[It'd been a stressful last mission and an eventful final holiday on the station. Between all of that, he'd almost forgotten that Sholmes' birthday was coming up. And if it were Sholmes' birthday, well...]
Ah, there you are.
[He greets him with a smile outside the doors of the simulation room.]
Er... I'm sorry if it's presumptuous of me, but... [Yujin ducks his head in humble apology.] Am I right to assume that you and my partner share a birthday? If it isn't, well, we can call this a late Christmas gift, I suppose...
[He's stalling. He has no idea if he got the simulation room to work right, oops.]
[ Stressful is one way to describe what that mission was. Sherlock feels the lack of the mistletoe magic not knowing he had been under any influence to begin with. It's a shame no one could just hide a sprig of mistletoe in his waistcoat. The magic of Christmas could war against the madness of Cthulhu.
Sherlock's confusion at Mikotoba's nervous brightness is evident all over his face, and it takes a moment for him to understand what Mikotoba is talking about. He can only blame his exhaustion for part of that. ]
Hm, I suppose that could be possible as we share other similarities. Was he born the 6th of January, 1859?
[ Honestly, Sherlock isn't exactly sure what day its supposed to be on the station even if there were Christmas like celebrations going on. Should he consider himself a year older? ]
But why do you feel the need to give me a gift? I'm not Sholmes, and I didn't give you anything for Christmas.
[ He's going to have to think of something for Mikotoba. And then for Dr. Watson because it feels wrong to give one something and not the other. He can only play favorites if his own Watson is involved. ]
Then I was correct. [There'd been enough similarities that he'd have been surprised if the shared birthday had not been the case.] The same day, but not the year. Sholmes was born in the 60's if I'm not mistaken.
As for the gift, well. [A sheepish smile.] It's not a material item, so don't trouble yourself over giving me anything back. I... simply realized we may not have very much more time together, so. I thought this might be nice.
[And with that, he ushers Holmes through the sliding metal doors of the simulation room. Inside are not the cold metal of the ship, but the surroundings of some very familiar rooms-- though they're a little different from what Holmes probably remembers.]
[ The 60's? Time continues to be a mystery on this station, and he still manages to feel too young and yet somehow too old.
Sherlock steps in, and his grey eyes dart over the scene before him as if he was looking for clues at a crime scene. He had no idea that the simulation room could be used in such a manner. Could he recreate the various scenes of his case? Or... home... as Mikotoba has? If he could call any place home, 221B Baker Street would be the closest.
However, this place before him? There are a few items in common: a violin, a chemistry set, a skull, piles of books and papers, but those are less seeming like home and more like that which could be dismissed as coincides. ]
I don't recognize anyth...
[ Then his gaze falls on the "VR" done in bullet holes on the wall. ]
I did that with darts in our room when I was ten in Cordona.
[ "Our room" in this case was his and Jon's room. ]
When I went back there, I thought how I should recreate it with bullets. I never did, and now, I don't feel the need to be patriotic or patriotic in that fashion.
[ When Mycroft's the Queen's Best Boy, the ability to separate the two is difficult. ]
[Yujin has had plenty of time with the details of 221B while recreating it. Instead of taking all of it in again, his eyes go straight to Holmes, watching the younger man's expression and anticipating a reaction. Maybe it's too forward, or he's comparing him to his own partner too much again, or the rooms look completely different... in fact, just as Holmes begins to say he doesn't recognize the place, Yujin's beginning to worry this was a mistake.
Fortunately, Holmes recognizes something. Those old bullet holes, of all things. At least Sholmes' impulsivity had paid off for something.]
Sholmes was eighteen. [With an amused huff, Yujin folds his arms over his chest, staring up at the "VR" himself.] It's for the better, if you ask me. The bullet holes don't add very much to the appearance, nor the atmosphere, of the room.
[Nor does the clutter, here and there. But he'd wanted to keep it accurate-- no secrets, or smoothing anything over, for Holmes' sake to be had here-- so Sholmes' messy desk and paperwork have stayed.
Almost instinctively, Yujin takes a seat in his old chair by the hearth. There's a rollicking fire behind the grate, and a pot of sweet-smelling tea atop the trunk used for a coffee table.]
Come, have a seat, Holmes. Once we set out on the next mission, I'm not sure when we'll be able to have a conversation like this again.
[ If Mikotoba sits in the seat on the left while facing the fire, Sherlock will give a small look of "you're in my spot" before taking his own seat. (Despite his room being on the right and Watson's on the left and their desks being on the same sides, their chairs by the fire are the opposite.) ]
I suppose our time is running short. What did you wish to speak of?
[ There is so much light in this room. Is this really the same dreary London? ]
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Date: 2024-01-08 07:56 pm (UTC)I am available. I shall be there shortly.
[ He arrives with a large cup of coffee in his hands. Yup, Sherlock's still running on caffeine. ]
Mikotoba?
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Date: 2024-01-13 10:07 pm (UTC)Ah, there you are.
[He greets him with a smile outside the doors of the simulation room.]
Er... I'm sorry if it's presumptuous of me, but... [Yujin ducks his head in humble apology.] Am I right to assume that you and my partner share a birthday? If it isn't, well, we can call this a late Christmas gift, I suppose...
[He's stalling. He has no idea if he got the simulation room to work right, oops.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 09:30 am (UTC)The magic of Christmas could war against the madness of Cthulhu.Sherlock's confusion at Mikotoba's nervous brightness is evident all over his face, and it takes a moment for him to understand what Mikotoba is talking about. He can only blame his exhaustion for part of that. ]
Hm, I suppose that could be possible as we share other similarities. Was he born the 6th of January, 1859?
[ Honestly, Sherlock isn't exactly sure what day its supposed to be on the station even if there were Christmas like celebrations going on. Should he consider himself a year older? ]
But why do you feel the need to give me a gift? I'm not Sholmes, and I didn't give you anything for Christmas.
[ He's going to have to think of something for Mikotoba. And then for Dr. Watson because it feels wrong to give one something and not the other. He can only play favorites if his own Watson is involved. ]
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Date: 2024-02-02 10:31 am (UTC)As for the gift, well. [A sheepish smile.] It's not a material item, so don't trouble yourself over giving me anything back. I... simply realized we may not have very much more time together, so. I thought this might be nice.
[And with that, he ushers Holmes through the sliding metal doors of the simulation room. Inside are not the cold metal of the ship, but the surroundings of some very familiar rooms-- though they're a little different from what Holmes probably remembers.]
A taste of home, before you actually return.
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Date: 2024-02-02 11:21 pm (UTC)Sherlock steps in, and his grey eyes dart over the scene before him as if he was looking for clues at a crime scene. He had no idea that the simulation room could be used in such a manner. Could he recreate the various scenes of his case? Or... home... as Mikotoba has? If he could call any place home, 221B Baker Street would be the closest.
However, this place before him? There are a few items in common: a violin, a chemistry set, a skull, piles of books and papers, but those are less seeming like home and more like that which could be dismissed as coincides. ]
I don't recognize anyth...
[ Then his gaze falls on the "VR" done in bullet holes on the wall. ]
I did that with darts in our room when I was ten in Cordona.
[ "Our room" in this case was his and Jon's room. ]
When I went back there, I thought how I should recreate it with bullets. I never did, and now, I don't feel the need to be patriotic or patriotic in that fashion.
[ When Mycroft's the Queen's Best Boy, the ability to separate the two is difficult. ]
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Date: 2024-02-07 10:22 am (UTC)Fortunately, Holmes recognizes something. Those old bullet holes, of all things. At least Sholmes' impulsivity had paid off for something.]
Sholmes was eighteen. [With an amused huff, Yujin folds his arms over his chest, staring up at the "VR" himself.] It's for the better, if you ask me. The bullet holes don't add very much to the appearance, nor the atmosphere, of the room.
[Nor does the clutter, here and there. But he'd wanted to keep it accurate-- no secrets, or smoothing anything over, for Holmes' sake to be had here-- so Sholmes' messy desk and paperwork have stayed.
Almost instinctively, Yujin takes a seat in his old chair by the hearth. There's a rollicking fire behind the grate, and a pot of sweet-smelling tea atop the trunk used for a coffee table.]
Come, have a seat, Holmes. Once we set out on the next mission, I'm not sure when we'll be able to have a conversation like this again.
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Date: 2024-02-07 11:24 pm (UTC)I suppose our time is running short. What did you wish to speak of?
[ There is so much light in this room. Is this really the same dreary London? ]