✽❀ GARDENTASTA ❀ ✽
Who: Everyone and anyone! Yes, everyone is invited!
What: The ❀ GARDENTASTA ❀! Aka, a giant costume party for everyone!
When: August 12th! Yes, this is being posted in advance.
Where: The gardens attached to the labs in the bottom of the ship!
Warnings: If any threads go above PG-13, please warn about this in the subject line! The basic party ( Read more... )
What: The ❀ GARDENTASTA ❀! Aka, a giant costume party for everyone!
When: August 12th! Yes, this is being posted in advance.
Where: The gardens attached to the labs in the bottom of the ship!
Warnings: If any threads go above PG-13, please warn about this in the subject line! The basic party ( Read more... )
Curtsying to her last partner and apologetically waving away someone wishing to be the next, she took a seat in a dim spot along the edge of the floor. Relaxing for a moment she was suddenly piqued by something - or rather, someone. There was absolutely no mistaking that man, no matter how he dressed.
Holmes was about, and he was looking for something. Curious, she watched him, knowing that it would not be long until he spotted her, and wondering if she was what he was looking for.
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...It probably did belong to Sherlock.
...He probably had it altered to fit him.
...But that's not important.
Pipe in hand, Holmes was strolling near the edge of the dance floor, his eyes flitting across the party guests, no doubt making quick, easy deductions about each person, as he was wont to do.
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Should she wait for him to notice her?
Perhaps she should swipe his pipe from his hand - a simple thing.
But in the next moment a new waltz began, and that decided her.
Springing from the shadows she swept up beside him and took his hand and shoulder firmly, with the intention of leading him out to the dance floor-
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"...Ah."
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"Good evening, Mister Sherlock Holmes."
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Well, he should have expected as much, really-- only Irene Adler could surprise him in parties, especially when he didn't have a case. She was the only person that was capable of doing things like this to him, after all. Or, maybe, the only one who would try.
A blank stare, and Holmes closes his eyes for a moment.
"Good evening, Miss Adler."
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"I'm so pleased to see you out in this modern style, dear. Why, I didn't even have to coerce or otherwise convince you into it."
It took away from the game of it, but the result was all that really mattered.
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Sorry, John. He looks largely unimpressed by the kiss, but as it is, they're both standing on the dance floor and he doesn't really have anywhere to escape to.
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"Is that so?" Drawing close to him as they dance, she rests her head on his shoulder. "No, I'm afraid you got one of Mister Sherlock's jackets."
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"Ah, right. This would be Sherlock's."
He confirms, and then steps back towards his partner, assuming the position with all the enthusiasm of someone being told he has to do something he really doesn't want to do.
"And what brings you here?"
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Pleased that he did come back to partner her, she indulgently returned to resting her head upon his shoulder.
"All sorts of things," she answered. The dancing, the companionship, the games, the people-watching, take your pick.
"And you? Such a social event is not often graced by your presence, I wager."
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Holding his head insistently back away from Irene, Holmes continued to keep moving to the music, almost surprisingly decent at it. It's something he figured he'd need to know to blend into certain social situations.
"Just a slight change of pace, if you will."
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"Perhaps you would like to join me for a quicker song. My dance card has room on it."
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