[ WP ] A blizzard strikes during a massive comic book convention , completely isolating the building and the attendees , most of whom are in costume . Then there is a murder . And as you made the mistake of dressing up as Sherlock Holmes , everyone expects you to solve it .

A hand reached out, pulling. `` Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes!'' 
 
 Elena yanked her arm away. `` First of all, I'm a woman. Second of all, what?'' 
 
 The huge, actually very tall, hobbit kept tugging on her sleeve. `` You need to solve a murder! We all need your help.'' 
 
 `` Is this some kind of joke?'' 
 
 `` Nope!'' A Deadpool-Spiderman fusion cosplayer walked up. Grinning jovially with her mask off, eyes followed her, drawn into the conversation. `` There's a dead body in the atrium. At least, we think he's dead. We thought Jack Harkness had a little too much, you know, but then he just keeled over. You should probably check.'' 
 
 Elena sighed. Wow. Really. `` You realize I'm not actually a detective?'' 
 
 The crowd did not sympathize. 
 
 `` Come on, Mr. Holmes!'' 
 
 Elena threw her hands up. She was going to have to do this. Right. Never mind that she really was more of a Joan Watson ( Elementary ) than a Grenada Holmes. 
 
 `` At least use the right pronouns, okay? I'm a woman dressed as Sherlock Holmes and you, stop looking like I just stepped over your mother's grave. It's the 21st century; a woman can dress up as Sherlock Holmes.'' 
 
 She took a look at the body. Huh... 
 
 `` Clear the area!'' 
 
 At least, cosplayers follow directions well. There was a lot of blood... rather a trail of it! Then... Oh, yes, that was a furry paw that led too... 
 
 `` Excuse me? Yes, Chewie, could your raise your paw?'' 
 
 The big floof complied, showing the ribbed bottom of the costume, clean, save where a little blood had tracked to the sole and from there on the trail continued. 
 
 Back to the body. Blunt force trauma to the back of the head, there was blood there, but the man seemed to have an unnaturally thick skull because the blood there was clotted completely. Given the man was standing just moments earlier, it was impossible that he had gotten that particular wound in the dark. Therefore, he had to be in the crowd and no one had noticed the blood. The black out had only been a few minutes, not enough to stop him that kind of clotting. 
 
 There was a lot of wet blood. 
 
 Elena stood `` Has anyone tried contacting the police?'' 
 
 Spideypool shrugged. `` We tried. Lines are down as are cell towers. We sent them an email and we're hoping they get it and come soon, but given the blizzard, it's not likely.'' 
 
 Elena stood up. Great... `` DO WE HAVE ANY POLICE HERE?!?!'' 
 
 A deep voice rumbled. `` Yes! Sorry, coming through!'' 
 
 Good. Great. This is what she needed. 
 
 Oh god... It was a king.
