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.)

Comments

[notquiteheartless]

Reminds me of Kent. [And the horrible little farmhouse drug rehabilitation clinic there.]

Chairs should be light enough for an active man like yourself. Though if you find that too taxing, perhaps you should look into retiring. [He really is teasing.]

[consultsdetective]

[ A vague noise of understanding on that front. Suggested getting curtains for a reason.

But oh, funny funny man. ]

Hah. I'm sure someone would like to see the day. [ He'll retire when they can pry the warrant card from his cold, dead hands, it's perfectly reasonable. ]

[notquiteheartless]

[He smirked a bit.]

Have to start over at square one.

So. You can't retire for quite awhile.

[consultsdetective]

[ And he rolled his eyes. But hey, from Sherlock, it's as good as a compliment. ]

Oh, I'll be sure not to muck up your plans. God knows they'd call me back in complaining after a couple of days.

[notquiteheartless]

Deny you pension until you came back.

[consultsdetective]

I expect you not to give them ideas if it comes to it.

[notquiteheartless]

I don't know why you'd think I'd do that.

[He so would. Maybe he'll compile a list, just in case.]

[consultsdetective]

[ Let his face answer that for you.

Because you could. ]

[notquiteheartless]

[Yeah, he can't even try and look innocent here. Not that he really tries.

...Though it disappears after a moment, replaced by something quieter and perhaps darker.

Which only leads to the journal being snapped shut a moment later.

Well, he is moody, isn't he? Probably just that.]/small>

[consultsdetective]

[ Always been so finnicky, Sherlock. He'll take that as a resounding "hey Lestrade, discussion's over," then.

... and make a note to himself to check in with John later, make sure nothing excessively dramatic happened. He's not Sherlock's handler or so much of a friend, strictly speaking, but he thinks Luceti qualifies as prime circumstance to consider people from home under his charge. :| ]