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notquiteheartless) wrote2012-03-29 08:02 am
notquiteheartless) wrote2012-03-29 08:02 am
Deduction 2 - [ video ]
[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.)
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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You are not the only one here who may be in possession of a human skull.
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[More reason to like her. Wonderful.]
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Remarkable.
If they ever come here, I would be most interested to see them. If you wouldn't mind, of course.
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[Not many people ask to see it. Her students get shown regardless. But most of her co-workers are of the opinion that they see enough bones at work. Have a real smile, Sherlock!]
While I have successfully found some of my clothing, I have yet to come across any other personal items.
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There are certain items of mine I plan to keep a close eye out for. Things that have come into my possession... under particular circumstances.
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Contrary to popular belief, it is not illegal to own a human skull. Or any part of the skeleton.
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[Which John is not or he would not still be at 2-21.]
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[At least, she's willing to make what she thinks is a logical jump in this case.]
Is there a particular reason you need a roommate?
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My brother is in control of my finances. He prefers I not live alone. So to get the stipend every month, I have to have a flatmate. Or at least be actively looking for one.
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All in all? It's very well guarded behind an incredulous mask. But he might be able to catch a sense of it.]
That seems... unnecessary.
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[But at the time it was decided, he was regarded by the court as too volatile to manage his own finances. Between drugs and reckless behaviour and trouble with the police, he had doomed himself in the hearing.
Thankfully, Mycroft has backed off quite a bit. He just insists Sherlock not live alone or at least try and find a flatmate if he is living alone. Still controlling... but not micromanaging.]
Unfortunately, that is very difficult to get reversed once it's done.
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[And she had done an excellent job at pushing Russ away.]
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Difficult, I imagine.
[A vague sympathy, acknowledgement. The best he can do, really. It deserves some comment, he feels. The nagging voice in his head that sometimes crops up in his head in social situations says so. Funny how much like John it sounds. Still, there is cause to linger on the topic.
Family situations or the lack thereof are worth mention, but there is no need for discussion.
But he is curious about her. Not her family life, no, but about her. In this place, ripped from their natural settings and without much context for what he can perceive, some deductions are difficult. At least with newcomers. Patterns will take hold or re-emerge as life is settled into, and some things act as constants, but the change is jarring, and he must account for that.]
Are there any personal items you'd like to see arrive, Doctor Brennan?
[Possessions can say a great deal about a person, especially about what is valued and what is not.]
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Sully came close. But even with Sully, she found herself guarded.
And even if she were capable of sharing, she still does not see the point. Foster care was a part of her life. Something that happened, much like her parents' abandonment and her father's eventual return. Something that, no matter what Sweets might think, certainly does not define her.
Psychology is overrated. Practicality is not.]
There are a couple. The collection I mentioned. Equipment from work. My laptop. [Her mother's ring or Brainy Smurf. Those are too sentimental, too close to her heart to share.]
I would not object to my latest manuscript arriving. Continuing my work on that would provide another way to alleviate boredom.
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But he doubts a case like that will come.
She seems as eager to continue her career-- wanting the laptop and equipment, as he can imagine the laptop mostly contains professional documents from what he can gauge about her-- as he is to do his. He wants his trophies from each case back, and he wants his laptop and his mobile. He wants Irene's mobile too, which is in his desk. Unless it was given back to the police when his things were gone through. He doubted it, though. John would have kept it with the boxes of his things. He wants his chemistry set, too. Both the full one set up in the kitchen and the portable one he's fond of.
Familiar things. Though...]
Manuscript? [His first thought is a professional article or the like, but it bears asking, at least. the question is genuine curiosity.]
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[It's why money hasn't been a concern for her since her first novel went out in print. The Kathy Reichs series, based loosely on her own work with Booth. An instant hit with the public although, for the life of her, Brennan still cannot figure out why people seem more interested in the relationship between Kathy and Agent Andy than the skillful integration of forensic anthropology into the mystery genre.
Regardless, they sell.]
This would be my fourth novel.
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Which was not a bad thing by itself. He had been brought up on fiction novels. In college, he'd begun to stray, immersing himself in non-fiction for research, weaning away from the fantasies. Still. Still...
...It's enough to have him wondering if the library here only has books from this world or if he just might find this woman's work on the shelves. It may be worth looking.]
What is it you write about?
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[And she pauses for a moment, because to fully explain her decision to write these novels, she must give her very first case consideration.
Working with Booth for the first time. Their first kiss. Doctor Sweets' ridiculous notion that they're in love five years later. Her own conclusion last December that perhaps Sweets was right. The moment was there and she had chosen to ignore it.
All of this is only a flicker of recognition, a flicker of longing in her expression for something she cannot have. And then she's back to her rational demeanor, the impervious wall back in place.]
After working my initial case with Booth, I thought that writing a fictional account of a forensic anthropologist attached with a government agency could be an effective way of educating the public as to the nuances of osteology in the criminal setting.
It has, I believe, been a very effective tool.
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[A pause.]
John writes, though not fiction. He keeps a blog about our work. [He's made fun of John for the quality of the blog and such, but... It is flattering, even when John's a bit short with him.]
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[And, as befitting any scientist of her stature, she's had a couple of excellent articles published. Brennan has never been one to worry about making any quota.
Brows knit together a little at the mention of a blog and lips quirk into a frown. Someone does not possess a very high opinion of blogs and bloggers.]
Is it a very accurate recording?
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Though he tends to focus rather more on the "emotional dramatics" of the work than the solid facts and simple observations that lead to uncovering the facts. The results, if you will, rather than the process.
Even though the process is the important part, really.
[And yet... it's all said with an underlying current of fondness, despite the annoyance.
After all, most of his flatmates outright ignored his work before John. So having someone who not only appreciates it but chronicles it...
Even Sherlock Holmes knows when to be a little flattered.]
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How much time has she spent in the past trying to convince journalists and readers both that it is the process of the science which far outweighs any emotional aspects of her fictional works? If it wasn't for Angela's insistance, she would have focused solely on the procedural aspect rather than include any mention of human connections.]
Of course. [And it's said so, so sincerely.] I've found that the average person puts far too much importance on fleeting emotional responses. The result of sensory stimuli triggering the flow of neurochemicals triggering chemical reactions in specific pathways and regions of the brain.
Why would anyone care about that?
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