Telepathic IC 'Inbox' and Messenger Bird Reception

[greatestdefective]

[Catch-all post for one-on-one messages that need to be delivered directly to Sherlock, either through the amulets or with a messenger bird. Meeting in person is also an option!]

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[greatestdefective]

[...Well. Hum. Holmes will just keep holding onto him, then.]

Should you be up and about?

[greatestdefective]

[Well, that sure got his attention right away! He's perked right up.]

Why, yes! Indeed I am. Quite skilled, if I do say so myself. Why do you ask?

[ryuwrighthistory]

Mm. [Was that a no or a yes?] Water...

[greatestdefective]

Right! Water! Yes! [Holmes can get him a glass of water! Sure!

... except that he can't, because he's still holding Naruhodou upright.]

Ah. Would you like to sit down?

[ryuwrighthistory]

[Sitting?...That does sound nice. For a moment it seem like he was going to pass out as he falls, but he's just going to sit down right there, on the floor.]

[torsion]

I know you have rates for your detective works, but I'd like to pay you for this if you can manage.

[ She tries not to sound all business, even if they're currently mixing business and pleasure. ]

A friend of mine is missing his hand. He has it so he can attach a chainsaw to it and a fake, wooden hand. I was wondering if you could possibly make something that's usable? Even without the same fine motorskills, anything that could work more than deadweight would be ideal. [ She pauses, since she's sure he'd like to see his handiwork (heh) in action, but she's not sure how honest she wants to be. ] He's gone now, on the Wall of Names and all. But if he comes back, I'd like this to be waiting for him.

[greatestdefective]

Ah- [That's an unexpected turn of events, but... Good enough! Holmes will take it. He pats Naruhodou on the shoulder one last time.]

Right. You just wait here. I'll be right back!

[greatestdefective]

[Awwww, what a sweet gesture. Holmes is literally cooing for a few seconds.]

I can manage that! Yes! It ought to be a simple task, challenging in its own ways. [Simple things can totally be challenging, okay.] ... Or. Well... There is one problem. Such a thing would have to fit perfectly, and so I would need measurements of his- err- what's left of his wrist. Or his arm.

[torsion]

[ Friends are good to friends. If he lost an arm, she'd find someone to help him out! ]

Trial-and-error, right? Would an approximation be alright and adjustments be made if he were to return? I mean, I'll pay you regardless and if it's too big or too small it just means I'll commission you again. Practice making perfect? [ A little fast, thoughts swirling as she tries to recall certain details. ] Wait, I think I could just use the crystals and emotions to show you from memory. I've done that before with a friend from home so...

[ryuwrighthistory]

Mm... [That's the only response that he acknowledges what Holmes was saying. The wall he leans onto now is cold, but nice with his head feeling numb. He coughs quietly, trying to keep himself awake for however long it takes for Holmes to come back.]

[greatestdefective]

Hmmmm... I suppose so. A memory still doesn't provide accurate measurements, but if I construct something which allows for a bit of adjustment, it ought to be fine.

[He definitely knows that someone can show memories of friends from back home. Naruhodou did the same thing to him a while ago. It was... jarring.]

[greatestdefective]

[It takes a minute or so, but Holmes does return, glass in hand. He crouches down in front of his friend and gives him another gentle shake.]

Mr. Naruhodou?

[ryuwrighthistory]

[At this point, the entire hallway was covered in a stuffy warm haze.] Hm? [Someone talking in this fog?] Yes? Oh- [Right, water. He reaches out, holding the glass in both hands.] Sorry....probably should have called for someone instead.

[torsion]

So, you think you can do it, then? [ Elated, there's a definite smile in her voice; a kind of soft warmth that can be felt reaching out. ] If so, I'd love to come to an agreement with you.

[greatestdefective]

[He's keeping a close eye on that glass! It's entirely possible Naruhodou isn't strong or lucid enough to keep it upright. Let there be no spills!]

No, no, don't worry about it! When struck with illness, all one wants to do is stretch their legs. [aaand then get scolded for it, usually. Holmes has had plenty of that.]

[greatestdefective]

I know I can do it! I'm the Great Sherlock Holmes, after all! [GOSH.] You can leave it all in my capable hands!

[ryuwrighthistory]

[He hums quietly as he takes a sip from his glass. The cold water helped his throat a bit.]

Are you speaking from your own experience? [He teases, because Holmes sure doesn't know how to sit still.]

[greatestdefective]

Hmm... I don't know, am I? It does sound like me, doesn't it? [He taps a finger against his forehead, then sits up a bit straighter.] So how do you feel?

[ryuwrighthistory]

[He hums, too out of it to respond to his roundabout answer.] I feel... [He looks down at his water suspiciously.] Did you put something in this?

[greatestdefective]

[He blinks and looks down at the glass as well.]

Nnnno? I don't believe I did. [Or did he??? ...No, he's got nothing on hand to slip in there.]

[ryuwrighthistory]

[That's a really comforting response.] ...Taste like water. I thought you'd put me under some kind of test, if I passed out or hop around or something.

[greatestdefective]

What? [He immediately tries to press a hand against Naruhodou's forehead.] Your fever must be worse than I thought. Such odd thoughts could only be delirium!

[ryuwrighthistory]

I'm...I'm not being delirious. [He makes a feeble attempt to swat Holmes' hand away.] You're always up to some kind of invention or experiment.

[greatestdefective]

Any good, responsible scientist would refrain from testing these concoctions on their housemate without prior warning!

[He's not a responsible scientist, though. He's tested stuff on Mikotoba in the past and he may have tested stuff on Naruhodou as well.]

[ryuwrighthistory]

But you're not a responsible scientist. [Dang he just laying it out there. Maybe being sick makes him more blunt.]