He huffs, raising a hand to waggle it, following her out once she's ready. After that, Holmes deigns to take the lead, immediately striding away with the assumption that she will follow in turn.]
None who runs the theater, nor who is currently employed or contracted by it, has a whiff of magic about them. Or so they say. I admit, I remain at a disadvantage in this world, which frustrates me — how am I supposed to differentiate and identify when and how magic comes into the equation?
[There could be a thread of it underlying something subtle, difficult for him to parse or see through mundane eyes.]
That is why it helps to have connections who may observe the world through a different lens. Such as yourself, my dear.
I see... [ She muses, her step matching his with (mildly) eager stride. Her head is turned toward him as they walk, mostly just so that her voice is clear; her eyes always looking past that which she "looks" at. ]
You're making good use of your resources, then, Holmes. I think I may be just the woman for a job like this. Depending on what's in store, I'm sure I could uncover at least some small clue that you might make good use of, magic or mundane.
[ She smiles a little, musing on an old memory. It's been some time since she's been to the theater, although what Holmes intends is certainly different from the theaters of Okhema, open aired as they are. ]
[Out and down the sidewalk they go, with Holmes seeming to know exactly where he's going, though that much is of little surprise. Indeed, he notes how she glances his way, as if to make conversation all the easier. But all the while, he thinks, she must be sensing what lies beyond their path — like a spider knowing what exists at the end of its web.]
That is precisely what I am hoping for. Now, it will be just a brisk walk a few blocks down, and I can put your assistance to the true test.
[In the interim, however, he gestures at her.]
But until then... Tell me, how have been since we last spoke?
Good, I think. [ The statement is plain, practiced. She rests her second and third finger against her sternum as she considers the statement. At times, it can be challenging to know how she is feeling. "Good" isn't so inaccurate. ]
I wish I could say that the bathhouse was proceeding apace, but the contractor which was hired for the property is... difficult, to say it simply. We rarely see eye to eye. But, I would not call it the first time which things have taken longer than I might have liked. So it is.
Besides that... I think I have settled into my place here rather well, for what it is. I painted this city far worse than it has treated me since my arrival.
[Good, she thinks? Which means that there is wiggle-room for her to be less-than-good, Holmes muses, though he needn't nudge her for more information. She offers it willingly enough.]
"Difficult." [He echoes.] Difficult how? I am not in the business of dealing with contractors, but might I assume that they prioritize affordability over your own vision for the bathhouse?
[Or is there some other issue...? He cannot help but wonder. (And be nosy about it.)]
[ Eventually she might touch on her, uh, emotional problems. Given how mild she is about most things, they may become more evident over time. ]
The deal I brokered put me into contact with a patron and allows me to afford a nice establishment. While the business is largely mine to operate, my patron saw fit to assign me with a contractor who manages the upkeep of the facility, including the initial restoration of the plumbing.
I've been more of a babysitter in my own business, since he won't do maintenance without me present, and I can't easily afford to get by without continuing my own work outside the venue.
[ She exhales. ] It's trifling things. Petty even.
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He huffs, raising a hand to waggle it, following her out once she's ready. After that, Holmes deigns to take the lead, immediately striding away with the assumption that she will follow in turn.]
None who runs the theater, nor who is currently employed or contracted by it, has a whiff of magic about them. Or so they say. I admit, I remain at a disadvantage in this world, which frustrates me — how am I supposed to differentiate and identify when and how magic comes into the equation?
[There could be a thread of it underlying something subtle, difficult for him to parse or see through mundane eyes.]
That is why it helps to have connections who may observe the world through a different lens. Such as yourself, my dear.
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You're making good use of your resources, then, Holmes. I think I may be just the woman for a job like this. Depending on what's in store, I'm sure I could uncover at least some small clue that you might make good use of, magic or mundane.
[ She smiles a little, musing on an old memory. It's been some time since she's been to the theater, although what Holmes intends is certainly different from the theaters of Okhema, open aired as they are. ]
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That is precisely what I am hoping for. Now, it will be just a brisk walk a few blocks down, and I can put your assistance to the true test.
[In the interim, however, he gestures at her.]
But until then... Tell me, how have been since we last spoke?
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I wish I could say that the bathhouse was proceeding apace, but the contractor which was hired for the property is... difficult, to say it simply. We rarely see eye to eye. But, I would not call it the first time which things have taken longer than I might have liked. So it is.
Besides that... I think I have settled into my place here rather well, for what it is. I painted this city far worse than it has treated me since my arrival.
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"Difficult." [He echoes.] Difficult how? I am not in the business of dealing with contractors, but might I assume that they prioritize affordability over your own vision for the bathhouse?
[Or is there some other issue...? He cannot help but wonder. (And be nosy about it.)]
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The deal I brokered put me into contact with a patron and allows me to afford a nice establishment. While the business is largely mine to operate, my patron saw fit to assign me with a contractor who manages the upkeep of the facility, including the initial restoration of the plumbing.
I've been more of a babysitter in my own business, since he won't do maintenance without me present, and I can't easily afford to get by without continuing my own work outside the venue.
[ She exhales. ] It's trifling things. Petty even.