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[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

When the door opens, framing one Sherlock Holmes, he's quite unprepared to be faced with Milliways this time, as well. For one, his waistcoat is nowhere to be seen, leaving him clad in only shirtsleeves, and for another, he's holding his violin, paused in the act of tightening and tuning the strings, the bow tucked under one arm.

With a suffering sigh, he closes the door behind him, settling in a chair and resting the violin against the tabletop with great care.

Oh go on. Ask him to play for you. The worst he can do is snark.

[Summary: Holmes' violin brings all the boys to the yard, yo. First he meets Yrael, and they play at word games for a bit before playing more literally together, a duet on their similar instruments. He is next pleasantly accosted by Peter Wimsey, from his own future, and they share a bit of talk about Watson and investigation before improvising together on violin and piano. He's reasonably nice--even sweet--to ElVago-turned-puppy, but refuses to play the violin for a dog, to Andres' great disappointment. Holmes then plays the violin for Random, but a pleasant meeting turns into a disturbing realization of Holmes' occasional drug habit, and they part well, if uneasily. Last of all, Holmes mildly fangirls over Taliesin, then plays for him as well.]

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[mogget_cat]

*The impeccably-dressed, albino young man tuning his own violin nods to Holmes, cordially. Those green catseyes are far too bright.*

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Arching an eyebrow with disguised interest, Holmes nods back. The bar usually does have musicians enough of its own; he needn't add his own skill. The green eyes possessed by this one are certainly more than human...but then, that's no longer any shock.

[mogget_cat]

*He grins.*

Do you play, or is that just a prop?

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"I do," Holmes replies with a narrow smirk. "Shall I assume the same of you, sir?"

[mogget_cat]

Making an assumption, in this case, is safe. I do play. Often, and not just the violin.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter looks up from his books at the sound of the door; when he sees precisely who has entered, he freezes, pen halfway through a word and leaking ink on his notebook.

His mouth makes a small, round o of surprise. It's been twenty-five years, but he looks...precisely the same.

Well. Maybe a little smaller than the last time, but one must make allowances for having been six years old the last time.

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Holmes does not quite notice him, given his current concentration upon the indignities that the Bar continues to perpetrate on his daily routines. He looks rather more sociable, however, after receiving his first cup of tea by way of yet another waiterly rat.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter finally realises he is about to ruin his book and sets his pen down quickly. He closes the notebook but carries it with him as he stands and crosses rather over-casually towards the bar.

"tea, please," he says to the bar, accepting the cup and saucer that appears. He draws a breath.

"It's Mr. Holmes, isn't it?"

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

All that casualness is rather more worthy of attention, and Holmes has already glanced up at him before he speaks. "It is, yes," he replies, tone mild. "But you do have the advantage of me, sir, in that regard."

As do a great percentage of the patrons here. Holmes is rather growing used to the phenomenon.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"Oh! I don't suppose you'd much remember me," Peter says, with an affable smile. "Lord Peter Wimsey -- we met once, many -- er. Well. Perhaps you haven't met me yet, time being what it is in this place. Small boy, about six years old...?"

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Could even the famous (though not to Andres) Holmes, snark at a cute little puppy?

Time to find out. The puppy is currently sleeping behind the chair. His tail thumps against it every few seconds, as something interesting happens in his dream.

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

He could, but he will not, as he has rather a soft spot for dogs. Some dogs.

The thumping draws his attention, in any case, and he glances over a shoulder at the floor. "Isn't some young owner desperately seeking you?" he asks of the sleeping puppy.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

One eye opens and the tail continues to wag. Seeing who is sitting there, he jumps up. He remembered this man.

"Arf" Then remembering the question, He shakes his head, very vehemently, no.

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Thank God truly that the dog cannot talk. Pity that it obviously isn't quite a normal canine, and answers his questions nevertheless. In a distinctly doggy fashion, of course.

"No owner at all?" He curves his lips. "You look well-fed for a stray."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

It cocks its head to the side and watches him. Then remembering the collar, he pads over to him, and rubs his head against Holmes' leg. He then lifts his head so that the man can read the tag on the collar.

It says, 'My Name is: Andres' No owner or address is listed.

The puppy doesn't expect him to remember the man he met, but at least he will have a name for the dog.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random walks over happily.

His casts are gone, and he's only using a cane to get around.

"Hello, Holmes."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"Random," Holmes greets him with a narrow smile, nodding at the opposite seat. "Your injuries seem largely past," he notes with a certain satisfaction.

The Magician is tucked safely into the breastpocket of his shirt, because he is a responsible sort of man, after all. He hasn't quite let the card out of his sight. Or at the very least, out of his personal presence.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He closes his eyes.

"You have my card, I think."

He grins.

"Thank you. That's very reassuring."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"I am yet honoured to keep it," Holmes returns, patting one hand over his breastpocket with a slanting grin.

"And pleased that employing it has thus far proven unnecessary," he adds.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random nods.

"Thank God. I must admit. I'm loath to drag you into the fray. In however small a capacity."

He takes in the violin, eyes widening.

"Oh. Do you play?"

[radiant-brow.livejournal.com]

Talieson doesn't recoganize the instrument, but he knows an instrument when he sees one, and that's all he needs.

"Hello, sir?" His eyes are bright. "May I listen to you play?"

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Surprised, Holmes sits back slightly in his chair, glancing from the man's eyes down to his hands. The callouses of a regular player show quite plainly on those fingertips.

"I think perhaps my skill will disappoint you, sir."

[radiant-brow.livejournal.com]

"I still like to listen. Accompany if that wouldn't be objectionable."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"I should not object," Holmes replies. "Though I shall take the liberty of introducing myself. Sherlock Holmes, sir," he says, rising to his feet and offering a hand.

[radiant-brow.livejournal.com]

Taliesin shakes his hand and bows a little. "I am Taliesin, harper."