Another week gone by had Kairi completely exhausted. She was working full-time with Terrence and Henry and it was a task that was keeping her exceedingly busy. Her days spent slogging though a tortuous amount of data for more than twelve hours at a time. Nights ended with her being half-exhausted, half-overwrought because Sherlock was hunting down some lead in the dregs of London with his homeless network. Kairi hadn't seen or heard from him for more than a minute's time since the tux and dress fitting the previous weekend.
Between sorting through the Plutus databases and security protocols, fending off Henry's awkward shy advances, not to mention Terrence's constant kindness which could almost be misconstrued as flirting, and Sherlock being mysteriously absent, Kairi was a bundle of raw nerves. She couldn't wait for the day to be over so that she could happily attend John and Molly's engagement dinner and hopefully have a romantic evening with Sherlock before her vagina decided to revolt and abandon her for a more fruitful provider. She had gotten her implant in this past Tuesday and she was itching to test out its resilience. Unfortunately for her, Sherlock had been knee-deep in the search for the paralytic source and hopefully finding some evidence. Otherwise, her lady bits would be furious.
She was wandering through the halls of the Wentworth home at the moment, a head ache viciously swirling behind her forehead and jabbing at her frontal lobe whenever she decided to blink. She was trying to find a bathroom, just a simple bathroom, as she walked through the overly shiny and eerily empty halls of Terrence's manor. For a moment, she desperately wished to be within the dreary walls of Baker Street where Sherlock kept things dark and brooding and Mrs. Hudson might make her some tea.
She opened another door and then let out a shocked choke, seeing Terrence in deep, somewhat heated, conversation with a gentleman dressed up in simple slacks, a long white coat, and a clipboard in his hands. Kairi's eyes couldn't help but dart around a bit and she noticed a bunch of medical equipment, including a hospital bed and heart rate monitor, "Oh!" Kairi felt flustered and almost dizzy, "Oh, I'm sorry!" She murmured, turning bright red as Terrence gave her a soft, if nervous, smile and went to reply to her. Instead of waiting for a response, she shut the door quickly, her body flushing all over, knowing she walked in on something she definitely wasn't supposed to be walking in on. She shuffled away as quickly as possible, down another hallway and through another door.
She leaned against it, flustered, frustrated, and so very exhausted from the day. She was miles and miles away from home and hitting a serious jam in her programming process. She was fed and watered, but the last week of heavy workload, Sherlock's return, the following fight, and many hours spent in serious, jilted conversation with her somewhat of a beau just made her want to sit down and cry.
She really needed a break, a solid break from the workload, a solid patch of time to spend with her friends, with Sherlock, to just find normalcy. Her chest tightened and an overwhelming sense of panic began to set in. She clenched her eyes shut, dug her fingers into her hair and began scratching at her scalp for a few moments, trying to center herself. She finally leaned her head back and sucked in deep, painfully slow breaths.
She opened her eyes on her fifth exhale and found herself in a giant study, sized similarly to the one she was working in with Henry. She let out a strangled sort of noise, almost frightened until she got a hold of herself, quelling her anxiety with the absurdity of the room surrounding her. She took a few steps in and chuckled awkwardly to herself and her current roommates, taking in the giant stuffed heads mounted on the walls with unseeing eyes and forced expressions. The chuckle may have been a bit dark, but the scene was completely garish. This was obviously the Manor's prodigious trophy room.
She wandered a bit further, looking at pictures on the walls of varying time periods, men and boys posing next to their kills in black and white, then muted colors, and eventually vibrant full spectrum. She got an uneasy feeling tingling through her limbs while walking through the pictures of young children posing with the corpses of animals. She understood the need for hunting, living off the land, possibly giving back to the earth with each kill to sustain yourself and the universe around you. She could be a bit hippie-ish in that way. She was somewhat of an animal rights person and hunting for sport was always something that bothered her and seemed downright selfish. She didn't understand why people needed to prove their superiority over another being by killing it. She always sort of hoped that simply having an advanced frontal lobe and complex emotions would indicate her mild superiority over an animal who she shared over 90% of her genetic code with.
