by Liz de Jong (corellian_whiskey at hotmail.com)
Yes, the time has come for me to spout some more random
fun-ness (I like my vocabulary sometimes...) In other words, I am
bored out of my mind and cannot seem to get into the more...
seriousness of a round-robin. So, then... we come to the Third
"Annual" Interview segment! Please do enjoy if at all possible.. and
yes, I know I'm so self-centered that it's myself in the interview...
but hey, who knows that subject more thuroughly, eh?
So, without further a-do, here goes nothing!!
*walking up to a crowded coffee shop's outdoor plaza, each
little table seemingly occupied with people*
Where IS that blasted man, anyhow...?
*from behind the newspaper he is examining*
Liz> *reddening slightly*
Oh, hello there, old boy! heh heh.. didn't see you there...
*peeking at her over the top of his paper, an eyebrow raised...*
*folds up the paper*
Well.. please, be seated, then. Pardon me for not getting up and
offering you a chair... but I'm watching someone.
Liz> *seats herself in a spot out of his line of sight,
settling herself in like any other patron*
So,then, have things been pleasant since our last interview?
Holmes> As pleasant as they get. Things have been slow,
rather... trivial, even.
Holmes> Unfortunately; so mostly lost pets, petty things
such as that. They lack the mental exercise I seek.
Liz> *mutters something about seeming in pretty good shape to her..*
Holmes> *raises another eyebrow*
My hearing has not decreased, you know, in the short interval
that has occurred since the last.
Liz> *red again*
what was that? I didn't hear you.
Holmes> *thinks 'I'll bet...'*
moving along... the interview?
Liz> Oh, right.. the interview. well, the people have been
dying to know... well.. actually, I've been wanting to know....
Holmes> ... Yes?
Liz> Well, you see, it's about..
Holmes> *getting impatient*
Liz> Don't you ever get hot sitting in that jacket of yours
all the time? I mean, look at you! You're sitting in full sun, still
wearing that jacket, and even your hat! and socks, I'll bet..
*leans under the table and lifts his trouser leg to check for socks*
Holmes> Excuse.. hey!
*regards her oddly the entire while she checks his socks... *
Holmes> .. What is it? See something funny?
Liz> Your socks... little bees?
Holmes> *slightly sulky*
Yes, well if my interest is in that area, and they sell the
merchandise... why not?
Liz> My little cousin has the same socks as you.
Holmes> Leave off, will you?
No, knowing you, you likely won't.
*actually smiling, enjoying himself... thinks
'Lestrade never checks my socks...'*
Liz> Right then, next question. Who are you following?
Holmes> well, you see that man over there?
Liz> Uh huh....
Holmes> He's been following you ever since your last interview.
Liz> ... You can't be serious? You're trying to scare me...
Holmes> I am always serious. do you think that I would kid
Liz> Well... I don't know....
Holmes> Want to test the theory? Then go home... he'll follow
you and I'll follow him.
If this is just some way to get me to leave you, now... you're
just lucky that I have to head home anyhow. the laundry should be
about done now.
Holmes> I'm serious. completely.
*he is, really.*
Liz> Well... all right...
*stalks off, looking back over her shoulder all the time*
Well, that's it... i couldn't think of how to end it. if
anyone would like to add.. please, feel free!! i just do stuff like
this sometimes . you know? my crazy, silly self.. I know it doesn't
totally follow Holmes... *sighs* i can't duplicate his character
worth my tea set. *daydreams awhile... before coming back to reality*
although i CAN duplicate that accent.. and WHAT an accent, raar!!
*smacks herself back to reality* ANYwho, i'm all done! have a
nice laugh, guys, even if it's only at my idiocy! been nice posting
On to Part 2!
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