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[ oomm: testing theories ]
Dec. 28th, 2009 09:44 pmThe recent appearance of the strange establishment known as Milliways (as well as the conversation he and Watson had partaken in with the equally strange young lad) is still weighing heavily on Holmes' mind; in fact, it may be the sole reason for his insomnia and otherwise restless behavior, or his insistence at playing his violin at all hours of the night, a habit which never serves to drive Mrs. Hudson (the shrew) into a near-fit of hysterics. None of it - least of all, the hysterical behavior - is serving to calm his unease about the situation, and Holmes briefly wonders if the primary scapegoat for his frustration can be found in the lack of knowledge he possesses of Milliways itself.
Something else that the boy had said - amongst his otherwise odd behavior and those strange music-emitting beads of his, of course - is also beginning to make its way into the cogs and gears of Holmes' thought process and gumming up the works. What he'd said in regards to Holmes himself and Watson, and the fact that their behavior could have been misinterpreted as anything more than a strong fraternity - it's positively, utterly ridiculous! The mere notion strikes him with the overwhelming urge to laugh until his sides are aching. On the other hand, it does present a theory to be developed, an overall problem to be solved - and it will be impossible for Holmes to properly rest until he has figured out a conclusion for his own peace of mind. (Watson's personal comfort be damned.)
This is the explanation for why Holmes is laying in wait, hiding behind one of the thick curtains within his personal quarters which block most of the sunlight from streaming through and disrupting his frequent habit of sleeping until the late midday hours.
He has calculated and recalculated, examined every possible entrance and exit, thought up each way in which Watson could react to his experiment. The excitement of this new test hits him all at once; rubbing his hands together excitedly, he stands perfectly still to wait for Watson's typical time of entry.
"And so it begins," he mutters to himself.
Something else that the boy had said - amongst his otherwise odd behavior and those strange music-emitting beads of his, of course - is also beginning to make its way into the cogs and gears of Holmes' thought process and gumming up the works. What he'd said in regards to Holmes himself and Watson, and the fact that their behavior could have been misinterpreted as anything more than a strong fraternity - it's positively, utterly ridiculous! The mere notion strikes him with the overwhelming urge to laugh until his sides are aching. On the other hand, it does present a theory to be developed, an overall problem to be solved - and it will be impossible for Holmes to properly rest until he has figured out a conclusion for his own peace of mind. (Watson's personal comfort be damned.)
This is the explanation for why Holmes is laying in wait, hiding behind one of the thick curtains within his personal quarters which block most of the sunlight from streaming through and disrupting his frequent habit of sleeping until the late midday hours.
He has calculated and recalculated, examined every possible entrance and exit, thought up each way in which Watson could react to his experiment. The excitement of this new test hits him all at once; rubbing his hands together excitedly, he stands perfectly still to wait for Watson's typical time of entry.
"And so it begins," he mutters to himself.
