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Log | Ongoing | Closed
When; April 2nd, 10am
Rating; Oh geeze idk, nothing over PG13
Characters; Sherlock Holmes![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
no_commonplace and Hanna Falk Cross manofgnee
Summary; Hanna gives Holmes a demonstration. A paranormal one. Taking place at Holmes' home away from home, Building 2, room 221.
Log;
The sitting room of Apartment 221 Building 2 was not at all similar to its Baker Street counterpart. There was no cluttered chemistry set, no violin, no preferred armchair, and certainly no Persian slipper with tobacco inside the toe. Money was a little too tight to afford any such luxuries. However, in lieu of all this, there was still enough to make a right mess of the place. Newspapers from the City, all of which well-thumbed, covered most of the floor. On one of the walls, scrawled notes on sheets of paper torn from a small notebook were pinned everywhere. The table before the sofa had a collection of what seemed to be various types of dirt, all categorized into neat little piles.
The cause behind this disarray sat at the coffee table by the window, with a cigarette perched between two of his thin fingers. And as Holmes was expecting a visit, he had dressed and taken breakfast early that morning. It had been a rather exhausting week of throwing aside his attempts to untangle the elusive ways of the City altogether, and obsessing over this very attractive problem which seemed to have no conclusion. This exhaustion showed on his face and in his manner, for he sat with a profoundly tense aura surrounding him.
But that would change soon. If Sherlock Holmes was to understand a problem which he knew nothing about, he would have to acquire the knowledge he did not have. And he was expecting a small piece of that knowledge to knock at his door any minute. Of course, he had been averse to accept anything paranormal as feasible, much less anything he could work in as a fact. However, his attitude had greatly changed over the course of the most recent curse. If something supernatural was going on, then he wanted to know the rules of the supernatural.
A terse glance was thrown to the clock on the distant, dirt-covered table. Hanna wasn't due for another ten minutes. In his impatience, he stood from the table and moved to the wall covered in notes. So many arrows led to blank spaces on the wall. He occupied himself now by rearranging some of the papers, only to place them back again and smooth a hand over his hair in perplexity.
"What do you make of this?" he muttered to a Watson he knew wasn't behind him. "No, no, it is all too arbitrary..." He took a long drag on his cigarette and put it out on a coaster. Unless that piece of knowledge Hanna had to offer would fit into any of those spaces on the wall, he may well be undone.
Rating; Oh geeze idk, nothing over PG13
Characters; Sherlock Holmes
no_commonplace and Hanna Falk Cross manofgneeSummary; Hanna gives Holmes a demonstration. A paranormal one. Taking place at Holmes' home away from home, Building 2, room 221.
Log;
The sitting room of Apartment 221 Building 2 was not at all similar to its Baker Street counterpart. There was no cluttered chemistry set, no violin, no preferred armchair, and certainly no Persian slipper with tobacco inside the toe. Money was a little too tight to afford any such luxuries. However, in lieu of all this, there was still enough to make a right mess of the place. Newspapers from the City, all of which well-thumbed, covered most of the floor. On one of the walls, scrawled notes on sheets of paper torn from a small notebook were pinned everywhere. The table before the sofa had a collection of what seemed to be various types of dirt, all categorized into neat little piles.
The cause behind this disarray sat at the coffee table by the window, with a cigarette perched between two of his thin fingers. And as Holmes was expecting a visit, he had dressed and taken breakfast early that morning. It had been a rather exhausting week of throwing aside his attempts to untangle the elusive ways of the City altogether, and obsessing over this very attractive problem which seemed to have no conclusion. This exhaustion showed on his face and in his manner, for he sat with a profoundly tense aura surrounding him.
But that would change soon. If Sherlock Holmes was to understand a problem which he knew nothing about, he would have to acquire the knowledge he did not have. And he was expecting a small piece of that knowledge to knock at his door any minute. Of course, he had been averse to accept anything paranormal as feasible, much less anything he could work in as a fact. However, his attitude had greatly changed over the course of the most recent curse. If something supernatural was going on, then he wanted to know the rules of the supernatural.
A terse glance was thrown to the clock on the distant, dirt-covered table. Hanna wasn't due for another ten minutes. In his impatience, he stood from the table and moved to the wall covered in notes. So many arrows led to blank spaces on the wall. He occupied himself now by rearranging some of the papers, only to place them back again and smooth a hand over his hair in perplexity.
"What do you make of this?" he muttered to a Watson he knew wasn't behind him. "No, no, it is all too arbitrary..." He took a long drag on his cigarette and put it out on a coaster. Unless that piece of knowledge Hanna had to offer would fit into any of those spaces on the wall, he may well be undone.