Deduction 2 - [ video ]

[notquiteheartless]

[They'd agreed to a week. A week without incident, of rest and recovery. Then, the unspoken half of it went, they would go their separate ways.

But after ten whole days without another word said about moving or kicking out...

The video feed kicks on in the early afternoon, aimed at one of the plain white walls of 2-21.]

This is unacceptable.

[Sherlock Holmes is back on his feet and physically feeling much better.

Sorry, Luceti.]

I need paint, wallpaper, and glue. Lots of all of it. Where can I find it?

Also. Regarding the hideously plain excuses for furniture in this flat-- There are obviously no cabs here, so I'm going to assume there are no trucks. How am I supposed to realistically re-furnish a flat? Surely in a place where wings are mysteriously attached to people, there is something better than just carting furniture almost a kilometre.

On a final note: If a human skull shows up in the item shop, it is mine. Return it to me at Community House 2, Room 21.


(Two edits:
A. the Imperial measurement is gone. Bad Lynn. No miles. Kilometres!
B. I spaced about the "only a mile wide" thing and was looking at the scale to try and figure it out. That's fixed in the entry too, now. Sorry about that.)

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[ voice ]

[touchofrogue]

[Well, doesn't someone think he's hoity-toity.

Rogue decides that the best thing to do in this situation is to yank his chain.]

Are you referrin' to the talkin' human skull? 'cause I think he might have ideas about that...

[ voice ]

[notquiteheartless]

I'm talking about a skull. A real, human skull. The head of a dead man stripped of all flesh. Of course it doesn't talk.

[Which had made it far better company than most of his flatmates.

The most recent one, though, was better than the skull. But Sherlock still wanted it back.]

[voice]

[spiritbruising]

The last I saw, he was in the library! [she can't resist, even if he's probably not talking about the same skull. And if the other girl said the same thing.]

I haven't seen any actual carts around either, though.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

[He'll remember about the library. Long shot, but this place is strange enough that it might have shown up there.]

...No carts?

People must not do much shopping here.

[ voice ]

[lastsmoke]

Well, you could always ask the people around here if they would help you move your things.

[ voice ]

[notquiteheartless]

It's still moving a sofa, tables, chairs, and perhaps bedroom sets about a kilometre and to the fourth floor.

Carrying or dragging or pushing them. Even with help, that is exhausting work and entirely idiotic that this place has no proper means of transportation through the town.

[voice]

[accepted]

You can probably find all those things at the item shop, they seem to carry lots of stuff. [Now he isn't sure what a cab or a truck is... So.] And if you need to move furniture just ask someone for help. Maybe there's someone who might be able to use magic or something to help you out.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

[Magic.

Magic is a party trick for entertaining little children.]

Even with help, it is over eleven kilometres from my flat to the shop, and I am on the fourth floor of my building.

[written]

[selphie_t]

[Well Sherlock. Selphie isn't particularly fond of you so she sticks to writing. In fact, there isn't even a picture here for you to put a face to the person.]

Paint and other stuff can be found in the item shop and try asking for help. People are usually pretty glad to help others out instead of having someone snark at them.

Also, get a dolly. You know... those carts with the wheels on them?

[written]

[notquiteheartless]

"Provincial" does not even come close to describing this place.

[video]

[whimsicalwinds]

Ahh, if you need-- [..pause. Hayate was just about to offer to help carry all that furniture, but then something more important and rather disturbing came up. Furniture can wait. Human skull? What.]

...Excuse me sir, but why do you own a human skull?

[video]

[notquiteheartless]

Because it deserved better than sitting on a forgotten shelf.

[theoniongirl]

[she'd been planning on responding to the question of paint. Honest. But the last note catches her off-guard]

Well, that'll certainly stand out. I don't think I've seen a skull show up there, before.

[notquiteheartless]

[So much attention to the skull. Well, he can't say he's sorry about it. That much more likely he'll find it.]

Well, if you do see it, you know where to bring it.

voice;

[gleamed]

Oh! Are you a painter?

[Guess who else totally painted her walls upon arrival.]

voice;

[notquiteheartless]

I can manage well enough to paint a wall. [Or ten.

Anything to get rid of the white.]

[Video]

[sketch_m_all]

A human skull?!

[Just look at that unbelieving horror on Tracey's face.]

[Video]

[notquiteheartless]

Yes.

[truthin_bones]

[Well, Sherlock, her opinion of you has now risen a few notches.]

You are not the only one here who may be in possession of a human skull.

[notquiteheartless]

Aren't I?

[More reason to like her. Wonderful.]

[voice]

[simplestgift]

Kin of Dr. Maturin, are we?

[Muttered. He didn't realize he was transmitting.]

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Who?

[voice]

[fourteen]

... I could probably help you with moving furniture! You wouldn't need a cart or anything. But ... it might be kind of surprising.

[ He seems a bit short-tempered, but he's also obviously new. She can grant him a little slack. ]

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Surprising?

["Surprising" can mean "interesting." In rare cases. He isn't getting his hopes up.]

voice

[necromancing]

[ The man on the other end will give an airy sort of 'hm' at that request. ] What a strange request. You would not happen to be...a necromancer would you? [ He may as well ask. And then another important question. ] What good could a head without a body be? It hardly seems...useful.

[ Because this is of the utmost importance to a man who raises the dead, okay? ]

voice

[notquiteheartless]

[A necromancer.

Sherlock takes a moment to respond. Simply because he doesn't know what to say but roll his eyes.]

It's good for sitting on my mantle and keeping me company.

[action]

[fleurdesel]

[On the one hand: She shouldn't. She knows full well that this could not possibly be the skull the man is asking for. On the other...he was a bit of an ass, she was feeling perverse, and it would give Murry something to do other than sit and tell stories. She'd broached the subject, managed to convince Murry to remain still and silent for as long as possible once she'd wrapped him in a small tarp, tucked the bundle under her arm, and made off for Community house two. Five levels, but. It was a little easier to manage now. Spending two days at that level had lessened the blinding terror somewhat.

A short walk, a jog up the stairs, and a moment to knock on the door. She kept her face straight. Any anxiety could be explained by her phobia.]

[action]

[notquiteheartless]

[The door's opened barely to check who's there... then opens more to reveal an irritated-looking Sherlock Holmes.]

Yes?

[You have about five seconds before he simply shuts the door, Adele.]

[Voice]

[quicktoanger]

"Hey. You're not the only guy with a skull to worry about."

And come to that, why had it not occurred to me sooner that Bob might show up in Luceti?

Hell's bells, Harry. You're an idiot.

[Voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Then perhaps you should be asking after yours as well.

[redjacketthief]

Redecorating?

...Don't bother.

[notquiteheartless]

Your opinion is noted.

[ written ]

[theblogger]

What colours were you thinking?

[ written ]

[notquiteheartless]

Patterned wallpaper for the living room might be nice.

[Planning on trying to find something like Baker Street? Whyever would you think that?]

Possibly a pale beige for my room. [He doesn't require vibrant colours or anything. Just not plain white.]

private to sherlock | unhackable. | written

[sooochangeable]

How's the wing, sexy?

private | unhackable. | written

[notquiteheartless]

Completely patched up.

[Not entirely true, but. Close enough.]

[consultsdetective]

[ Yep, there it goes. It's a miracle the journals went this long.

Not even mentioning the skull. 8| ]

I'd imagine the greater concern was putting up places to live in in the first place.

[notquiteheartless]

Some people have been in this village for three years. [He pays attention over the journals.] Others have come and gone in that time.

What's the likelihood of an entire floor of flats [because, oh, he looked] looking brand new? Like no one has ever even opened the door since the starter furniture was put in.

No history. No personality of former residents. [Which is part of the reason he dislikes the place. Putting someone who notices every detail in so... pristine a place.]

[voice]

[cop_an_attitude]

A human skull? That thing is real? Stealing evidence again, or did you make it yourself?

[Yeah, yeah, bad idea, but who would Sally be if she didn't like to play with fire?]

I have to admit I'd never have imagined Sherlock Holmes would find himself someone to pick out curtains with. It's rather sweet.

[What, like you never get bored? :| ]

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

[...The lack of response about the skull... probably says everything. Real and "borrowed" from the evidence room.

Not like they had any use for it. Couldn't ID who it had belonged to.]

They're dull. Utterly impersonal. Like they're brand new.

[And he doesn't like that. Something with history... yes. But plain, clean, basic furniture with white walls...

Reminds him of a hospital. Or a psychiatric ward. Or a rehabilitation clinic. Stripped down and cleaned between every person. Utterly empty.

If he was going to have to live somewhere, he'd prefer it not have those connotations.]