greatestdefective | Telepathic IC 'Inbox' and Messenger Bird Reception

[There's nothing quite like a sudden telepathic ping to draw Holmes out of his thoughts and toss him into a state of disoriented confusion instead. He almost drops the cup of tea he was holding.]

Hello?

[ At least she went for a "text" instead of a call. That's pretty jarring. ]

Just checking to see how you're doing, that's all. Haven't heard from you in a while.

[ She cares. ]

[Yes, a surprise voice definitely would've been worse than surprise text. Though, these words are a bit surprising as well.]

Haven't you? I could've sworn... Hum. How long has it been? [He can't quite remember.]

[ She swaps to voice just because she knows him. She has to think on how long and she's definitely sure before what happened with Sosyne -- which is why she's talking to him to begin with. ]

Too long, Sherlock. I know you tend to get... lost in your thoughts sometimes. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright after what happened with Sosyne.

[Something happened with Sosyne...? OH, right, yes, something had happened. Of course. That was a very big thing to have happened. It's no wonder that Jill would worry.]

III... am perfectly all right, yes! Err- I apologize for not getting in touch sooner. I was... distracted. [Buying leeches off shady Otherworlders and debating healing gels and whatnot.] And yourself? Are you well?

[ Yeah, something did happen. It's natural to worry about someone you care about, right? ]

Hey, it's alright. Just glad you're safe and not hurt. [ Of course he was. Somehow the second she heard about that she knew he'd reply -- it's why she thought of him, actually. ] I was in the desert when that happened doing some exploring so I'm fine.

[Sherlock rarely ever gets hurt, luckily. Most bad things, be they physical or emotional, just seem to either avoid him or bounce right off him.]

Ooh, the desert? Did you come across something interesting, or was it nothing more than endless sand?

[ Must be nice to have the power of luck on your side. Because that's all she can imagine. He's not the most cautious man, especially with how he gets enveloped by his thoughts. ]

'fraid not. But I still feel like there's gotta be something out there with all those ruins, right? Might be easier with someone else -- you ever take your time down there?

[His luck is indeed incredible, it's true.]

Me? I'm afraid not. Such expeditions are more fit for explorers, not detectives. Though... I must admit, a prospect of ruins stirs the curious mind.

...aren't you an explorer? Most detectives aren't researching things like you do for the sake of it. Might wanna redefine what you consider yourself to be.

Ah- well... I am mostly a detective, with a healthy dose of scientist and a dash of musician. Does exploration of a foreign land fall under the category of scientist?

Well, I suppose you're all of that, too. [ She pauses for a moment as she catches it again. ] Wait, you play an instrument? What do you play?

I play the violin, of course!

[He always assumes that's common knowledge, but then he has to remind himself that most Otherworlders haven't read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Sigh...]

It's a Stradivarius! Though, Mr. Naruhodou has given me a very nice violin made by local artisans as well.

Oh, really? Then maybe you and I should get together sometime for a duet? [ There's no teasing or joking to it, and it takes her a minute to recall maybe he doesn't know about her skills. ] I, ah, play piano. Probably not expected since I'm a rough and tumble kinda gal, but I've played it my entire life.

[ She knows what a Stradivarius is, though. Of course he plays one. Why would he play anything else, right? Still, he's impressive. ]

How does it play here? I've played pianos, of course, but I'm curious about the quality of violins. I bet they're pretty incredible.

Oh, it's quite an interesting change! I've even modified that particular violin with elemental cores to amplify the sound. Truly, there's no compare between that and my trusty Stradivarius.

[He pauses for a moment, humming thoughtfully.]

Though... You play the piano, you say? What luck. I happen to have one right here in the house. It was a little something I acquired to return the favor to Mr. Naruhodou. [Getting it inside the house and up the stairs was a craaazy endeavor.]

Elemental cores... I haven't heard of that, but I'm sure it's something to do with here, huh.

[ Jill does think that you can compare things. Stradivarius may be nice, but she's pretty sure about half of how good it is is limited to the cost of it. ]

I do, yeah. I don't have one because of how difficult it must be to transport. Already live outside the city and that's gotta be a little rough to move it. But it... I don't know, it's nostalgic for me, I guess. [ He can't see it, but she's smiling. Even if it's a little somber. ] Do you play piano, too, then?

I do not! As I said, I bought it for Mr. Naruhodou and I believe Mr. Asougi tinkers around with it on occasion. I remain a violin man, myself.

[He pauses to take a sip of his tea and something close to static buzzes through the connection.]

So! If you would like to play our piano as well, you're more than welcome to stop by any time.

That doesn't mean you didn't play it, but I guess that means there's one thing you don't do, huh.

[ She's curious if it's just a lack of focus or if something is going on right now she should ask about. The thing is, she's always polite and tries not to be too personal. So she doesn't say anything for now. ]

Well, if you're inviting me. Wouldn't mind giving it a spin.

[There's many things he doesn't do, actually. The main reason for that is simple: one man can't become an expert in everything. He'd rather focus the time he has on the few things he actively wants to do, just so he can be the best at them.]

Wonderful! We'll play a duet! With your piano skills and my violin skills, I'm sure we can produce a wonderful bit of music.

[ You can definitely be better at some things than others, but she's not surprised he's good at what he's good at. ]

I wouldn't mind that at all. It's been a while, but I can read music well enough. Just let me know when you've got some time.

I've got some time most days of the week, to be frank. Most of my work has been taking place at home, nowadays.

[And by 'work' he means 'unpaid tinkering'.]

Well, in that case, I don't mind keeping you company. I'll swing on by whenever you could use another friendly face and nimble fingers.

[ It's fine. Her work is "unpaid hunting" most of the time. Or working on her house. ]

Hey, uh... you're good at making things right? Mechanical things, too?

[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?

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.

[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.

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