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Who: Sherlock Holmes (

cluing) & OPEN
What: A catch-all.
When: May.
Where: Around and about Olympia.
Warning(s): Sherlock Holmes.

[i. SIMWE INSTITUTE]

[ With John gone, Sherlock is doing his best to ignore the absence. Not so long ago, he'd been prepared to spend the rest of his life with no further contact, but that had been then, and now it's just ... Well. It's hardly anything, isn't it? All the same, he's certainly spending more hours at the institute than he may have done before. Besides, putting together a mental lexicon of a city takes time, so he doesn't really notice or mind if he's there longer than anyone else.

He's surrounded by a variety of soil samples, each one carefully labelled as he goes along, jotting down properties in a notebook in shorthand. You're welcome to say hello. He may not say it back. ]

[ii. FLONA COVE]

[ Sherlock does not care about beaches. He does not care about bonfires or swimming or peace between the cities. What he does care about is the opportunity to explore new areas and add them to his mental encyclopedia. He's left behind his coat, but beyond that, he stands out from the vacation crowd. While everyone mills around to have fun, Sherlock is crouching to collect sand samples, or take photos of plantlife on his device. He's curious to get these samples back and see how they compare to what he's used to back home. ]

[iii. FERRET INHERITANCE]

[ Someone's thieving ferret has somehow fallen into the care of Sherlock. He'd never have paid the animal much mind, but it's latched on to him - or, rather, it's latched on to the home and simply won't leave. It's fine. It stays out of Sherlock's way so there are moments when he forgets entirely it's there. Until someone comes knocking about something that's gone missing and it's been the ferret before. If you don't speak up, Sherlock has no inclination to find the proper owner.

Sorry, not sorry. ]

[iv. WILDCARD]

Choose your own adventure, or hit me up at

fritzwinky for some plotting or a personalized starter.

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[ Rohan also doesn't care about bonfires or playing volleyball on the beach, but he does care about how beautiful the sunset looks from where he's standing, as the sun's rays reflect against the pristine seawater. It's a perfect photo opportunity, and if he's feeling particularly inspired maybe he'll even paint it later.

One problem, though.

There's a guy ... crouching over and staring at sand. That guy is ruining his beautiful picture, and no matter how he angles his Nikon camera he can't find another angle as perfect as the one he has. ]

How long are you going to squat there? Please move.

[ Sherlock barely keeps from rolling his eyes. Some people are so impatient, and Sherlock is certainly among them, but being on the receiving end of it is so much less enjoyable. ]

The remarkable thing about the sun is that it does the same thing every day.

[ That is to say, Sherlock's not moving, he's filling some vials with samples. ]

[ While Rohan loves delivering sarcastic comebacks just like those, he happens to hate being on the receiving end. He also hates when people defy him, even in petty matters such as these. ]

Well, I'm here now, not every day. There is much more sand over there - there, too, and over there. You can stare at it all you want. [ It's a beach!!!! ]

Well done.

[ Sherlock seems in no hurry. He holds his vial up to look at it, giving it a shake to see if it's enough. ]

This particular part of the beach lives primarily in the shade, which, when combined the heat and the moisture, produces a very specific algae.

[ He still wants his picture, but Sherlock's explanation has him piqued enough to let the other thing go for now. ] You were collecting samples?

[ As someone who loves nature, his curiosity is piqued at least. ] Why are you interested in this algae? Does it have a special property?

It is, as of yet, unknown. But a smart man never lets anything go unstudied.

[ Satisfied with his sample, Sherlock slips it in a bag and stands. ]

The view is all yours.

[ This interaction is going smoother than he expected. Now he gets to have the view he wants, and he didn't even have to argue very much for it. ]

Hmm. I can agree with you on that. I couldn't let something that interests me go without investigating it either. [ He isn't scientifically inclined, however, so by 'investigating' he really means he'd be taking pictures or drawing it. ]

Do you have a lab at home?

[ The institute is far from her what her preferred work space looks like ( it's been far too long since she's done research at all, what she needs is a music room, but there's only so much she can when she's a songwriter without a voice ). Cluttered up to high ceilings, even if organized. It's practically designed to work against her, despite the manuscripts she needs, the reference materials she needs to gather, and—

Luckily, she's not entirely alone in the area. The man seems incredibly wrapped up in what he's doing, and chances are he won't be happy to have whatever he's doing interrupted, but... desperate times call for desperate measures. She's been without a solution for a while, now.

So, Red taps him on the shoulder. Smiles silently, apologetically, when ( if ) he turns around, pointing at a bound notebook on the top shelf nearby. She's at least a head shorter than him, so it's not hard to see what the problem is. ]

[ No, Sherlock is aware that he's not alone. He generally ignores it, until the tap on his shoulder. He holds up a finger - what he's doing is far more important, honestly - and he doesn't take quite kindly to being tapped.

It fades away a little when he turns around, and he notices her pointing. He wonders then if she simply can't speak. The tapping is forgiven - moderately. But he does stand up and he grabs the notebook down with ease. ]

Is this the one?

[ Well — no choice but to wait, then. Not that she's the most patient of people either, eyes wandering from soil sample to soil sample. A vague wondering about what exactly he finds so interesting about these, but she's in no position to judge, is she?

So, she takes the book when he grabs it for her ( resists the urge to hold up an index finger back at him, out of spite ). Quickly flips through some of its contents, before her lips thin.

Red looks back up at Sherlock, and gives a small shake of her head. Points over to the book next to him. ( This part isn't intentional. ) ]

[ He purses his lips together. It's not his fault he grabbed the wrong one, she had pointed to it. But he's here now, and he's not entirely heartless. So he reaches for the next one. ]

Shall I put the other one back, as well?

[ A true hero. She nods, handing the book back to him — might as well take advantage of the height while he's still around ( hopefully she manages to find the right book before he decides that she's wasted enough of his time ).

But luck is on her side tonight, it seems — the next book seems to have whatever information she needed, and she snaps the book shut to tuck it under her arm. Fishes out for her phone next, typing out a simple— ]

Thanks. [ For him to see on her screen. Probably not worth the hassle, but she's not just going to nod and walk away. ]

[ He simple hums in response to her text display. The other book is put back into place, and he's about to get back to his own business, but he pauses. He's noticed the subject of her book, of course. ]

Might I ask as to why you want it?

[ He can ask, it's another matter entirely if she'll answer.

Though, this isn't her music — it's just some research she's picked up on the side, helping pass the time while she also helps the researchers. Nothing personal about translating some old languages into something readable, no reason for her defenses to come up over something so mundane.

So she pauses, but she turns the phone back. Takes a little longer than before to type up a proper response, but she's done quickly enough. ]

I've been translating older documents. The entire language is different, but only a few have notes on how to go from one to another. Like this one.

Not as exciting as soil samples.

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