“Come on, our case is all wrapped up, and it's not like you've got anything else to do.”
“Yes, I'm aware that I have nothing else to do, but honestly John, IKEA? Why would we need to go there?”
“Apparently, it's the biggest one in the UK, and you know, it's IKEA! Everyone loves IKEA.”
“I've never been.”
“And that is exactly why we should be here. It's the IKEA experience!”
“Fine. Hopefully it'll stave off the boredom.”
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“Ooh Sherlock, we have to go to the restaurant first.”
“Why? Surely you're not hungry again, you forced us to stop and eat only 3 hours ago.”
“Yes, well, we might not be able to find the restaurant again for a while, and it's here now. You should try the meatballs.”
“Wait, why wouldn't we be able to find it? It's right here next to the entrance, it should be easy to find.”
“Wow, you really haven't been to IKEA before have you?”
“As I told you before, no, I haven't.”
“Just trust me Sherlock. Let's go.”
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“See, aren't these meatballs good? They're Swedish apparently.”
“Yes, not bad I suppose. I actually recall an article in the papers a while back about horse meat being identified in IKEA meatballs.”
“...Sherlock.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Very well.”
“....”
“....John? Are you going to eat the rest of those?”
“You can have the rest of them, I've suddenly lost my appetite. They were less than 3 quid anyways.”
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“Wow, look at all of this jam.”
“Yes John, there is jam. Your point?”
“There's just... a lot of jam.”
“You have been to Tesco's, have you not?”
“Look at this one! Um... Sailt Ha-jorton.”
“I'm assuming you mean Sylt Hjortron.”
“Right, what does it even mean? I don't recognize those berries.”
“Rubus chamaemorus, or cloudberries. They aren't the most common of the berry family I suppose.”
“We should grab a couple of jars for the flat, it sounds good.”
“John.”
“Hmm?”
“I hardly think we need two of each kind of jam. Plus, we already have three jars of strawberry jam back home.”
“...Home?”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, I didn't say anything.”
“Why are you smiling now?”
“No reason. Come on, why don't we explore somewhere else?”
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This is just a little experiment with the all-dialogue format, so I hope you enjoy it. I feel kind of bad because I took a bit of artistic license. The IKEA in Croydon doesn't actually carry the cloudberry jam, none of the UK locations do actually, only the US ones do. It just fit in with my story better, so I hope you can forgive this small liberty!
Fill: The IKEA Experience 1/?
“Come on, our case is all wrapped up, and it's not like you've got anything else to do.”
“Yes, I'm aware that I have nothing else to do, but honestly John, IKEA? Why would we need to go there?”
“Apparently, it's the biggest one in the UK, and you know, it's IKEA! Everyone loves IKEA.”
“I've never been.”
“And that is exactly why we should be here. It's the IKEA experience!”
“Fine. Hopefully it'll stave off the boredom.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
“Ooh Sherlock, we have to go to the restaurant first.”
“Why? Surely you're not hungry again, you forced us to stop and eat only 3 hours ago.”
“Yes, well, we might not be able to find the restaurant again for a while, and it's here now. You should try the meatballs.”
“Wait, why wouldn't we be able to find it? It's right here next to the entrance, it should be easy to find.”
“Wow, you really haven't been to IKEA before have you?”
“As I told you before, no, I haven't.”
“Just trust me Sherlock. Let's go.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
“See, aren't these meatballs good? They're Swedish apparently.”
“Yes, not bad I suppose. I actually recall an article in the papers a while back about horse meat being identified in IKEA meatballs.”
“...Sherlock.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Very well.”
“....”
“....John? Are you going to eat the rest of those?”
“You can have the rest of them, I've suddenly lost my appetite. They were less than 3 quid anyways.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
“Wow, look at all of this jam.”
“Yes John, there is jam. Your point?”
“There's just... a lot of jam.”
“You have been to Tesco's, have you not?”
“Look at this one! Um... Sailt Ha-jorton.”
“I'm assuming you mean Sylt Hjortron.”
“Right, what does it even mean? I don't recognize those berries.”
“Rubus chamaemorus, or cloudberries. They aren't the most common of the berry family I suppose.”
“We should grab a couple of jars for the flat, it sounds good.”
“John.”
“Hmm?”
“I hardly think we need two of each kind of jam. Plus, we already have three jars of strawberry jam back home.”
“...Home?”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, I didn't say anything.”
“Why are you smiling now?”
“No reason. Come on, why don't we explore somewhere else?”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
This is just a little experiment with the all-dialogue format, so I hope you enjoy it. I feel kind of bad because I took a bit of artistic license. The IKEA in Croydon doesn't actually carry the cloudberry jam, none of the UK locations do actually, only the US ones do. It just fit in with my story better, so I hope you can forgive this small liberty!