Sherlock Holmes (
workaphilic) wrote in
paradisa2012-08-20 08:35 pm
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[ Private ]
[He plays.
A month is far too long to go without music. Couldn't stand to go any longer; his violin is the only thing from the flat he'd bothered to retrieve. He could always use the distraction. The solace.
Sometimes, if he plays well and enough, everything goes quiet. For a moment, there's nothing but the violin and the sound and the backs of his eyelids. Sublimation of thought into music, anxiety into vibrato, frustration into full lows.
(What time is it? Can't tell. Neglected to buy a clock.
The line between late and early is too thin to matter.)
Every so often the music pauses, notes appearing on the page in sequence. He repeats bars from the beginning, dragging his thoughts in order, pressing and shaping them into something worth using.
Then, abruptly, it stops. The strings squeal from the twist of the bow being removed.
He scratches out everything from the beginning.]
No. No, no, no, that isn't right.
[He goes silent. A moment later, there's a rustle and the pen returns, scratching roughly underneath the string of notes.]
20 Aug., 2 m 4 d
[And the journal shuts.]
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[ Those Attending the Expedition to Lastlook ]
[It's hours later before he opens it again, purpose clear in mind. He writes.]
Hope it goes without saying that you keep the rest of us apprised.
Specifically, me. I've seen the summaries of previous expeditions made for the castle at large and the organisation is shoddy at best. If there was someone willing to provide more careful reports, it wouldn't go unappreciated.
SH
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[Filter finished, he hovers, thinking, and nervous energy is being released via rapping his pen on the page. Over and over and over.
Taptaptaptaptaptaptap.]
It's been very agreeable, the castle, these past few months. [For once, he doesn't sound like he's complaining. In fact, he sounds distracted, if the insistent tapping of his pen is anything to go by.] Thought more of you might be concerned.
So. Enjoying the reprieve while you have it, or has the pattern finally gotten old?
[He plays.
A month is far too long to go without music. Couldn't stand to go any longer; his violin is the only thing from the flat he'd bothered to retrieve. He could always use the distraction. The solace.
Sometimes, if he plays well and enough, everything goes quiet. For a moment, there's nothing but the violin and the sound and the backs of his eyelids. Sublimation of thought into music, anxiety into vibrato, frustration into full lows.
(What time is it? Can't tell. Neglected to buy a clock.
The line between late and early is too thin to matter.)
Every so often the music pauses, notes appearing on the page in sequence. He repeats bars from the beginning, dragging his thoughts in order, pressing and shaping them into something worth using.
Then, abruptly, it stops. The strings squeal from the twist of the bow being removed.
He scratches out everything from the beginning.]
No. No, no, no, that isn't right.
[He goes silent. A moment later, there's a rustle and the pen returns, scratching roughly underneath the string of notes.]
20 Aug., 2 m 4 d
[And the journal shuts.]
----
[ Those Attending the Expedition to Lastlook ]
[It's hours later before he opens it again, purpose clear in mind. He writes.]
Hope it goes without saying that you keep the rest of us apprised.
Specifically, me. I've seen the summaries of previous expeditions made for the castle at large and the organisation is shoddy at best. If there was someone willing to provide more careful reports, it wouldn't go unappreciated.
SH
----
[Filter finished, he hovers, thinking, and nervous energy is being released via rapping his pen on the page. Over and over and over.
Taptaptaptaptaptaptap.]
It's been very agreeable, the castle, these past few months. [For once, he doesn't sound like he's complaining. In fact, he sounds distracted, if the insistent tapping of his pen is anything to go by.] Thought more of you might be concerned.
So. Enjoying the reprieve while you have it, or has the pattern finally gotten old?

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There's not much point in becoming concerned over it.
dictated forever!
No? Thought you of all people would like to be prepared.
and ever!!
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Sherlock Holmes
[ Jim Moriarty ]
[It's been old for months now.]
Sherlock Holmes
Feeling the effects of this mediocre little cycle are we?
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SH (because it's more fun with initials)
If you are so concerned over information concerning the expedition then I do think you should join us.
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[ James Watson ]
I have extenuating circumstances.
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While understandable certainly why focus on this if you are focused on other matters?
JW
[ James Watson ]
Not going to miss out on potentially useful information just because I have other matters to tend to.
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i personally am planning to keep a daily account of the journey
plus you can be sure we will send back word promptly when we find anything interesting
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If you like paperwork so much, you could come along.
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Can't, actually. Circumstances don't permit it.
Hence the request.
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[Information. She needs it, and maybe this fellow will be willing to spare some.]
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Plenty. Your journal only goes back to January, most likely, but that's more than enough history to get the idea. Read it if you're so keen.
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[Because frankly in a magical castle that grants wishes, she can't imagine anything is really free.]
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The pattern?
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