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caughtinanetwork2012-02-24 11:13 am
perhapsyouveheardofme) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-02-24 11:13 am
first deduction // video
[Holmes hasn't been seen since the curse; that's because he's been ferreting around the apartments, staying on the down-low and finding himself some bases of operation. he's also been exploiting the "nothing really costs anything" bonus, and that will be evident when the video flickers on and shows him in a messy and half-Victorian style apartment (in the Larmline building, for the eagle-eyed). there are books everywhere, and papers, and clothing, tossed about and stacked and basically making the room look as if it's been occupied for over a year. it's a little dark in the apartment, and someone who cares to look past Holmes will notice that a great deal of the large windows have their curtains pulled over.
the man himself looks clean, though somewhat rumpled: his hair is everywhere, and seems as if it had a hand quickly run through it, and he's half-dressed by way of Victorian standards (black trousers, white shirt partially unbuttoned, black suspenders on). he looks as if he hasn't slept for a day or so, because he hasn't. he has a nice, slim pipe in his mouth, and as the video comes on, he leans away from it, snatching the pipe out from between his teeth.]
Ahh.. Yes, I think that will do nicely.
[he clears his throat and perches on the arm of a chair directly behind him, staring into the camera with a half-smirk on his face.]
It was, at first, no small feat to discover how this little device I found mysteriously within my possession worked; after much testing, I think I know it entirely, and I've only spent a few hours running tests. A curious little item, but not without its fascinations. Three modes of communication are available to me in ways I have never more than considered on a particularly outlandish fancy. It should prove most useful in the days to come.
[he leans back, crossing his legs, one foot perched on the opposite knee, and crosses his arms, pipe still in hand.]
And on that particular subject.
I have come to this place a stranger, entirely without rumour to my name; I find this suits me less than I should have originally thought. You see, my profession relies on the word of mouth, and without it, I have come upon a wealth of absolute boredom.
My name is Sherlock Holmes, and I am a consulting detective of some repute in the great city of London. I would be most grateful if any and all who may have a problem of interest were to come to my apartment; I am on the fourth floor of the Larmline building, in the second apartment. My fees are simple enough, if ever I ask for them, and I will work in the strictest confidence of all.
[he pauses, not sure what else to say; he has never been this desperate before, so this is new territory for him. his pipe taps slightly on his knee as he thinks, staring at the camera, otherwise unmoving. then, suddenly, it comes to him, and his entire face lights up.]
Ah-
-and do be so kind as to only bring interesting problems? Trifles can only interest me so far.
[he sticks his pipe in his mouth, and a faint sucking of air can be heard, but by now it's gone out, and he takes it out again.]
Damn!
the man himself looks clean, though somewhat rumpled: his hair is everywhere, and seems as if it had a hand quickly run through it, and he's half-dressed by way of Victorian standards (black trousers, white shirt partially unbuttoned, black suspenders on). he looks as if he hasn't slept for a day or so, because he hasn't. he has a nice, slim pipe in his mouth, and as the video comes on, he leans away from it, snatching the pipe out from between his teeth.]
Ahh.. Yes, I think that will do nicely.
[he clears his throat and perches on the arm of a chair directly behind him, staring into the camera with a half-smirk on his face.]
It was, at first, no small feat to discover how this little device I found mysteriously within my possession worked; after much testing, I think I know it entirely, and I've only spent a few hours running tests. A curious little item, but not without its fascinations. Three modes of communication are available to me in ways I have never more than considered on a particularly outlandish fancy. It should prove most useful in the days to come.
[he leans back, crossing his legs, one foot perched on the opposite knee, and crosses his arms, pipe still in hand.]
And on that particular subject.
I have come to this place a stranger, entirely without rumour to my name; I find this suits me less than I should have originally thought. You see, my profession relies on the word of mouth, and without it, I have come upon a wealth of absolute boredom.
My name is Sherlock Holmes, and I am a consulting detective of some repute in the great city of London. I would be most grateful if any and all who may have a problem of interest were to come to my apartment; I am on the fourth floor of the Larmline building, in the second apartment. My fees are simple enough, if ever I ask for them, and I will work in the strictest confidence of all.
[he pauses, not sure what else to say; he has never been this desperate before, so this is new territory for him. his pipe taps slightly on his knee as he thinks, staring at the camera, otherwise unmoving. then, suddenly, it comes to him, and his entire face lights up.]
Ah-
-and do be so kind as to only bring interesting problems? Trifles can only interest me so far.
[he sticks his pipe in his mouth, and a faint sucking of air can be heard, but by now it's gone out, and he takes it out again.]
Damn!
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Isn't 'interesting' kind of vague?
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[he stands, stepping forward. get ready for hand gestures.]
Question. In two cases, a man and a woman are together, bound in eternal matrimony.
The first case. The man disappears one day. That isn't interesting; if one looks at the couple as a whole, they are quite wealthy, and living comfortably outside the city. This is not a mystery; to an outsider, it is increasingly obvious that some form of disinterest has plagued the man, and he has disappeared.
Now, the second case. A similar couple. Wealthy, and comfortable. The man disappears one day. The wife is walking along the streets throughout London, and hears a cry above her head. She looks up, she notices her husband, hanging halfway out of a window in a three-story. He cries out, throws up his hands, and is pulled back into the room. She rushes into the building not moments later, finds only a homeless man, her husband's clothing, and a fair amount of blood, and immediately assumes the absolute worst. No body is recovered.
[here, he pauses, lighting his pipe.]
Which case would you take? The case of the missing husband, who has glutted himself upon drink in a local tavern and taken to wooing young women to his bed out of boredom, while his wife agonizes at home? Or, would you take the infinitely more interesting case, of the missing husband, with no body to show but a fair amount of blood, who was pulled into the window by an unknown source?
Interesting is not a difficult word to define; the difference between definitions often lies in the core of the person. Should they consider their meager problem a mystery purely because they are incapable of considering the worst or finding the facts, they view themselves as interesting, because it is something to them.
But. If the person defining instead realizes that their problems are outside themselves to a degree, and lay in a haze of damnably difficult circumstances, and are without obvious facts they simply aren't refusing to acknowledge, they will find themselves a meeting with Sherlock Holmes.
The difference is much more simple when you consider the facts and the picture as a whole.
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I mean, you say this guy lost interest and moved on, right? But there's no way of knowing that for sure, not if he just disappears. He...could have died like the man in the second case, just with no one there to witness it.
[ And he doesn't really see what being wealthy has to do with him losing interest in the first place. That was something that could happen to anyone, right? ]
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I get what you're saying, though. At least, I think I do--You take the weird cases, right? The one's with little details that don't really make sense. Or circumstances that throw everyone off.
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Yes, it does; enough to be commonplace. There is yet to be much reproach for a man with wandering eyes and hands, and until that day comes upon the great City, it will not stop, I'm sure of it.
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