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[evilmagician430]

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for VT/taleblr in general i think a lot of lemon demon's discography fits it well, especially the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny. and the next dimension. both of these songs are kind of homestuck-y too now that i think about it

sibling rivalry by pup is a really good acachalla family song, as well as kids by the same artist.

similarly i think touch tone telephone and ancient aliens are good P.I.E. songs.

i actually have full playlists for some characters- some on my youtube page, and some are kind of just in my head. if i had to narrow down the songs for each character it would be like this

toast - evacuate the dancefloor by cascada, i am not a robot by marina and the diamonds, kaleidoskull by lemon demon, ravers in the UK, take it off by ke$ha, are you satisfied by marina and the diamonds, so its like half sad amv music and half music i think he would actually listen to. people forget hes not just some prim and proper brit, hes also a hard drinking party boy.

ghost- problems by mother mother, bloodeater by mom/girls rituals/cats millionaire/devi mccallion, flight of the crows by jhariah, oh oh oh sexy vampire by disko warp, jerma meatgrinder remix??(if this also includes jimmy casket songs) haunted by laura les, and uh fuck it bad blood by creature feature. and ofc secret by the pierces.

maddiefriend - crazy town by marz mitzi, doktorspiele, best friend by toy-box, prescription by msi, bill watterson by lemon demon, weird science by oingo boingo, serial contraption of malice by ghostie-p, and magical doctor by maretu.

sally - the end by lil uzi vert and babymetal, gimme chocolate by babymetal, mommy's little monsters by creature feature, dead bodies everywhere by korn, IT GIRL by aliyah's interlude, ready to die by andrew w.k., chu chu lovely muni muni mura mura, little girls by oingo boingo, barbie girl, when i grow up by the pussycat dolls, etc.

sue - woof woof by arthur, i cant handle change by roar, 1989 by msi, entomologists (original version) by ghost/ghostie-p/marz mitzi (i forget how they went by at the time of releasing that song), good news by the garden, my alcoholic friends by the dresden dolls, bloody mary-kate and ashley by pup, and ummm no specific song but i think she would listen to korn

billy - fin fin come and see him, butterfly by smile.dk, girl you need a shot of b12, september dark planet by arthur, walking by steampianist, still feel by half alive, gangnam style nightcore by psy, lego racers ost main menu and also the building mode music, boyfriend by big time rush, tbh i just get a lot of eurodance and boyband vibes from him. there are SOME songs that make me think of him in like an amv way but not many

sadly i must admit gertrude and papa i dont imagine amvs of them often. to any songs. except maybe aim for the head by creature feature, i feel like thats a gertrude song. same w spooker chris and any other characters i didnt mention. i simply do not think of them that much while im listening to music. sad!

spencer (main course - i have an entire playlist for him but i'll try to trim it down in this post) - karkat's theme from the homestuck ost, black hole by steampianist, eighth wonder by lemon demon, cabinet man by lemon demon, evil me by arthur, september by the living tombstone i think? the brony song. welcome to kitty city by cyriak, cat hacks by lemon demon, the machine by lemon demon, the blind prophet from the homestuck ost, the 'you are an idiot!' song from that one computer virus, the first watamote ending song, want you gone from portal 2, waiting for the world to end by mother mother, buried alive by creature feature, stupid stupid world by talking kitty cat, weekly shonen bye-bye by pinocchio-p, alphys from the undertale ost, ode to crayola by lemon demon, just monika from the ddlc ost, not safe from the off ost, christmas kids by roar, here we are from the undertale ost, awoken by h8 seed ft woodentoaster, hole-dwelling by kikuo, amygdala's ragdoll by ghost, faget by korn, evolution by korn, and oxidation and dream monsters by ghostie-p. boom. thats basically the meat of my spencer playlist.

i just remembered i also have a cywren caster playlist but im gonna limit myself to gmod roleplay characters cause im tired of typing and i dont think anyone cares anyways. if u do though check my youtube channel O.K. much love bye

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[illuminating-dragons]

By Any Name (6/11): Vienna

Chapter Summary:  Vienna is most famous for its music, but John and Sherlock are going to a concert for mystery, not Mozart.

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A weekend in Vienna in early spring might be some people’s ideal.

John was playing someone like that, but he wasn’t happy about it.

Vienna was certainly lovely, but it seemed like the city shut down on the weekend. Their hotel wasn’t far from the city centre, but they’d been walking twenty minutes and had seen only half a dozen people.

“Is everyone dead…Professor?” he asked under his breath.

Sherlock, sporting an impressively terrible mustache and an outrageous hat, snorted. “Clearly your first time. Don’t worry. We’ll be engulfed by the masses quite soon.”

John looked at the map for the tenth time. “We’re getting close to the centre at least.”

“And to the concert!”

John nodded attentively, trying to look enthusiastic. After all, ‘Thomas’ was thrilled about this opportunity. A Belgian music student, his thesis supervisor Professor Dean had kindly offered to take him to Vienna to explore the musical history sites and take in a few concerts.

John was waiting for Sherlock to understand the joke with the names. He wasn’t holding out much hope.

What they were actually doing was trying to discover how the pickpockets who frequented Mozart concerts were linked to the woman with the funny hat who did YouTube reviews of Viennese opera performances. Sherlock assured him that not only were they linked together, they were all linked in some way to the Network.

John dearly, dearly wanted to call bollocks on that, but he couldn’t prove they weren’t, either. After all, Moriarty had been frighteningly insane, not to mention the top consulting criminal in Europe. Why wouldn’t he branch out if given the chance?

But YouTube?

Ah well. Sherlock was still the expert, and John didn’t hate Vienna. It was a lovely city, and the opera they’d been to the night before was surprisingly tolerable now that he understood German. It would have been more fun if they'd had better seats, but Thomas was a student, and he wasn’t going to let his prof pay for everything. He bought the tickets as a treat, and Professor Dean graciously accepted.

It didn’t hurt that damehelga89 (yes, that was her actual username. John was curious about the other 88 people who wanted that name) always sat in the cheap seats too. She wasn’t there that night, but Sherlock explained later that he knew that going in. As though that made any sense at all, John grumbled to himself.

Now they were headed for a concert in the Mozarthaus to scope out the pickpockets. John enjoyed Mozart whenever Sherlock played it, so he knew he’d be able to focus. He was starting to worry they’d be attending the concert alone, though…

Until they crossed the road and ran into Europe.

Not just Europe; half the population of North America seemed to be here too, along with a smattering from every other continent. John felt a brief moment of panic as he stared down the busy street, the crowd broken only by statues. He was familiar with London’s bustle, but this…this was unbelievable.

“Stay close, keep your eyes fixed forward and your hands on your pockets.”

John sighed. “I know…”

“If you do that we’ll be fine. The Mozarthaus is only a few blocks down.”

John shot a quick glance at Sherlock. “I know that too.”

“Then don’t be nervous. I’ve done this many times before.”

John didn’t bother arguing. He just started walking, Sherlock always a step in front of him, hands clamped firmly on his pockets. The crowd bustled around him, but he managed to avoid the most crushing places by keeping close to his ‘teacher’, who surged ahead confidently, never breaking stride even when they passed the enormous cathedral where many of the other tourists were headed.

Five minutes later they were inside the Mozarthaus, showing their tickets to a friendly man at a small card table. He showed them to the Sala Terrena.

John hadn’t been expecting much, but the room took his breath away. The walls and ceilings were covered in designs of fruits and flowers, with a few cherubs poking around here and there and some lovely people along the walls. The designs were simple but elegant, and John suddenly felt excited about the concert.

He looked up to see Sherlock lost in thought as he gazed at the walls. John smiled and let him look his fill. Clearly if Sherlock had ever been here before it was still worth looking again.

Finally 'Professor Dean' came back to himself. He shook his head slightly and directed John to their seats, nearly in the back. There were about twenty seats in the room, and though they were almost twenty minutes ahead of time it still felt odd.

He shouldn’t have worried. Every seat was taken in the next ten minutes, and John found himself behind two very tall people. He didn’t bother asking to switch with Sherlock; there wasn’t much point. It was a concert, and he could still hear. Besides, it was the people he was meant to be watching.

At last the performers came on stage—John knew from the program that it was a string quartet, though he could only see two violin bows waving in the air. There was a moment of tuning, silence, and then the music began.

A few minuets later, and John had nearly forgotten the case.

The music was lovely, as good as Sherlock when he actually tried. The acoustics were interesting, and people were actually behaving themselves and not taking pictures.

He was almost relaxed, but he did have the presence of mind to keep his eyes moving around the room. Everyone seemed to be of the harmless, elderly persuasion. That didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous, but John knew they could handle any problems. It was actually kind of nice to sit back and listen to music and let your eyes follow the patterns on the walls…

John frowned. There were patterns on the walls, all right, but there was also a pattern on the jacket of the woman in front of him. It was a jacket checked with red and blue, but there was something wrong in the middle…the pattern was off. There were too many blues together in one place, too many reds in another.

Eyebrows shooting up as he made the connection, John began to translate, dearly hoping that this was not another UMQRA situation.

No, it wasn’t. T…O…N..I…G…H…T.

John stifled a cry of triumph just in time. With half his mind still on the concert, he looked around the room, searching out other patterns. He found it in the scarf of a young man three rows up, and was shocked to see the exact same word spelled out along the fringe, still in red and blue.

He risked a quick glance at Sherlock and caught his smirk of triumph. He didn’t move, though, so John relaxed back against the chair and listened to the music.

They wove out of the crowd as fast as they could, blending into the falling shadows as they all but ran back to the hotel.

“Morse code in the clothes!” John said when they were finally locked in.

“Yes.” Sherlock had discarded the silly hat, but the mustache was still in place. “Brilliant way of communication; most people would just think it was a bad knitting job.”

“So that lot are in on it, but what have they got to do with the YouTube channel?” John asked.

Sherlock sat down. “Think, Thomas.”

John sat too. He thought for a moment.

“No, out loud.” Sherlock’s voice was stern.

John rolled his eyes. “As you wish, Professor…well, it definitely wasn’t an accident that two people had the same code in their clothes.”

“Three.”

“What?”

“There was a third near the front, but you couldn’t see her. Carry on.”

“Right. So…no coincidence, it was planned. I suppose it’s a sort of signal to the pickpockets to strike a particular group…maybe because they’re richer or something?”

“And how would they know that?”

“Same hotels? Similar restaurants? That leaves too much to chance though.” John paused. “Maybe it has to do with a schedule? No, no, if it did they wouldn’t have to be reminded.”

Sherlock leaned forward. “We’re looking at this the wrong way.”

“We?”

“Yes, yes, I’d reasoned that far by the time the concert was over.” Sherlock waved his hand impatiently. “And you’re correct, only the most idiotic of pickpockets would need reminders of a simple schedule. But say they do need a signal because they don’t actually know the schedule.”

John saw it all of a sudden, a clear path between a strange young girl obsessed with opera, a beautiful concert hall and the crush of people in the centre of an old city.

“It’s damehelga89!” he blurted out. “She’s setting the schedule through her videos…making it random enough to keep a pattern away from the police.”

Sherlock nodded, eyes bright with excitement. “And the people who watch the videos send the signals. The pickpockets may not even know how it’s being set.”

“They musn’t, otherwise why bother with the middlemen?” John agreed.

“But why have the middlemen?” Sherlock repeated the question. “Why are they important?”

John waited.

“That was a question, Thomas.”

“Oh. I thought you knew the answer. You were making the face.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “I maintain that there is no face. And besides, while I may know the answer I think you know too. Or you will in a moment. I have faith in you.” John was slightly embarrassed to see that he meant it.

John concentrated. Why bring more people into a scheme than necessary? Obviously they wouldn’t, so they must be necessary…

John saw Sherlock see the minute he understood, saw his friend’s lips curve into a smile.

“The middlemen are all tourists, aren’t they?”

Sherlock grinned. “Exactly. They’re coming from all over the EU, judging by their shoelaces.”

John didn’t even blink.

“So they watch these videos…” Sherlock prompted.

“And they know where to go for events, or concerts,” John finished. “And they’re careful enough to not leave too many traces. They probably pay in cash, travel by foot when they can, that sort of thing.”

“Lack of paper trail, any trail beyond a few easily disposed-of pieces of clothing and one small YouTube channel. They pick up the valuables from the thieves, take them home in their suitcases and sell them in another country.” Sherlock pressed his fingers together. “Elegant.”

“This can’t be all that lucrative though, can it?”

“That may not be the point.” Sherlock shrugged. “Maybe they’re just bored.”

John shook his head. “Well, where do we start?”

“I start by contacting…the Dean… and talking to him about looking at these people’s passports. They’re likely using legitimate documentation if it’s more about the intellectual challenge, and it would make it safer. You start by finding out how they’re communicating in the videos.”

John opened his laptop. “Alright. See you soon?”

“Text me when you find something.” Sherlock left the room, cramming his hat firmly over his curls as he did so.

John sat down at the desk and started listening to opera reviews. He was discouraged to find, several videos later, that there was absolutely nothing in the videos that was even remotely suspicious. Still, the first video lined up with the first pick-pocketing incident Sherlock had flagged as part of the pattern, and the others were within a week of each of the following ones. He was missing something.

Keep looking then. What else was part of a video? Adverts changed, ‘like’ numbers changed…

Then it hit him. Obvious.

It took him ten minutes to confirm his theory. He grabbed his phone.

Thomas to Professor: It’s the comment section.

Professor to Thomas: Explain.

Thomas to Professor: The coded responses are in long strings of comment replies that start with racist comments or with the ‘Bob’ meme.

Professor to Thomas: Good.

Thomas to Professor: You don’t know what Bob is, do you?

Professor to Thomas: You know. That’s sufficient. The Dean wants us to report to Interpol with the names. Track the YouTube usernames in those comment strings, there may be more review channels connected to this.

Thomas to Professor: Got it. Suppose we’re moving on then?

Professor to Thomas: Yes. Next time you can be the Professor, I think. I’ll set you up as Professor Johnson.

Thomas to Professor: Creative, that. What about you?

Professor to Thomas: The Dean thinks it might be time for a more thorough disguise. What do you think of the name Angelina?

(5 minutes of silence).

Thomas to Professor: Haven’t read the books my arse.

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