Team Anthea 2011

• deastrumquodvicis
• timeladychancellor
• Shanzay
• Freya
• Maayan

johnlockparty:

By: deastrumquodvicis (Team Anthea)

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johnlockparty:

Our first ever Johnlock Party has been such a huge success, thanks to all of you that participated! We have some unbelievable entries, and we can’t wait to share them with you all.

The scores for the final day only, Day 7, are: (Bonus Points are in the parenthesis) 

1. Team Orange (Mycroft) - 34 + (52) = 86

2. Team Pink (Molly) - 23 + (61) = 84

2. Team Green (Anthea) - 27 + (38) = 65

3. Team Purple (Mrs. Hudson) - 15 + (43) = 58

4. Team Blue (Lestrade) - 13 + (30) = 43

5. Team Red (Moriarty) - 23 + (12) = 35

The total scores overall for the entire week are:

1. Team Orange (Mycroft) = 232

2. Team Pink (Molly) = 230

3. Team Green (Anthea) = 207

4. Team Purple (Mrs. Hudson) = 180

5. Team Red (Moriarty) = 166

6. Team Blue (Lestrade) = 141

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So, Congrats Team Mycroft! You have won our week-long Johnlock Party!

The members that contributed include: 

timeladychancellor  

bowtiesandbamfs

gentlemanofquality

timelady221b 

benedictosaurus

holmesandwatson 

theroyalembrace

ninjafairycakes 

havetardiswilltravel

butterscotchcumberbum

glasssoul

officerkrupklaine 

rachel4revenge

chicbandgeek

matureandresponsible 

shakespearwasaflirt 

mesita

shinypower

riotkiwi 

And an extremely close second place goes to Team Molly as well! Congrats you guys, for contributing so much to us in a fearsome return! :D

Again, we’d like to thank every single other individual in remaining teams, and remind you all that some of your works will be selected to go into the “Our Favorites” Section, because their quality is not ranked by these scores!

We hope you’ll join us in our future events that we’re planning on doing, and enjoy them every bit as much as you enjoyed this one!

Finally, the lovely mods for this party were:

le main: Shanzay (me)

the lovely: Freya

our originator: Maayan

So thank you to you guys as well!

We love you all, and hope you’ll all indulge in the submissions as exultantly as we did! ^^

Congrats to Team Mycroft who won it…LIKE A BOSS!

Congrats to Team Molly as well for the silver; those bonus rounds did wonders for you!

And we get the bronze!

Looking forward to the next one!

for the transcendentalist/romanticism bonus prompt

                Jim Moriarty sat upon the throne.  It was good to know he could overcome the whole world from his little throne room.  The flames licked at the chair and he wasn’t bothered by that one bit.  His topknot fluttered in the heat-breeze.  He was the Firelord and it felt good.

                “My lord,” said his right-hand man Sebastian Moran, a very capable firebender in his own right, but nowhere near Moriarty’s abilities.  “There are rumours of assassins with designs on your life.”

                “They won’t get to me,” Moriarty said confidently.  “No one ever has and no one ever will.”

                But he was wrong.  At that exact instant the doors flew open and a small brigade of Earthbenders entered, lead by Greg Lestrade.  One of the palace guard threw his helmet down and somehow Moriarty realized that it was Sherlock Holmes, the famous Waterbender.  As the other guards fought one-on one with the Earthbenders, Sebastian fighting Sherlock’s assistant John, the two great minds stood and faced one another.

                Fire Lord Moriarty stared his opponent down, dark eyes blazing.  “I will burn the heart out of you,” he spat.

                Sherlock smiled.  “Oh, I don’t think so,” he said, and then the battle began.  Sherlock was a strong enough waterbender that he could freeze the moisture in the atmosphere and turn it into sharp ice shrapnel.  Moriarty retorted by melting the ice, but in doing so with a fire-bubble, lowered his guard and was knocked to the floor by a swift kick from behind from John.  Sebastian had gone for Sherlock.

                The battle raged for what felt like hours—earth and water against fire, and then Moriarty decided enough was enough.  He felt the lightning flow through him and out into Sherlock, who fell down with a yelp.

                “No!” yelled John, and his Earthbending powers increased tenfold, the ground shaking and the floor quite literally swallowing Moriarty and Moran.  All the other Fire Nation guards surrendered then, their leaders gone.  John ran over to where Sherlock lay semiconscious and in pain.

                “Sherlock,” he said.  “Sherlock, can you hear me?”

                “You’re shouting,” Sherlock whispered with considerable effort.  “How can I not hear you?”

                “Lestrade, go get Molly,” John ordered.  Normally it was not his place to command the Detective Inspector, but this was an exception.  Molly entered, her healing waters ready, and soothed Sherlock’s wound.  He winced as the liquid touched his burned flesh, but then smiled as the bliss of healing overtook him.  He was peacefully asleep, with the Fire Lord and his second defeated.  All was well.

Hamartia (BONUS ROUND, hamartia/fatal flaw; deastrumquodvicis and look guys it's a song!)

Sherlock Holmes was trying new things out of boredom.  What could he do now?  He decided to do something he’d never done, not even as a child.  He stood on the couch and tried to jump to the chair.

John came in from downstairs.  “What the hell are you doing?”

“The floor is lava, John.”

“What?”

“The floor.  Is.  Lava.  And you’re dead.”

John just stared.  “Are you seriously playing that?”

“I don’t talk to corpses.”

“Yes, you do.”

Sherlock leapt to the other chair which reclined and then toppled.  “John, my boat is sinking.”

“That’s…nice.”  John wasn’t sure how to treat this new development.

“Honestly, John, get on the couch before you die again.”

With a scowl, John reluctantly agreed, taking off his shoes.

“There isn’t time for that!”

John sat on the couch and finished removing his shoes.  “I can’t believe that you talked me into this.”

“Move.  I’m coming that way.”  Sherlock jumped but his sock slipped on the table and he fell flat on his back, knocking himself out.  John rushed over to him, but Sherlock was already waking up.

“Blast,” he said.

“What?”

“I fell in the lava.”

Big Brother is Watching You (BONUS ROUND; Dystopia/dystopian themes; deastrumquodvicis)