XIII. The Adventure of the Given Talents {Video; Open}

[so_meretricious]

{Holmes is lounging in his room, being a bit of a smug bastard at the surrounding foolishness over the network.}I hope very much that all of you are searching for ways to employ these curious and fleeting gifts. It would be such a waste, would it not, to endure this time without some practicality. How many of you have sought to double your

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[doctor_j_crane]

I'm not entirely sure that 'gifts' is an accurate term.

[so_meretricious]

I admit I may have employed some decree of artistic licence.

[doctor_j_crane]

More than a little, if you ask me. Still, I don't believe that we've met. Who are you supposed to be?

[so_meretricious]

{Holmes purses his lips and delays shortly before replying.}

I am Sherlock Holmes. It is a pleasure.

Spam because I'm kind of mean. :D

[mrs_persson]

[Pleasantly surprised to find herself unaffected by the flood, Una's been largely seeing to her own business and trying to help out anyone who needs it. She's wrapped up the lunch shift and is on her way to the library when she sees Holmes, who she knows but to whom she hasn't been formally introduced. And ... my goodness, she had no idea that he was so attractive. She actually blushes a little at the sight of him.]

...Mr Holmes. [Erk.] Ah, good afternoon.

Spam because you're kind of awesome, you mean.

[so_meretricious]

{Holmes, similarly on his way to the library, gives her a slight nod, slowing his pace. He's in a fairly good mood to-day, so his manners are at the height of civility. For him, anyway.}

Good day, Miss. Miss Persson, I believe?

Spam - *bows*

[mrs_persson]

Yes, that's right. [How has she never noticed before what an appealing figure he cuts?] You're looking very well today, Mr Holmes.

[Una's not the kind of lady who does the hair-flip, batting-eyelashes kind of flirting (unless there's a tactical reason for it); she's more the frank-expression-of-interest sort of lady. It's not like she's going to pounce on him or anything, but her posture and manner has shifted to a sort of well-hello-nurse sort of thing.]

{Spam}

[so_meretricious]

Ah, I...thank you.

{It's his fault for dressing so well all the time, isn't it?}

Might I assume you are also headed for the library?

[so_meretricious]

Indeed, you might entertain small children and the simple.

[so_meretricious]

If your audience is small, I imagine that would find them all the more rapt and appreciative.

a bond icon. for lulz, naturally.

[christ_onabike]

I'm having a grand time with mine.

[He clicks his fingers. Then offers the ensuing martini to the camera.]

Ever had a martini? Not that I can fucking stand them myself, but hell, I'm getting them free anyway.

Naturally.

[so_meretricious]

No, I do not believe that I have. Is there something particularly unpalatable about them?

[christ_onabike]

Nah, I just can't fucking stand vermouth.

You ought to try one. They'd probably suit you.

[so_meretricious]

Perhaps I shall try one. What has found you in such an endless supply, dear Mr. Maguire?

[timesbureaucrat]

Unless there's another blackout, my so-called gift is the antithesis of useful. I can't even check on my inmate without blinding him.

[Narvin is glowing quite a lot, although not as much as he *should* be because Holmes has probably deduced a fair number of things he's trying to keep secret.]

[so_meretricious]

Your inmate might perhaps invest in a blindfold.

{So many things, Narvin. So many things.}