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[sh_consulting]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and you...?? (OPEN)
WHERE: All around the town.
WHEN: All Saturday.
WARNINGS: uh none? i will update this if bizarre things happen
SUMMARY: Sherlock and John go looking around the city for a flat (and a disguise or two) and maybe run into people. feel free to start your own tags, they'll be all over the place, you can

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On a street corner like a hobo. A magical, magical hobo.

[byholeystgeorge]

There's no time like the holiday season for selling gifts engineered to piss off relatives and disliked acquaintances alike (not to mention these charming 'finals' going about that made all the youths so keen to have a mock illness for a week or two), and thus none other than George Weasley is out on the corner in a residential area, conveniently located near a high school, peddling his wares. He'd set off a few of the tamer Whiz-Bangs a moment ago, their scorching lights still hovering in the air around him as he pulls out the next bit of sample-sized fun for the masses. In this case, a box of chocolates.

"Try a nose-bleed nougat? Perfect excuse for dodging unwanted relations and coworkers alike. And who'd demand your presence at the office Christmas Party with a Puking Pastille on hand? Or decoy detonators, perfect bit for distraction while your holiday escape is made. amples for one and all."

[sh_consulting]

Sherlock made a habit of memorizing every street in the city, and knew every regular street peddler that took to the streets. It was helpful, having a network to compliment his homeless one.

This street corner, however, featured something new. And at the words 'decoy detonators', his ears perked. Attention captured, he quickly evaluated the scene. The lights, the strange objects - and, of course, the slightly bizarre fashion sense - immediately pointed Sherlock to other. Import, then.

He strode up, assuming John would follow behind him.

"Decoy Detonators, hmm?" He smiled.

[drpsychosomatic]

Oh. This did not sound good. John followed Sherlock warily, uncertain he wanted Sherlock to procure more devices with which to irritate those around him. Particularly to be avoided was anything with the word 'detonate' in it.

"Don't even think about it," he murmured in Sherlock's general direction, a bright smile plastered on his face.

[byholeystgeorge]

Oh that salesman grin. George may be lacking a proper store front, but he's been in business long enough to know how to cater to the customer.

"The very simplest of our mischief managing products, good sir. Used, of course, with only the best of intentions in mind."

And with this he produces a small, about the size of a pinky finger, black horn that he drops to the ground. A moment later, it scurries away of it's own accord like a frantic mouse, weaving through the crowd...then goes off in a burst of sound and no fury several meters away, drawing a fair bit of attention from passing pedestrians. To a direction exactly opposite to their current location, of course.

[sh_consulting]

Sherlock raises a long eyebrow, watching the decoy.

"Only the best. I'm sure. I can see how it would be useful." He shot John a small grin. "You never know when you need to make a quick escape."

[drpsychosomatic]

John sighed resignedly and glanced over his shoulder. There was no stopping Sherlock when he was set on something like this- and if he was entirely honest, something like the diversion just demonstrated might come in handy one day.

"Go on," he sighed eventually, trying to keep the undertone of fondness out of his voice.

[byholeystgeorge]

George glances between the two and- drawing the natural, if incorrect, conclusion which had been drawn so many times before about the nature of their relationship- kept his attention on Sherlock while shifting his stance to more fully include John in the conversation. Obviously the shorter bloke was the one in the relationship holding the purse strings, after all.

"To be topped off with a bit of Instant Darkness Powder, or the creative use of one of our many other fine products, to be sure. The imagination is the limit of utilization for the Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

[sh_consulting]

Wizard. Of course. The final pieces clicked into place and Sherlock smirked.

"Instant Darkness Powder? Yes, we'll have to take a look at that." A small pause, "Did the Porter bring your brother, too, or is it just you?"

[drpsychosomatic]

John simply shook his head in barely concealed amusement and settled back to watch the master at work. God, but Sherlock was a right bastard when he wanted to be. A magnificent one, even.

[byholeystgeorge]

"Two of them, as matter of fact."

Considering their presence on the network, George isn't too shocked at the statement. He digs for a moment for some of the power, but carries on with the conversation.

"You've seen Freddie about?"

[sh_consulting]

"Freddie? No. I assume that must be the twin, then."