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

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[flashy_magic]

I don't know. I think I'm as ideal in form. At least.

[so_meretricious]

You are truly without flaw, Mr. Stone?

{You could not put more scepticism into a tone if you tried.}

[flashy_magic]

Yeah, pretty much.

[so_meretricious]

Not indeed with your disproportionate jaw line, the awkward slope of your chin, nor the slight slant to your posture and gait from your ostentatious footwear?

And since this is before his Wednesday adventure. Also [Video]

[majorum_pride]

It's indeed a very admirable form. I can see why it's earned your appreciation.

{Video}

[so_meretricious]

It is remarkable, though she herself is a captured ideal. A created being, made by men who aspire to perfection. A pity that she has left us.

[Video]

[majorum_pride]

Made? Do you mean genetically engineered? The progenitor of my kind was created with such ideals in mind.

{Video}

[so_meretricious]

I admit I am not entirely familiar with the...method of creating persons in an artificial sense, but it is my understanding that she was assembled in a similar yet more complex manner than the library tabulation machines, or indeed, our methods of communication.

Have a Bertie with a slightly Jeevesian brain

[helpmejeeves]

I say, she's a bit...bare, isn't she?

Aside from that, the filly's proportions do conform nicely to the Greek golden ratio, and the contrappasto pose sets off her form splendidly.

Oh, dear lord.

[so_meretricious]

When one wishes to display the intricacies of human form it is rather necessary to have one's model be unclothed. With such sculpting, one wonders if she was gazed on as Galatea.

[helpmejeeves]

She does have the milky white completion for it. [And...Bertie made an Ancient Greek pun, 'cause gala = milk.]

Still, a few strategically placed ribbons or flowers or whatnot wouldn't go amiss. [Bertie cannot actually look at it without blushing.]

[so_meretricious]

{Impressive! ...Not the modesty, that is.}

There is a sash.

{A hardly strategically placed, barely noticeable, translucent sash, but a sash none the less.}

[19centconstable]

I'll hold my tongue, lest anything I say here somehow make its way back home and be held against me.

[You know, by that wife George has had this whole time.]

[so_meretricious]

The appreciation of art will be held against you, Constable?

[19centconstable]

The appreciation of forms, perhaps.

[so_meretricious]

How appalling. Who might be the one you fear in this regard?

evil-or at least uncaring Hoffman?

[expectremorse]

...beautiful. [he sounds so bored]

Oh, Hoffman.

[so_meretricious]

Have you ascended beyond a need or appreciation for ideals?

Re: Oh, Hoffman.

[expectremorse]

[He snorts] if i wanted the female form... i would download a good porn.

There are better things people could be painting.

[so_meretricious]

{He scoffs at the mention of porn. Mostly for the sex, but due to his elevated opinion of women today you get twice the scoff! How dare you treat them as outlets for your sexual persuasions.}

I would believe there is hardly an ultimate subject, one so grand than once painted no one need ever learn the delicate art in the future.