[ A certain detective has been making his own rounds of the event, subjecting party goers to his buzzed chatter, entirely unsolicited observations, vaguely offensive jokes, and chronic sneezing. After his most recent victims guests excuse themselves to get a refill, Sholmes sips his own Applebloom Cider and scans the crowd ...
Only for his eyes to land squarely on Beatrix. Why does this woman make him feel a sudden sense of disquietude? To be sure, she cuts an intimidating figure with her eyepatch and stern bearing. A friend of van Zieks, he decides. But that doesn't explain his malaise.
This requires further investigation, and so he winds his way over and gives her a nod in greeting. ]
Good evening, mada-ah-ah--
[ This is about as far as he gets before he yanks a kerchief from his pocket and explodes into a half-dozen sneezes. With each one, his drink sloshes over the rim of his glass. Once he's through, his voice has turned thick, eyes watery, and nose red. ] Oh, I do beg your pardon, madam. These bloody allergies will be the death of me.
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victimsguests excuse themselves to get a refill, Sholmes sips his own Applebloom Cider and scans the crowd ...Only for his eyes to land squarely on Beatrix. Why does this woman make him feel a sudden sense of disquietude? To be sure, she cuts an intimidating figure with her eyepatch and stern bearing. A friend of van Zieks, he decides. But that doesn't explain his malaise.
This requires further investigation, and so he winds his way over and gives her a nod in greeting. ]
Good evening, mada-ah-ah--
[ This is about as far as he gets before he yanks a kerchief from his pocket and explodes into a half-dozen sneezes. With each one, his drink sloshes over the rim of his glass. Once he's through, his voice has turned thick, eyes watery, and nose red. ] Oh, I do beg your pardon, madam. These bloody allergies will be the death of me.