{Holmes is trying to piece together where he is, what he's doing here. This would almost be an accidental video, except that he knew that he was dealing with a communicator even if he's not sure which button activates what. Anything can be solved by staring at it or poking it. He's not sure what the picture on the screen is just yet, but the ( Read more... )

{He's posting from his sitting room again today, though this time he is seated on the dinner table, air rifle in hand, polishing it. It received a bit of wear after his outing on the CES' rendition of Qo'nos, and clearly this cannot be allowed to remain in such a state. The room behind him is its usual disaster, though.}I wonder, how many of you ( Read more... )

{Holmes has spent the day since the endgame alternating between stewing and brooding. It's been an exceptionally selfish day, and his thoughts have rarely strayed from himself. He's in his sitting room, smoking his pipe.}It has been fairly interesting the past few days, for which I suppose I should be thankful. My condolences, of course, to ( Read more... )

{Holmes has been in his room most the day and, as his usual, is largely ignoring the noise over the network. He's vaguely aware something is going on, but can't bring himself to care. So, he sits, smoking in front of his fireplace, and talks about what is on his mind.}It occurs, as I prepare for the upcoming art classes, that there is no similar ( Read more... )

{Private to Arthur}

Arthur, {Holmes is distinctly awkward using an acquaintance's first name} I understand you have information regarding Miss Young's treacherous contraptions. I should be ever grateful for your time.

{Spam for Reaver}

{Hearing about Clapet's wine and its potentially fatal effects, Holmes wastes no time throwing on his jacket ( Read more... )

[Last minute Santa letter!]

( Dear Admiral Claus )