[ irene adler does not do selfless, charitable acts. she is not given to rescues. irene flutters away from danger as fast as she can, even more so after the incident with the tea.
however, she knows holmes and his habits. she knows where he spends his time, and by all accounts, he spends his time in a most inconvenient place considering the latest insanity to break loose upon this ship. so irene takes account of her acquaintances, and finds so very many of them missing. her little flock has scattered to the wind, and it's all very trying, but if holmes had been in his place, she would have been content to sit in her room and wait for the dust to settle.
but holmes, in typical irritating fashion, is not in his room, nor anywhere to be found.
so for her own peace of mind (and future entertainment) irene must go seek him out. she winds a scarf about her face, layer after layer after layer, and goes down to the garden.
it's a predictable mess. screaming people, everyone carrying on, assaulted by intangible demons. she picks through them all carefully until she finds holmes. and of course, he's lying on the ground, half-mad. it's business as usual, in truth. is this what the good doctor puts up with every day? ]
Come along, up you get.
[ she nudges him first with the toe of her boot, before kneeling at his side and starting to pull at him in earnest. ]
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however, she knows holmes and his habits. she knows where he spends his time, and by all accounts, he spends his time in a most inconvenient place considering the latest insanity to break loose upon this ship. so irene takes account of her acquaintances, and finds so very many of them missing. her little flock has scattered to the wind, and it's all very trying, but if holmes had been in his place, she would have been content to sit in her room and wait for the dust to settle.
but holmes, in typical irritating fashion, is not in his room, nor anywhere to be found.
so for her own peace of mind (and future entertainment) irene must go seek him out. she winds a scarf about her face, layer after layer after layer, and goes down to the garden.
it's a predictable mess. screaming people, everyone carrying on, assaulted by intangible demons. she picks through them all carefully until she finds holmes. and of course, he's lying on the ground, half-mad. it's business as usual, in truth. is this what the good doctor puts up with every day? ]
Come along, up you get.
[ she nudges him first with the toe of her boot, before kneeling at his side and starting to pull at him in earnest. ]