Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Mar 28, 2010 16:07:31 GMT -5
Holmes escapes from his handcuffs with the key Irene gave him, disguises himself cleverly in Watson's moustache and skips off to the corner chemist to purchase a vial of laudenum. He stops by a gypsy on the way who owes him a favor and picks up a pressie for Irene.
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Holmes, whilst on a difficult case with Watson, sends flowers to his rooms at 221B for his adored miss Adler, with a note she shouldn't set the carpet on fire while he is away.
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*Irene smiles and kisses the letter, smelling the roses he left for her.*
Holmes dozes off and imagines Miss Adler reading his letter (written in code that he's sure only she will decipher) and smiles, kissing Watson's cheek in his sleep. To which Watson looks slightly disturbed, especially as the ticket attendant has just witnessed this event. Holmes snores happily, thinking of the woman.
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"Watson's log, 3rd solstice since Holme's last bath.
We are still traveling for our most recent case. The train is loud and Holmes has fallen asleep across the seats, his head lying on my lap. *sighs as has not yet forgotten the kissing incident. *Holmes is mumbling in his sleep; Irene, Irene, Irene...
Mrs Hudson is still distraught at the carpet damage back at 221b. I am now writing a check to her attention along with an apology note. [...] Why Mrs Hudson? Ms Adler, being of virtue is surely not to be tarnished by groundless accusations. As a Dr. and man of science I believe it is quite possible for a carpet to spontaneously combust.
*Holmes farts* ~Good good Holmes, not in here! tries to reach window but is trapped by Holmes still sleeping on top of him.
*Tries to free hand, aaah! success! reaches out for his 1840s broadway musicals book. Smiles slyly, checks to make sure Holmes is still asleep and proceeds to read the chapter on Bessie Bellwood."
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"My dear Miss Adler, Watson has awoken me on the train with one of his voluminous misplacement of his vaporous "wind disease" and has ordered me to the breakfast car for that ungodly early morning feast of the day. at least his kindness has succored me with my medicine in this dire time of earliest morning light. Last night we met a few of Moriarity's men, but thanks to the bloomers you so kindly packed for me and this amazing new dance we learned we got away wholly unscathed. I send this letter by Baker St boys and know most assuredly it will reach you in a timely fashion. Your illustrious fiance" ~S. Holmes
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Holmes, whilst on a difficult case with Watson, sends flowers to his rooms at 221B for his adored miss Adler, with a note she shouldn't set the carpet on fire while he is away.
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*Irene smiles and kisses the letter, smelling the roses he left for her.*
Holmes dozes off and imagines Miss Adler reading his letter (written in code that he's sure only she will decipher) and smiles, kissing Watson's cheek in his sleep. To which Watson looks slightly disturbed, especially as the ticket attendant has just witnessed this event. Holmes snores happily, thinking of the woman.
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"Watson's log, 3rd solstice since Holme's last bath.
We are still traveling for our most recent case. The train is loud and Holmes has fallen asleep across the seats, his head lying on my lap. *sighs as has not yet forgotten the kissing incident. *Holmes is mumbling in his sleep; Irene, Irene, Irene...
Mrs Hudson is still distraught at the carpet damage back at 221b. I am now writing a check to her attention along with an apology note. [...] Why Mrs Hudson? Ms Adler, being of virtue is surely not to be tarnished by groundless accusations. As a Dr. and man of science I believe it is quite possible for a carpet to spontaneously combust.
*Holmes farts* ~Good good Holmes, not in here! tries to reach window but is trapped by Holmes still sleeping on top of him.
*Tries to free hand, aaah! success! reaches out for his 1840s broadway musicals book. Smiles slyly, checks to make sure Holmes is still asleep and proceeds to read the chapter on Bessie Bellwood."
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"My dear Miss Adler, Watson has awoken me on the train with one of his voluminous misplacement of his vaporous "wind disease" and has ordered me to the breakfast car for that ungodly early morning feast of the day. at least his kindness has succored me with my medicine in this dire time of earliest morning light. Last night we met a few of Moriarity's men, but thanks to the bloomers you so kindly packed for me and this amazing new dance we learned we got away wholly unscathed. I send this letter by Baker St boys and know most assuredly it will reach you in a timely fashion. Your illustrious fiance" ~S. Holmes