XXVII. The Adventure of the Lacking Disturbance {Video, Open}

[so_meretricious]

{Holmes is quite glad that the flood was not worse. Regressing, as it were, to a period of being in college is certainly better than, say, being a mouse or being eight. And we emerge, fresh and bright, none the worse for wear. Well, most of us. Homes is in the art room, not painting so much as smoking and staring at a work, likely his own, of the departed T-X in the nude. It is partially visible from the video. Which portion is up to you.}

I imagine none of you are as ideal in form. Do not mistake me, I do not refer to her physical being, but rather that of the captured ideal, the moment forever taken.

{Instead of further musing, he'll let that lie for a bit.}

When I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

{Private to Reaver}

I understand you found yourself in an unfortunate situation.