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[ex_sherlock300]

Holmes no longer had any doubt whatsoever that fate had designed this place as his perfect and personal version of Hell.

Just now, he had sprawled himself across the recreational room sofa, legs long enough that his feet dangled over one arm, and though he had the text for Much Ado About Nothing open in one hand, it did him no good. He knew the

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[mr_demonology]

He had seen the man out of the corner of his eye, but had never approached, feeling far too overwhelmed and daunted, for that, by rumour, was Sherlock Holmes. Though, introductions did need be made and he cleared his throat to intrude upon his thoughts. "Hello, there," he remarked, with a pleasant smile.

[ex_sherlock300]

Holmes opened one eye, and then was gracious enough to open the other as well. The man seemed far too pleasant, which might well mean that he wanted a favor...or wanted Holmes to remove his shoes from the upholstery. Time would tell.

"Hello," Holmes returned, arching one eyebrow in unspoken question.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley cleared his throat, feeling quite in the way. "I'm sorry, I simply had to ask. Are you perchance Sherlock Holmes? The very one?"

[ex_sherlock300]

Very few men here had actually inquired, and the question seemed singular enough that Holmes raised the other eyebrow as well, giving the man his full attention.

"I am," he returned. "Or rather, I am the only Sherlock Holmes with whom I am familiar. But you do seem to have the advantage of me, sir."

[hunts_treasure]

I'm bringing back a book I took from the shelf when I notice Mr. Holmes spread out along the sofa looking bored to the point of distraction. I pass him, smiling slightly, and move to the shelf.

"You seem settled," I remark, and turn, leaning against the wall, crossing my arms casually across my ribcage. I'm dressed for yoga. I need to breathe.

[ex_sherlock300]

"Appearances are often deceiving, Miss Croft," Holmes returned, readjusting the arm flung over his eyes so that he might have a clear view of her. "Do tell me how you relieve the unrelenting tedium of this place, and I shall be unquestionably and even willfully in your debt."

[hunts_treasure]

"Various ways," I say. "Climb the dormant volcano, look for any dig sites that might be around- so far I've only found pottery shards, nothing terribly impressive- go tour the dinosaur territory... One finds ways."

[ex_sherlock300]

Holmes made a lean shift, shrugging one shoulder. "Mm. I cannot say your pursuits entirely appeal to my nature, madam." The dinosaurs held a certain measure of biological interest, but he had survived their attacks more or less unscathed. Neither archeology or anthropology interested him quite so much as the criminal mind, and given the demonstrably low level of crime in this miserable place, he held out little hope.

Admittedly, he had made some mild study of the case of Voldemort. He calculated the odds of being permitted to meet the man himself. Then he calculated the odds of managing such a thing without gaining anyone's permission at all.

"Though perhaps I accept your meaning, after all," he mused aloud.