[ 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: 2024-02-02 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? ]