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[Residents of Community House 4, prepare for a long, noisy week.]
( Day One )
( Day Two )
( Day Three )
[Day four:
Voice-
The journal was opened for note-taking, to try and figure out their next move. Inspiration has not struck, though. In the frustration of a self-repairing wall, the initial objective of wall removal had been forgotten in favor of simply seeing the full limits of this technology. In getting up to inspect the wall again, one or the other turned on the voice recording option.
It’s Sherlock who can be heard first:] It doesn’t make sense. I mean, obviously, it’s happening. We have the proof, but it shouldn’t be possible.
There is a limit to every technology. [A pause as she presses her hand to her lips, thoughtful.] It is only a matter of time until we find the one variable the apartment cannot fix.
A flat shouldn’t fix itself at all. [He sounds almost petulant.] Might actually have some character with a few marks. [It’s just irritating at this point. A matter of principle, beyond wanting the space for a laboratory. And then...] Explosives?
[You can easily imagine the nod of another equally frustrated scientist. Even if this is only a matter of unusual technology, it only serves to exemplify all other oddities Brennan has since encountered.] Perhaps we can obtain phosphoric acid, as well.
[His smile is obvious in his voice.] Even if it didn’t work, it’d be fun to try.
[A chuckle.] I cannot argue with that. Though... Give me one moment, Sherlock. I’ll be right back.
[A minute passes in complete silence. Then, all that’s recorded is the sound of a handgun firing. Four rounds, straight into the wall.]
(Feel free to respond with your character [especially you CH4 residents!] at any time during the days when Sherlock and Brennan are working. Just specify what day it is.)
( Day One )
( Day Two )
( Day Three )
[Day four:
Voice-
The journal was opened for note-taking, to try and figure out their next move. Inspiration has not struck, though. In the frustration of a self-repairing wall, the initial objective of wall removal had been forgotten in favor of simply seeing the full limits of this technology. In getting up to inspect the wall again, one or the other turned on the voice recording option.
It’s Sherlock who can be heard first:] It doesn’t make sense. I mean, obviously, it’s happening. We have the proof, but it shouldn’t be possible.
There is a limit to every technology. [A pause as she presses her hand to her lips, thoughtful.] It is only a matter of time until we find the one variable the apartment cannot fix.
A flat shouldn’t fix itself at all. [He sounds almost petulant.] Might actually have some character with a few marks. [It’s just irritating at this point. A matter of principle, beyond wanting the space for a laboratory. And then...] Explosives?
[You can easily imagine the nod of another equally frustrated scientist. Even if this is only a matter of unusual technology, it only serves to exemplify all other oddities Brennan has since encountered.] Perhaps we can obtain phosphoric acid, as well.
[His smile is obvious in his voice.] Even if it didn’t work, it’d be fun to try.
[A chuckle.] I cannot argue with that. Though... Give me one moment, Sherlock. I’ll be right back.
[A minute passes in complete silence. Then, all that’s recorded is the sound of a handgun firing. Four rounds, straight into the wall.]
(Feel free to respond with your character [especially you CH4 residents!] at any time during the days when Sherlock and Brennan are working. Just specify what day it is.)