Appointments

[theblogger]

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Games: Ataraxion and Luceti

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[theblogger]

Nothing from here on out but houses.

[ Awful, isn't it? The lack of a convenience store on every other block or so on top on miles and miles to walk.

John's not looking much at the other, but he doesn't seem to be avidly avoiding it, either. His eyes flicker over their surroundings, echoes of wariness still lingering from his first days. Not a wise idea to get comfortable, even if life seemed simple enough. ]

I'll go and check the shops for your things tomorrow. Sometimes they come in through that way if they don't come with you.

[notquiteheartless]

They show up in the shops?

[He's almost startled.

Shops. Free to be taken-- by anyone. Clothes were easy enough, as were any "recreational" objects. Those didn't matter.

But his phone. Carefully tossed onto the roof, rather than falling with him. Picked up by the police then disappeared from the evidence locker and reappeared in the hand of Mycroft Holmes as he handed it over to his younger brother. His phone.

Out in the open, unpriced. If anyone took it-- if Moriarty got hold of it--]

My mobile. Look for it. [A beat. And then... a measure of how concerned he was about retrieving it:] Please.

[theblogger]

That's right.

[ The tone also makes John snap to alertness, glancing over. Once he hears the concern, though... ]

It probably won't work, you know.

[ But a part of him is curious and reluctantly amused. ]

But I'll look for it.

[notquiteheartless]

[Sometimes, cases taught Sherlock things. Moriarty had taught him that nothing could be sacred. Baskerville had taught him true terror and that even his mind could perceive faulty stimuli as true. And the Woman...

had taught him to lock his phone with a password and carry around enough information to do damage.

It might come in handy someday. But he hadn't counted on... whatever the hell had brought him here.]

As long as it doesn't end up with Moriarty, I don't need it. [But he still wanted it. Important information or not, it was his mobile, and he was never far from it.]

[theblogger]

I'll look for it.

[ The reassurance is a little more firm.

God knows the thing may as well have been welded to the other man's hand. The mention of Moriarty might mean it has sensitive information in it, though it could just as easily mean Sherlock didn't want his nemesis collecting any of his things. John certainly couldn't fault him for it. ]

Any other questions?

[ It is... not the wisest of queries to make, considering the subject, but Sherlock knows what he means. Questions John can possibly answer. ]

[notquiteheartless]

[A thousand.

But most of them were either about things not related to this current predicament-- questions about the life in London that an outside observer couldn't quite answer-- or else relied on information John didn't have or that he could find out for himself from the Guide John mentioned.

A good way to spend some of the promised week, he decided.

But there was one.]

What do you make of the place? Nothing technical or anything like that. Just you. Your impressions in the time you've been here. Instinct.

[He'd have time enough to explore for himself, but he wanted John's thoughts. John was so very good at taking in everything necessary... and bad at processing it himself.

...It was almost like before, asking that question.]

[theblogger]

[ There is a familiarity to that question, followed by the familiar hesitance of whether or not Sherlock is having him on. No matter what he says, it will pale in comparison to what Sherlock is capable of calculating. John is logical and intelligent, but he's no genius. How he truly contributes to the other man's processes has always been a mystery to him, and often Sherlock outright informs him he's been ridiculous or missing steps. Still... he won't deny the man an answer. ]

There's something definitely off about it. There's a lot of... mismatch, I suppose.

[ There's a brief squint as he tries to think of how to phrase an instinct. ]

Everyone I've met seems pleasant, over all, once you move past some of the stranger things. Even if we're supposed to be meant for war, though, I haven't seen a lot of soldiers and I've only met a few doctors. Mostly it seems more like a... A zoo.

[ Is that what you were looking for, Sherlock? ]

That's it there. O-- The building.

[ He gestures to the shape of the community house up the way. Just a bit further, Sherlock. ]