[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.

Hi honey, I'm home...

[holmes_blogger]

((ooc: Assume this takes place after Sherlock & Bruce have their conversation in the first thread, I guess?))

[John is standing in the doorway in complete shock, staring at the mess. As far as he can tell, there isn't a single thing in the room that's still in its proper place, except maybe the furniture.]

What the bloody hell is going on in here?

DID YOU REMEMBER THE MILK?

[sturmnbatarangs]

[sounds good to me o7]

[And Bruce tosses a baggie of powder at him- to be fair, he picked the kind that was least likely to cause serious damage if it spilled- without even looking over.]

I don't suggest tasting that.

[holmes_blogger]

[John catches the bag tossed at him, and looks at it. Then he looks at Sherlock. He really doesn't want to be thinking what he's thinking right now.

He's not going to jump to any conclusions.

John looks back at Bruce.]

I'd appreciate a little more of an explanation for why our room has been torn apart.

[sturmnbatarangs]

[Bruce nods once towards Ace.]

He smelled something. He's a trained detection dog. There's more where that came from.

[and he's back to the little pile he's managed to assemble on the ground. Don't mind us, just doing not-so-police business here.]