[Round 3, Rest Day] And They Said: Let There Be No Light.

[utopiamods]

Characters: ALL
Format: ANY
This log is: OPEN
Location: ALL OF CAMPUS
Summary: In a flash of lightning and the deafening roll of thunder, the power goes out across Utopia Academy.

It's early in the morning when it happens, about six o'clock. The clouds were gathering gradually through the night, the rain only getting heavier from the near-constant downpour during the previous week. Lightning crackles across the sky, the water around the academy is violent and the waves are high. And in a particularly loud clap of thunder, what lights were still on go out and the academy is plunged into darkness.

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[bitofafiction]

Heavy rain makes sleeping out of doors quite difficult.

Sherlock has not been having a good week.

He stumbles past, looking half-awake at best and very bedraggled in his leather jacket, shortly after Utena finds her overhang. He stops when he sees her and comes to join her in its shelter.

"Good morning," he says wryly.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Hello Sherlock!" Utena takes in the miserable looking man in front of her. The source of his dejection remains opaque to her though, mainly because she's not very observant about people. She chalks it up to him getting woken up by the thunder.

"All the electronic locks are out. I can't get back into my dorm."

[bitofafiction]

"Perhaps I can help," he says thoughtfully. Under the circumstances he is fine with admitting, "I've picked half the locks on campus by now, at one time or another."

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Utena's eyes go wide with expectation. She doesn't mind petty cat-burglary, or else she'd have blown up at the Too-Young Servant a dozen times.

"Would you really? That'd help me out so much."

[bitofafiction]

He smiles.

"Oh, certainly. Which building is yours?"

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Pale. Follow me!" She said, leaping from cover to cover like a frog on a lilypad until they arrived at the doors of her building.

[bitofafiction]

"I make no guarantees, mind you. But they've never given me undue trouble before."

He tries the handle and then sets to work.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Wow so you're pretty good at this...Are you a gentleman thief?" She had an easy facility with archetypes now, earned through hard experience. Comparing people she barely knew to them came naturally.

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock smiles at the door.

"Well, I like to think the gentleman part is accurate, but I don't make a habit of theft. I just enjoy the freedom of movement that comes with the skill."

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"And what do you do? I mean with it?" She said, watching his hands as he worked on the door.

[bitofafiction]

"Open doors," he says, smiling again. "To see what is on the other side."