[The brightness that reaches his own eyes is luminous, likely heard in his tone if not reverberating in his very spirit. Holmes is—as she no doubt has recognized—the type to get very excited about a case making promising progress, and he knew for a fact that her presence here would not go amiss.
That energy still does not dissipate even as they descend down said creepy, narrow stairs to the basement. He's wandered into worse places by far.]
In which case... [He adds in response to her description.] These eyes will need a bit more light to see by.
[At the bottom of the stairs, he sees a light switch, flicking it on as the room floods with brightness. It is musty down here; not unused, of course, though there are parts of the basement clearly ignored over others. But in the far corner, perhaps there is a large item with a beige sheet draped over it.]
[ Aglaea offers a light cough as she fans dust away from her face before beelining toward their objective. ]
There are certainly a great deal of props here, [ she comments idly, her head turning as if to "look" at her surroundings. ] And it's all quite dusty. I suspect a rummage sale would do them more good than most of these items do currently.
[ As she narrows on their quarry, she moves promptly ahead of him. It is wedged deeply between two tall and wide stacks of boxes. An easy object to miss, and suspiciously hidden! As she speaks, she hesitates to reach between the cracks to draw it out. ] This, however, seems comparably less dusty than that which is around it. And I fear out of my reach. Holmes, your arms are somewhat longer than mine, would you mind?
[ As a seamstress, it is incredibly important to be strangely in-tune with the exact measurements of every person she meets. ]
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[The brightness that reaches his own eyes is luminous, likely heard in his tone if not reverberating in his very spirit. Holmes is—as she no doubt has recognized—the type to get very excited about a case making promising progress, and he knew for a fact that her presence here would not go amiss.
That energy still does not dissipate even as they descend down said creepy, narrow stairs to the basement. He's wandered into worse places by far.]
In which case... [He adds in response to her description.] These eyes will need a bit more light to see by.
[At the bottom of the stairs, he sees a light switch, flicking it on as the room floods with brightness. It is musty down here; not unused, of course, though there are parts of the basement clearly ignored over others. But in the far corner, perhaps there is a large item with a beige sheet draped over it.]
This way, my dear.
[To the mirror(?)!]
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There are certainly a great deal of props here, [ she comments idly, her head turning as if to "look" at her surroundings. ] And it's all quite dusty. I suspect a rummage sale would do them more good than most of these items do currently.
[ As she narrows on their quarry, she moves promptly ahead of him. It is wedged deeply between two tall and wide stacks of boxes. An easy object to miss, and suspiciously hidden! As she speaks, she hesitates to reach between the cracks to draw it out. ] This, however, seems comparably less dusty than that which is around it. And I fear out of my reach. Holmes, your arms are somewhat longer than mine, would you mind?
[ As a seamstress, it is incredibly important to be strangely in-tune with the exact measurements of every person she meets. ]