Mar 26, 2010 15:37
[Although it has only been occupied for three days, the sitting room of 221 B2 is a mess. Mostly papers, but a few other technological bits and every-day things one could find around the city are also present. The most curious thing, however, would be the numerous small piles of dirt covering the table, each one a different color and consistency. Below every pile was a small piece of paper with a scribbled location name.
However, a sudden tremor about the room causes the table to shake, and Sherlock Holmes comes running into the view to steady it with an exclamation. But too late, the prearranged dirt is all mixed up now, and the papers lie on the floor.]
Earthquakes! Of all things.... Hindrance after hindrance. Twenty hours, lost!
[He throws his hands in the air and hurries briskly to the window. Some bitter laughter is cut short, when Sherlock Holmes sticks his head out the window and observes a sight he has never seen before. He hurries back to pick up his network device and, realizing its already-on state, sits down.]
I would like to direct a question to the veterans of the City. How long are these curses prone to last, if that is indeed what this is?
[ooc: I will be out of town most of this weekend so replies will be erratic (lo siento!), but I am bringing my laptop! ♥ ]
on the scent,
adjusting,
i am undone,
doesn't get out much