911s and enough mags to fill a backpack?

A: A doting henchman to break 'em in with.

[HERE]