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notquiteheartless) wrote2012-05-17 10:56 pm
notquiteheartless) wrote2012-05-17 10:56 pm
Deduction 5 - [ audio / action ]
That one there.
...No. The other.
Thank you.
[Sherlock Holmes likes to talk as he works.
Today, he actually has a project. Gone is the boredom and lethargy, but he has not progressed into the mania of a case yet. He is all scientific control now, watching every flame and chemical and reaction with the utmost care.
There's a lot to do. Compounds need to be broken down so elements and simplier compounds can be isolated. Then those have to be correctly combined. A long process with the rudimentary equipment found in the laboratory he and Temperance share in her flat.
And whomever he is speaking to isn't the only one who has to listen to him.]
It's always about comfort.
Truth? Entirely expendable if one is not comfortable with it. People prefer what makes them feel at ease, what seems 'nicest.' Even if it's nothing more than a good story.
[And Moriarty was a very good storyteller.]
Whatever threatens their world-view least, they accept. Are delighted to take as proven fact, even if there is only conjecture to support it.
Sheep, following the butcher to slaughter, bleeting happily.
[Does he sound irritated?]
But everyone makes mistakes. All their deceptions? Eventually come unravelled. Strange as this place is, it is not an exception to this rule.
[That would be because he is. His mood has been just a slight bit volatile since his midnight "chat" with Moriarty. Whom he is quite sure will hear this, whom he wants to hear this, wants him to know he'll be waiting for that one mistake. His conversation with Lestrade hadn't helped either.
To the other in the room:]
That one now.
[A quiet sigh. The look he's getting doesn't need words to make its doubts clear.]
Oxford, John. I know what I'm doing.
...No. The other.
Thank you.
[Sherlock Holmes likes to talk as he works.
Today, he actually has a project. Gone is the boredom and lethargy, but he has not progressed into the mania of a case yet. He is all scientific control now, watching every flame and chemical and reaction with the utmost care.
There's a lot to do. Compounds need to be broken down so elements and simplier compounds can be isolated. Then those have to be correctly combined. A long process with the rudimentary equipment found in the laboratory he and Temperance share in her flat.
And whomever he is speaking to isn't the only one who has to listen to him.]
It's always about comfort.
Truth? Entirely expendable if one is not comfortable with it. People prefer what makes them feel at ease, what seems 'nicest.' Even if it's nothing more than a good story.
[And Moriarty was a very good storyteller.]
Whatever threatens their world-view least, they accept. Are delighted to take as proven fact, even if there is only conjecture to support it.
Sheep, following the butcher to slaughter, bleeting happily.
[Does he sound irritated?]
But everyone makes mistakes. All their deceptions? Eventually come unravelled. Strange as this place is, it is not an exception to this rule.
[That would be because he is. His mood has been just a slight bit volatile since his midnight "chat" with Moriarty. Whom he is quite sure will hear this, whom he wants to hear this, wants him to know he'll be waiting for that one mistake. His conversation with Lestrade hadn't helped either.
To the other in the room:]
That one now.
[A quiet sigh. The look he's getting doesn't need words to make its doubts clear.]
Oxford, John. I know what I'm doing.
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I'm more than capable of retrieving anything taken from me.
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[ voice; filtered 70% ]
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[ a little plan formed in her mind. a gift, of sorts. something for her pirate upon his return. ] Even if he does get caught in the end.