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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!))

Comments

[holycraponacracker]

Huh? Why?

[workaphilic]

Because noise like that is exactly why I prefer to avoid telly [he says it like it's a dirty word] as much as possible.

[holycraponacracker]

Then... what do you do in your spare time?

[WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO EXCEPT WATCH TV?? Penny doesn't understand. Unless Sherlock goes dancing or shoe shopping.]

[workaphilic]

[Oh, Penny. Be careful, lest you wake the beast.]

Use my brain, usually.

[holycraponacracker]

Heyyyyyyy! I use my brain! I watch stuff like the History Channel sometimes.

[workaphilic]

Oh, god.

I'll bet you also learn new, exciting trivia from bottle caps.

[holycraponacracker]

What the hell is wrong with that?

[workaphilic]

Everything, to start.

[assassino]

Would you like me to punch him, Penny?