[OPEN] A Late March Catchall

[thegamesafoot]

Who: Herlock Sholmes ... and you?
Which: Open Log
Where: Around Reverein (The Wild Harvest, The Communal Garden)
What: Sholmes enjoys some intellectual pursuits in public
Warnings: Threads may include spoilers for GAA/GAA2 and will be marked accordingly. Feel free to opt out or simply write an OOC note in the tag.





A. The Curious Tale of the Man with the Jars

XXnd of March(?), Throughout the Day
The Wild Harvest

[ If one happens to visit the Wild Harvest today, they will find one of its tables has been completely overtaken by a single guest and his clutter: a stack of books*, a (normal) journal, a handful of measuring tools, and--depending on what time you find him--half-eaten plates of food, a sweaty glass of ice water, a cup of tea, or a neglected pint of beer. His overcoat, deerstalker, and leather bag are discarded on the seat next to him, leaving the detective to comfortably study in his rolled shirtsleeves.

However, all of that aside, one may find a mismatched collection of jars to be of much greater interest. Judging by the stubborn residue from their labels, the containers previously held pickles, jams, and spices, but peering into them now will reveal various specimens, living or otherwise: insects, plants, colorful stones, mysterious fluids, one or two familiar orange hate feathers and a few four-leaf clovers. ]

[[ * OOC: This is a random mix from the bookstore. Feel free to make up titles or recognize a volume from your character’s canon if you’d like another excuse to make small talk! ]]

B. The Adventure of the Fickle Fiddler

XXst of March(?), Late Afternoon, Trending into Evening
The Communal Garden

[ Alternately, if one happens to be enjoying a late-day stroll by the communal garden, they will catch the sound of a violin. A few bars of a tune play, followed by a pause, some muttering, and a bowed revision. It's a bit difficult to make out the song or the violinist's actual skill given the choppy progress, but if, by chance, one hails from some variant of Earth and has a keen ear for classical music, they may recognize phrases of Paganini.

Venturing deeper into the garden, one will find the source of the music: a man standing by the pond with a violin tucked under his chin. After bowing out a bar, he bends to write (or erase) notes on the makeshift sheet music paper laid out across a bench. A chorus of singing fish poke up from the depths of the pond to helpfully parrot his melodies. ]

C. WILDCARD

[ Hit me up via PM or discord if you have other business or scenarios you'd like to address with Sholmes! ]

Comments

[discourtesies]

[About as well as Barok took the accusations aimed at him, he's sure. Which is to say: internally, not well at all.]

And thus you've done the man and his clients a favor. Another stepping stone you've laid to help him walk the path of an attorney?

[The humidity gets very sticky all of a sudden. Dripping, even. With sarcasm, of course.]

I suppose I know better than to accuse the "Great Detective" of having motives as base as guilt, concerning the friendly accommodations offered to Mr. Naruhodo.

[thegamesafoot]

Exactly right!

[ The unruly sprigs of Sholmes' hair curl even tighter at the sudden humidity. Maybe he should lure the man and his extra-potent sarcasm to Mikotoba's greenhouse? The plants would certainly appreciate it. ]

I was guided by the most conspicuous, logical conclusion: Mr. Naruhodo and Miss Susato required inexpensive lodgings, and my attic [ and pocketbook? ] was quite empty.

[ He doffs his hat and jostles a hand through his hair. This does nothing to improve matters. ] The arrangement was not the least bit unfamiliar, having enjoyed the same with Professor Mikotoba some ten years past.

[discourtesies]

[Honestly, this man... for every good deed he does, there's some annoyance preceding or following. Van Zieks shakes his head as if in disbelief, though he can't say he's terribly surprised by anything he's learned in the course of this meeting. His tone is flat as he responds, reading between the lines.]

A mutual exchange of sorts, you're suggesting.

[He could make a snide remark about shoving the doctor into the attic, but... he holds his tongue. Besides, he does actually have a reason for coming here that has nothing to do with the detective.]

As enlightening as this conversation has been... I believe it is past time I allowed you to return to your solo performance.

[And it's better he doesn't stay around Sholmes and his banter for too long, lest he end up freezing some part of the garden by accident.]