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[workaphilic]

[The journal opens to the sound of footsteps on these very icy hallways, and the voice of your very favorite giant toolbag, mid-sentence.

He's rambling, a little.]

-- not impossible to suppose I may have overlooked some potential of the castle's recent redecoration. Not to say that it isn't insipid, of course, because it is, but if we're to suffer this through the holiday, there must be something, something, something....

[There's a pause. He climbs onto one of the ice couches in one of the ice hallways, stands braced with one foot on the arm and the other on the not-so cushions, ostensibly to look at the wall.

When in doubt, climb furniture.]

Oh, yes. I can 'make it work,' as it were.

((Open, both over the journal and in person! Feel free to run into him anywhere in the castle; he's super bored, and will be climbing shit anywhere and everywhere. Also, kissmas shenanigans (planned or unplanned) are welcome!))

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[holycraponacracker]

... 'Make it work?' Who are you, Tim Gunn? [Laughs and snorts at her own joke.]

[workaphilic]

[distractedly:]

Who?

[He doesn't understand the reference. He might not even totally understand that he made a reference.]

[holycraponacracker]

...You haven't heard of Tim Gunn? The guy on Project Runway, that fashion show?

[workaphilic]

[Oh.

It sounds like he's a little more focused on the conversation now, but only so he can be disdainful.]

No, and now I understand why.

[holycraponacracker]

Huh? Why?

[fredless]

[Fred wanders by, view suddenly filled with the back of somebody's knees.

...right. There's the rest of him]

Lose something?

[workaphilic]

[He is really interested in that ice block of a wall. He doesn't even look over his shoulder.]

Not in so many words, no.

[fredless]

Ok, well how bout using a few more words than that then?

[Fred continues to watch him, openly amused]

[workaphilic]

[He bends over sideways to peer at the center of the wall, just behind the back of the couch.]

I'm observing.

[fredless]

[Well, there's plenty of that to observe here. She'll give him that]

Find anything interesting yet?

[nihilo]

[ Alice is hovering some ways behind him, chewing on the end a decorated hairpin and occasionally smiling with amusement. ]

[workaphilic]

[He goes on for a while, bobbing and weaving and all in all just... checking out the wall, apparently. If he realizes she's there, it doesn't seem to be changing his plans any.

About the time he whips out his pocket magnifier, he decides to make a comment.]

Come to watch the paint dry?

[nihilo]

[ She strolls to a nearby couch to lean against the back of it. ]

It's taking a long time.

[workaphilic]

These things usually do.

[nihilo]

Things like trying to read the wall.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora happens to be in the lobby trying to carve something in one of the other walls when she sees the crazy dude scaling the furniture.

So, yeah, there's a teenager just staring at you, Sherlock]

[workaphilic]

[He doesn't look at her, but he sure does know she's there.]

Photograph.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Riiiight. Of course.

[sarcasm. Can't you hear it, Sherlock? Because that sentence is just DRIPPING with it.]

[workaphilic]

[He twists around to look at her.]

No, I was recommending that you take a photograph.

["It'll last longer."]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She looks Un. A. Mused.]

And why, pray tell, would I want a picture of your dumb ass climbing the furniture?

oh god they MUST kiss, I demand it

[theabjectauthor]

[someone will just be watching this. dubiously, but curiously, and unobtrusively. first you light the library on fire and now you're literally climbing the walls. yep. you're mad. but then again ...]

Will you be in need of an ice pick, Mr. Holmes?

your wish, my command!

[workaphilic]

[He presses his (gloved) palm flat against the wall, and leans his cheek as close as possible without actually touching it.]

Haven't decided.

[theabjectauthor]

I see. [he frowns, trying to figure out what he's up to]

What are you listening for?

[workaphilic]

Looking more than listening, though I wouldn't be averse to auditory information, provided it's relevant.

[theabjectauthor]

Interesting. ... [he edges a little closer] What are you listening for? And what sort of relevancy applies?