open rp post!

[ineffabilities]

RULES.
1. Post with the muse you want! Here's my muselist for your convenience. Optional: a scenario, an image or just a prompt, in any form.
2. Threading happens!
3. PROFIT.

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before S2 finale probs also whoops icon

[selfportrait]

[yo sherlock]

[Still haven't gained a proclivity for astronomy, have you? There's a star map on the table. Resting atop it is a freshly brewed pot of tea and an empty cup. Irene's made herself at home in a plush chair, reveling in the feel of his coat. From the look of her hair, it doesn't take a master detective to tell she just came out of the rain. What's strange about it is that the sun is burning hot as can be outside...]

Not quite dinner but it'll have to do, hm?

I'M SORRY FOR HOW RUSTY HE IS

[solvings]

[No. No, he hasn't, as he eyes the star map with distaste. And also some confusion because, really, what in the hell.

But, oh, there's tea, and that's...well, it makes things marginally better. Marginally. He settles into an empty seat and steeples his fingers, taking in every detail.]

And what inspired this little visit, then?

IT'S OK!

[selfportrait]

[She's heard about his run-in with a big black bitch out of town. Or maybe not. She's always been wont to assume that anything particularly deadly was of her own sex. A dog with a tendency toward femme fatale mannerisms maybe...]

Karachi wasn't particularly welcoming. You would know. I just thought I'd drop by before hopping on a plane headed across the pond. No dead bodies aboard as far as I know.

[solvings]

[It's been a while since that case, he's very, very bored, and John is off to his job again.]

Far too boring.

[selfportrait]

What if I told you someone might throw in a few?

[Not quite sure if that's a threat or a tip.]