i want to walk on your wavelength

[sh_consulting]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson ( sh_consulting and drpsychosomatic )
WHERE:  Sherlock's MAC flat
WHEN: Backdated to Friday, directly after this conversation on the roof.
WARNINGS: Sherlock not being snarky for once...? oh wait no that will probably happen too.
SUMMARY: Sherlock takes John back to his MAC flat to give him the rundown on life in the city, and maybe just

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[drpsychosomatic]

John had no trouble keeping up, having had plenty of practice since the first time Sherlock had whirled off, expecting the doctor to follow. In fact, chasing the lanky bastard all over London had probably done more for him than two months of counselling and physical therapy. In an odd way, he'd missed it- or, having consigned himself to losing it once he'd discovered the discrepancies between his Sherlock and the man wearing his skin here, he was able to enjoy it in the way usually consigned to formerly unappreciated experiences gone and irretrievable. Chasing Sherlock Holmes. Was there anything else that carried with it that anticipation of excitement

[sh_consulting]

"Mm, yes... Haven't been able to get my hands on one." He sounded honestly saddened by this. He slid his coat off in a single graceful motion, and let it join the scarf on the chair - packets still in the pocket. He put his hands on his hips and looked around as if he was finally actually seeing the place, now that John was looking at it. "Yes, I think it suits."

He strode over to the wall, glancing over it quickly.

"This world is mostly the same as ours, with the Imports and the Porter being the major difference. I estimate somewhere in the range of 300 imports currently residing in the city, however... There is evidence that leads me to believe there may be more."

[drpsychosomatic]

John nodded, glancing over the board with the confident foreknowledge that there was nothing he could add to the current conversation. Briefing was more suitable, perhaps--

--and then he caught sight of the little drawing of himself in the corner, and couldn't help the slow, creeping grin from taking over his face.

"Not bad, that," he commented. "Not quite sure you've got the demoralised look in my eyes down pat, but it's not bad."

Fhjfg from my phone on the train so forgive any mistakes

[sh_consulting]

Sherlock looked back at John, sharply, then traced his eyes to the drawing on the wall. Oh really, when they had so many more important things to discuss. He pulled the drawing down with one swift motion and tossed it onto the couch.

"I didn't have access to a photograph," as if that explained anything. He had drawn it when Watson was first mentioned to him - a visual reminder of a curiosity. Now that the man was here, it wasn't necessary. And that John would grin so ridiculously when he saw it...

He turned his attention back to what was important.

"Some you've already met," he said, pointing to those that John had talk to on the Network. Some more dangerous than others, and some that have proven to be moderately useful. Peter and Ghost, in particular, have been furthering my research, so you may assume communications with them will be benign."