voicetesting.

[jilt]

It's always pleasant, getting the chance to stretch my legs. But I do wonder what your intentions are. After all, I'm not one to sit idle, and I doubt you've made any real plans for me, have you?

Perhaps think on that a spell, before pressing on further with this.

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[beperpetual]

Ms. Adler, a pleasure as always.

[ proper british fais: GO. ]

[jilt]

And the good doctor in attendance as well. Perhaps it is fortunate I've arrived here.

[beperpetual]

Fortunate isn't perhaps the word I'd choose.

[ john's a fan of 'damned inconvenient'. ]

[jilt]

And what word would you choose?

[sherly_no_mates]

A chance to rest might be within your best interests. As well as the population of Europe. [In other words: why hello, Irene.]

[jilt]

You know I've never enjoyed being idle, Sherlock. However would I survive the boredom?

[sherly_no_mates]

Surely a time to catch up on one's reading. If not, I have been informed that crafting irreputable articles of clothing out of yarn appeals to members of your sex.

[jilt]

I've better uses for knitting needles.

[ like picking locks or stabbing people but that's neither here nor there. ]

And I would hate for your little file on me to lack material.

[sherly_no_mates]

[Hrm. He just bets.]

There can be no fear of that. Certainly your recent . . . endeavors complete it adequately. [And that's all he wants to discuss about Moriarty and . . . things.]

[jilt]

Let's not talk about business, shall we? Surely there are more engaging topics.

[ because moriarty is ever the impasse upon which neither of them shall budge. ]

[ex_moran_422]

Caution, she says.

[ As if Ms. Adler knows the meaning of the word. ]

[jilt]

She does.

Always a pleasure, Mr. Moran.

[ her tone is very light, as if this is inconsequential. as if this conversation is nothing but pleasantries. ]

[ex_moran_422]

[ She can have her pleasantries for all that the colonel cares which, it is safe to say, is not a lot. Moriarty has a taste for pleasantries as well, when they suit him. Moran begrudges neither of them, though they are not to his taste. ]

Is it? [ They never meet on pleasant terms, nor under circumstances that anyone with their head screwed on straight would call 'a pleasure'. But, again, she can call it what she likes. ] Suit yourself, then.

Biding time?

[jilt]

[ and irene and moriaty had gotten along quite well, until suddenly they hadn't. and when he'd poisoned her tea that had been a very pleasant affair as well. ]

I always do.

[ moran was always too brusque for her tastes. his methods, effective as they were, lacked the elegance irene had always favored. but there was no point in being dismissive, even if she'd have liked to. ]

Waiting for opportunity to present itself. It usually does.

[fearfulhand]

Great, it's you.

[To Moriarty, she was always the Bitch.]

[jilt]

[ who in the world is this. ]

No need to be so terribly rude.

[fearfulhand]

No need to wear a corset that tight if you don't plan on loosening it later.

[jilt]

Oh, but I don't. Not that it's any of your business, after all.

[fearfulhand]

'course it is. Women like you, they wear their blouses down and their corsets tight, and they might as well be ladies o' the night. What're you trying to accomplish with all that getup, anyway?

[shirleyyourejoking]

Well don't just stand there, my dear. By all means, come have a seat and join us for tea.

[jilt]

I'm afraid I've been somewhat put off tea as of late, Mr. Holmes. Mycroft, is it?

[shirleyyourejoking]

Indeed it is. That's a shame, really.

[ He yells at calls out to his elderly butler, who is ever so slowly making his way towards them with a rattling tea tray. ] You can forget the tea, Stanley, Miss Adler has decided not to drink.

May I interest you in a scone, perhaps, or some other form of pastry? I do like pastries, myself. They're the true mark of a civilised culture, don't you agree?

[jilt]

I'm sure I'll rediscover my taste for it in due time.

[ her eyes flick to the butler then back to him. she looks almost about to laugh, but obviously thinks better of it. ]

Certainly. It is so difficult finding good pastry upon my travels. It makes coming back to London all the more agreeable.

[shirleyyourejoking]

It is difficult, it is. Shamelessly so, I'm afraid.

Stanley! [ The poor butler has made it halfway back to the kitchen by now, but it looks like he's not out of the clear just yet. ] Stanley, be a dear and fetch Miss Adler a fresh scone and some clotted cream, would you?

I am glad to see a young lady like yourself, of... shall we say 'western' [ Read: American. Read: unfortunate. ] beginnings, so appreciates our fair city and her delights.

[ofquestionablememory]

[Well, that's something... new. Irene regards herself(?) with even, cool curiosity, and not a little intrigue.]

Have you no plans for yourself?