Nobody is smart but Daryl Hockney (the_automaton) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-23 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, sherlock holmes |
Who: Adam and Daryl
What: A planning session that doesn't involve much planning at all
Where: Bathos 104
When: Sunday evening, around 7 o’clock (specifically in response to this conversation)
Warnings: A failed kiss, several win kisses, and enough sexual tension to kill a horse
Of course she would do the research. She was good at research, and she would ensure that it was done right. If Mr. Morgenstern wanted to put on an event, more had to go into it than well wishes and dreams. Anyone else that he would hire would get distracted by glitz and glamor, which meant that it was her duty to take over. She didn’t ask permission because she knew he would grant it. It was more streamlined and logical to simply do what she knew she could and be done with it.
Several hours later, she had compiled enough data to take to him formally. She had printed out the Convention Center’s floor plans, making notes on each room to correspond with the attractions she had researched. There was also a printout of Seattle weather patterns from the last month and what could be expected for an average month of February. It all fit nicely in a swollen folder that likely could have served as a self-defense weapon should she be attacked on her way down to Bathos 104.
With no assailant in sight, she reached Mr. Morgenstern’s apartment promptly. Holding the folder against her chest, she first tried the doorknob. After all, if she could spare him the hassle of getting up and answering the door, she would. When it yielded, she let herself in, stepping inside as if she owned his apartment. “Hello?” she said, pausing as she shut the door behind her. She could smell something. Chinese food. Hesitating, she moved towards the kitchen. “Did I come at an inopportune time?” she asked the apartment.
As she entered the kitchen, she froze, eyes wide in surprise. The countertop was covered in boxes from the Chinese delivery restaurant that they ordered from. And standing near those boxes was Mr. Morgenstern, dropping portions of the food onto plates. At first, she thought she had interrupted his mealtime, but there was more food than one person could consume. And she saw that not all of it was his favorite.
After a few seconds of silence, she looked over to him. “Did you...anticipate my arrival and plan dinner accordingly?”