OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[velluminous]

Yes...

[ her tail squirms in delight; she finally lets him go. his waistcoat sadly still buttoned. :( ]

This is so exciting!

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[His waistcoat must remain buttoned if they're to be off anyway; what happened to dinner? Well, maybe he'll remember later.

But right now, the priority is clearly the wax museum. He spins around and smiles at her.]

Be ready in a tick.

[And, at the speed Sholmes can move, it really doesn't take long. A quick update and goodbye given to Iris and Wagahai, a moment to slip on his coat, hat, and other accoutrements, and he's finally offering his arm to her.]

Though my own visage is the main appeal, no doubt, there are also a myriad of other crimes of ill-repute on display that you may take an interest in.

[The immediate assumption that everyone must find appeal in crime, at least when it comes to the method in which they are carried out.]

[velluminous]

[ quick as lightning, that Herlock Sholmes. so caught up is she in the merriment—the concept—of a proper date that she has taken his arm and allowed him to nearly whisk her out the door before she remembers: ]

My ring! Wait!

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[Blast!! HE FORGOR]

Ha! You’re right — it would be an evening with a bit too much excitement if you had forgotten your ring.

[He unhooks his arm from her to let her retrieve her ring. Whoops.]

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I want this to only be perfect.

[ the ring slides on. she is the woman once more. ]

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[The woman, huh?]

My dear, it is time spent with you. That is the very definition of perfection.

[Offers his arm again.]

[spelljam]

[ oh, no. never the ]

You make me swoon.

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[But who else would hold the the title of the in his life?]

We can’t have that. Not until you’ve taken in the sights properly. Now, shall we?

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Da. Da. I have been waiting for this forever...

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[Well! Then he'll usher her out with that trademark enthusiasm of his, arm-in-arm.]

Wait no longer, my dear girl.

[AND OUT THE DOOR THEY GO

Fast forward a little bit later, and it is, indeed, the wax museum you probably thought it was. Welcome to Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks. It's not terribly busy in here, with only a few other curious patrons wandering about, so they'll be able to enjoy the waxwork sights unimpeded.]

Here we are. I know the proprietor of this establishment personally, you know.

[spelljam]

[ in her mind, Herlock Sholmes must know everyone. this is hardly a surprise. she is hanging off his arm with barely-restrained eagerness; those dark eyes drink in it all, everything, from the architecture outside on the way to the wallpaper and lighting inside the actual museum.

how long has it been since she has been permitted to enter a museum, or any place of history? that alone makes her heart beat fast in her throat. ]

Then they will allow us very close inspection, yes?

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[It may display examples of more… sensationalist history, but it is a museum of history all the same. Some might call a place like this tactless or tasteless, but it’s intriguing, as well as informative for those with particular interests. After all, who can frown upon a waxworks museum that held a critical clue in solving a case that revolved around dire murders, conspiracy, and deeply-rooted corruption?

But that’s not what they’re here for.

Her enthusiasm filters into the feedback loop of his own, and he grins wide. Pleased, and truly excited.]

For a guest of mine? We might poke and prod them if we wish!

[(no one probably gave him that kind of permission)]

I’d ask where you’d like to begin, but surely you cannot wait to see your husband-of-wax first? Hmm?

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Da, of course I am wanting. I wish to see how intimately you are having been rendered.

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Very well. Then follow me, my dear.

[And he will lead her, then, into a part of the museum which exhibits a few rather violent, bloodied crimes of London's history. They pass what appears to be a back area—perhaps another exhibit—partitioned away via a thick curtain, but Sholmes seems to have no interest in lingering either here nor there. No, he goes straight towards his own exhibit, which displays a dimly-lit alleyway, a nondescript (waxwork) murdered body sprawled across the cobblestone, and the figure of Sholmes himself, who is crouched over and examining the scene with a magnifying glass.]

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[ she trots right up to the exhibit and drops to her knees beside the waxwork Sholmes—but rather than join him in the investigation of the corpse, she bends low to look up at his downturned face. ]

Amazing! It is looking just like you.

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[It does look like him; it's clear whoever has crafted his facial features put plenty of love and care into the task.

Sholmes proudly declares as she examines "him"-] As I recall, it took a few attempts. The poor woman nearly shattered my nose at least once or twice while in the courtroom.

[?? baffling statement]

But! Perhaps that's a testament to how unique this face is, hm? Captured only by a true craftsman, and nothing less.

[sure sholmes]

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[ he won't hear her argue that. but— ] In courtroom? And how did you so anger her?

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[Barks a laugh.]

Oh, no, it wasn't I who angered her. Nor was I at all the reason why there was a court hearing in the first place!

[Sort of. True. Maybe.]

No, as a witness, she was recalling the details of a rather sordid crime that had become relevant at the time. I suppose she wanted to take her work with her, all the same.

[because things are insane in ace attorney land]

[spelljam]

She... brought it to trial?

[ she's still on her knees before the other Sholmes, but looking at him now directly. ]

Very devoted woman, she.

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That much is very true.

[They're talking about a woman who dug up a grave to properly cast the facade of a dead man, after all. But maybe that part isn't worth mentioning for now.

Instead, Sholmes hops on on the display next to her.]

But her devotion to her craft is evident, is it not? A handsome face, hm?

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[ there he is, close enough for her to touch. she looks from him to the waxwork. ]

Not so handsome.

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[Sputters-] It… it isn’t?!

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Nyet. [ a low purr of a laugh as she cups his face—the real Sholmes' ] I like this one more. It is your motion, and this light in your eyes, and your knowing of all around you which makes you so very beautiful man.

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[Oh. She'll watch realization shift into a bright smile across his features.]

My dear, it's true very little can compare to the original, but to flatter me in such a way... You'll have me blushing.

[spelljam]

[ oh, she'd like for him to blush. ] It is your life I am loving. This... replica, he does not have your joy.