OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[Dips his head down to kiss her neck. Mwah.]

Perfect. Then you have all the qualities necessary to be a great detective's partner.

[Being able to put up with Sholmes is the paramount of them all, and she's proven that time and time again.]

[velluminous]

I like how that is sounding.

[ still they sway. she touches the side of his neck when he kisses hers, wondering whether Iris is coming back, or drifted off with the car, or is listening in from just around a corner. any of the above could be true. ]

You are perfect for me.

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[Iris may return swiftly, or not! Hard to tell when she's caught up with one of her inventions, as she suggested she might be.]

And I was a fool, truly, to stay away for so long. How shall we spend the rest of your first day here, my dear? I want it to be nothing short of memorable for you.

[velluminous]

[ yes, her heart does clench a little. he did stay in London, even as she fought to make her way to him.

but she doesn't want to think about all of that. ]

I want you to... take me on date.

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[HE HAS A LITTLE GIRL TO TAKE CARE OF, TO BE FAIR :sadcat:]

Oh? And have you a request regarding the specifics, or shall I surprise you completely and utterly?

[The latter is a dangerous but maybe compelling option, because what might Sholmes consider a romantic date in that mind of his?]

[velluminous]

[ with utter love and affection, she says: ] Someone else has to do cooking.

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[wow

Valid, though.]

Ha! No bold experimentations this evening, I see. Simple enough! Dinner and drink, courtesy of someone else’s hand. And after… I wonder, would a wax museum tickle your fancy?

[velluminous]

[ her brow pinches with thought ] What is "wax museum"?

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Oh, have you never been to one in Waterdeep?

[Or perhaps it’s merely an Earth curiosity?]

A museum filled with waxworks sculptures of noteworthy people, historical and cultural. Of the then and the now! And all of it, impressively lifelike.

Why, my own likeness should be completed by now. I’ve forgotten to ask about it.

[velluminous]

You? [ she takes his arms by the elbows and shakes them. ] Da. Da, I will go!

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[And he jostles and wobbles like the noodle he is. Perhaps he didn’t expect her enthusiasm to this degree.]

T-truly?

[velluminous]

My lyubimy, immortalized? We should go now!

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[Goodness, she is excited. Sholmes can’t help but feel similarly in turn, as well as proud that his visage has earned a place in wax museum history.]

Very well! Let us tell Iris and Wagahai where we’re off to, and we shall head out immediately.

[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.]

[velluminous]

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.]

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[ 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?

[spelljam]

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?