If you've forgotten how sonic shiritori works, it's simple. It's like regular shiritori (i.e., same three day time limit to use the ending words) but anyone regardless of team can write something if they want to. And so it continues like a regular round of shiritori. (If anyone is confused, just ask if you have questions!)
I've been feeling inspired to write short Elementary fic lately.
Marcus leans back in his chair, rubbing his face with his hands. After hours of reading through reports, he’s ready to go home and sleep for a whole week. Or at least just close his eyes for a good long while.
Joan enters the office and heads towards him. She’s holding a small package which she deposits onto his desk as she takes the empty chair.
“That something for the case?” he asks, eyebrow raised in confusion.
“No,” Joan sighs, and he can tell she’s resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “It’s a… gift from Sherlock.” She pauses as she reconsiders her words. “Well, he’d call it a gift anyway.”
Marcus throws a wary glance at the small box. “Please tell me there’s not a severed body part inside the box.”
Joan laughs with a little shake of her head. Marcus opens up the package, and then breathes a little sigh of relief when he finds only a stack of what looks to be business cards inside.
“It’s a long story,” Joan begins, “but apparently Sherlock ended up ordering fake business cards for all of us. You can ask him the details about it later.”
Marcus picks up the card on top and reads the contents out loud. “Arcusmay Ellbay: Pig Latin Tutor?” he questions with a laugh. “What the heck is that? That’s not even a real job.”
Joan shrugs, looking amused by Marcus’ fake business card. “Like I said, you’d have to ask Sherlock for the details. I don’t get it either.” She pulls a business card out of her pocket. “He did mine entirely in Mandarin.”
Marcus glances over the card but he’s not able to read any of the kanji printed on it.
“It says I’m an instructor who teaches people’s pets how to surf,” she translated, trying to stifle her own laughter at the idea.
“Oh, I bet you’re in high demand this time of year with the weather being so nice,” Marcus teases.
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head again. “Well, have fun with your business cards. I might accidentally drop mine down a sewer grate later.” She stands back up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a delivery to make to ‘Tommy Gregson, Professional Dungeon Master’.”
(Good luck to anyone who wants to play with these ending words XD Just a reminder, of course, that you can change the name)