[CLOSED] I AM THE SON AND THE HEIR OF A SHYNESS THAT IS CRIMINALLY VULGAR

[sturmnbatarangs]

Who: sturmnbatarangs and whatsolarsystem (and any roommates who want to witness the ridiculousness!)
What: Sherlock has some strange chemicals in his room. Batman has a drug-sniffing crime dog in his. Shenanigans.
When: idk whenever
Where: 4-13 (that one room of craziness)
Warnings: Excessive linefacing

Comments

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock hadn't been returning to his room very often, as of late. There were two reasons for this. 1) He had currently been busy with a new case that had cropped up and 2) he may or may not have been avoiding John, after their most recent spat.

Nonetheless, he had to return to his room every once in awhile; if only to change his clothes, if nothing else.

However, when he returns this time around, he finds an old man and his dog tearing things up.

Now, it's not as if Sherlock's room was the pinnacle of neatness in the first place, but there was an order to the chaos. And now, in Sherlock's mind, it was nothing more than chaos and inconvenience.

He stands in the doorway, looking both aghast and highly, highly irritated.]

What are you doing?!

[sturmnbatarangs]

[Bruce doesn't even look at Sherlock, more focused on identifying what, exactly, he was crouched over. Ace, however, looks up from the pile he was nosing through to fix Sherlock with a veeery judgmental look, considering he's a dog.]

[And, you know, reminding Sherlock of his presence, should the need to protect Bruce arise.]

A better question would be what you're doing. Do you know what this is?

[and he holds up a little baggie of... some bizarre alien stuff and actually faces Sherlock.]

sorry for tl;dring at you

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock is more than aware of Ace's presence; it's difficult to not notice a dog of that size, especially when it's in the middle of his horribly messier-than-usual room.

The detective steps forward nonetheless, if only to get a better look at the small baggie. It's definitely bizzare alien stuff. Bizzare alien powdery stuff, actually.

Yes, he remembered. One of his experiments borne out of boredom was the reason for what lie in that bag. It was interesting to see what types of alien chemicals reacted with what, and what they produced. He may have created some questionably strong substances from time to time, but it was always creating for the sake of creating, or stemming from some odd accident.

Besides, he'd never actually used any of the stuff, in any form or fashion. The experiments were usually tossed aside for later reference, and subsequently forgotten about just as quickly.

(And it was just a theory on his part, but Sherlock believed ingesting any of what Bruce held in that baggie might cause long-term nerve

I will never forgive you.

[sturmnbatarangs]

Hm. [and, rather than listening to Sherlock, he makes a note on his Guide, then locks eyes with Ace for a split second.]

[Ace moved forward to sniff Sherlock himself, while Bruce went back to some pile of other various incredibly dangerous substances.]

That brings it to eight.

[He doesn't seem to be talking to Sherlock, but rather to Ace- not that he's looking at either of them- while Ace is checking Sherlock in person to see if he's got anything on him to round up the total. After a few more seconds of note-taking, he looks back to Sherlock, and while he doesn't slip into the Batman register, he's certainly looking more weighty and serious than a man his age ever should.]

Point out the others. You'll save us some time.

/sobs

[whatsolarsystem]

[This seriousness is obviously being noted, but given Sherlock's constant mood of agitation, it's also mostly being ignored.]

What others? You want to know where all of my chemistry materials are? Or just the ones you think are bordering on some sort of intangible moral line for you?

What are you, the makeshift drug squad?

/will possibly forgive you eventually, who knows

[sturmnbatarangs]

[Well, if Sherlock isn't going to give him the answer.... He nearly rolls his eyes and Ace, whether at some unseen cue from Bruce or because he's listening to the conversation, goes back to pawing through the room.]

The ones that are legitimately dangerous. Surely you know that much, at least.

When they're in a shared room, I might as well be.

[whatsolarsystem]

'A shared room'- [Sherlock is looking highly indignant] This is still my bedroom. I've done nothing with those, they've been sitting there for weeks. [vague hand gesture at the substances that Bruce has already found.] You think they're going to grow legs and wander off into someone else's room? Surprise, Mr Wayne, they're not.

[sturmnbatarangs]

When you can't find all the substances scattered around the room, forgive me if I don't think you're the most responsible person.

[whatsolarsystem]

You think I don't know where they all were? I know where I had kept them, just as I know where I keep my violin, or my books. There's an order to it-

One that you're most efficiently destroying.

[sturmnbatarangs]

Oh, then next time we need to dig out the illegal drugs in your room, we'll try to keep things ordered.

[whatsolarsystem]

I'd appreciate it if you did. [He would, actually.] In fact, I'd appreciate it if you didn't bother digging in my room in the first place. They're doing no one any harm, if you haven't noticed.

[sturmnbatarangs]

And I'd appreciate if you don't create drugs in your bedroom. It makes it easier to keep track of whether or not they're being used.

[whatsolarsystem]

You think I'm purposefully making narcotics? [The last word is said with a roll of his eyes, as if stressing the ridiculousness of this situation. I mean, seriously. Who are you, Lestrade or something.] Science is not always predictable, not when dealing with some of the alien variables on this ship. I'm sure even you can comprehend that.

[sturmnbatarangs]

You're Sherlock Holmes.

[Because, I mean, come on. Drug use is just a part of the package. Not that he appreciates the lecture on science, either.]

You're admitting to dealing with unpredictable chemicals in a highly inhabited portion of the ship. And if any of these chemicals were to be explosive, or poisonous, or in any other way unpredictable, you wouldn't know either.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Oh. Oh, tedious. Someone else who assumes to know his character just because he's been mentioned in literary titles. Or whatever.]

I'm clean. I don't even smoke! [yes, this is much like deja vu.]

I've yet to see anything explode. And I'd think that no one here is stupid enough to ingest any of this. Tell me, what would you have me do?

[sturmnbatarangs]

[Bruce realizes he shouldn't have said that. He doesn't like the assumptions people have about him, after all. Either way, though, what's said is said.]

Find a lab. Or some sort of protection against accidents that isn't little more than a door and a deadbolt.