Sherlock Holmes and youwhen:
from about noonish onwards, on and offlocation:
Holmes has become The Wonderful Musician
and is standing on a roughly made wooden platform in the forest, playing. Come have a listen!style:
I prefer action but I'll follow youstatus:
so open it's getting cold in herenotes: ( fun and totally optional plotting opportunity! cut for obnoxious length )[anyone wandering through the forest currently might hear a strain of violin, somewhere among the trees. if they choose to find it, they'll come upon one (1) Mr. Sherlock Holmes, dressed curiously, in black slacks, red vest, large white baggy shirt, sharp and rough-looking black shoes, a colourful scarf; his hair is mussed but looks as if a hand has slicked it back somewhere in-between songs. he's tapping his foot as he goes along, and depending on the song you might even get a slight bit of a dance from him, skipping about the crudely constructed wooden platform he's standing on. the watchers might notice he seems somewhat stiff in the right shoulder, and doesn't get too incredibly intricate in his songs, but he seems otherwise all right. he could play anything from Irish folk music to a simplistic orchestral song, and anything in-between; very often it seems as if he's simply sawing away to whatever tune suits him. each song blends into the next, and he goes on for quite some time.
he pauses now and again, to breathe and slick his hair back from his forehead again. feel free to pester him during these moments, or simply sit back and watch! his music is so enchanting! it almost feels like magic.]