more violin antics

[bitofafiction]

Characters: Sherry Holmes, whoever else
Format: prose
This log is: open
Location: White dorm and surrounding area
Summary: Sherry plays the violin. Obnoxiously. Again.

In all the time that Sherlock Holmes has been at this institution, not once has anyone caught him sleeping in his dorm room. He does it only when no one else is there. If that becomes impractical, he goes without or finds himself a nice quiet roof.

More and more often, however, he can be found sitting at the open window of White 1-B playing the violin. Once in a while it's a genuine violin solo, composed as such by someone who died before 1950, but the majority of his material is a little more recent. He seems determined to adapt the entire musical repertoire of the classic rock era to his chosen instrument. Pink Floyd is a particular favourite.

Comments

[defender]

"Of course not," Shoujou protested. "That wouldn't be possible under our Exaclan system."

"We didn't encourage fighting, either. I don't know why the policies have changed."

[bitofafiction]

"Because some conspiracy of sadists has decided to use targeted amnesia to extort a gladiatorial spectacle out of a score of kidnapped children," he suggests.

[defender]

"..."

Well.

Not that he was wrong.

"But if that were the case, why go so far as to recreate Utopia Academy?"

[bitofafiction]

"It seems to be a fairly appropriate setting, don't you think?"

[defender]

"I'm not sure what you mean."

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock raises his eyebrows.

"No?"

[defender]

"The reason for the Exaclan system in our school was so that students could recieve a more" -- Shoujou cannot help smirking -- "thorough education."

He pulls one leg up onto the bed. "It was optional for Players, though. Here, they're coercing Players into fighting, with the memory loss. I don't see what kind of lessons we're learning here."

[bitofafiction]

"I venture to assume that teaching us is not, in fact, the point. But nevertheless, the game provides a convenient framework."

[defender]

The hell is he going on about.

"...convenient framework for what?"

[bitofafiction]

"Forcing us all to fight one another, or be fought over, for the amusement of our mysterious administrators."

[defender]

Oh.

So they were just going in circles then.

"I guess," he says, noncommittally. He lies down on the bed for a moment, staring blankly at the ceiling (if El was here, where would he be?) before glancing over at his conversational companion again.

"I don't think I got your name."

[bitofafiction]

"Sherlock Holmes. And yourself?"

[defender]

"Um."

He was fairly sure that Sherlock Holmes was not supposed to hail from California.

"...Shoujou," he managed eventually. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

[bitofafiction]

"Likewise."