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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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OUTSIDE SOME CAFE THAT THEY ARE PROBABLY WALKING PAST....

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[Nill had gone out to get some baking supplies; she was tired of sitting in the church and feeling sorry for herself, and had decided that baking was her best option. It had always made her feel better in the past, and there was no reason it shouldn't work now. However, as young ladies are wont to be, she was distracted by some new Christmas decorations in a coffee shop she sometimes visited. So she had paused, wings shifting beneath her coat as she inspected the adornments.]

UH HOW ABOUT JOHN NEEDED COFFEE

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[Sherlock pushed open the door from inside the coffee shop, mid-sentence to John who was following behind him.]

No, no, the flat on fourth won't do. Did you see the size of the kitchen? There would be no where to keep an extra fre--

[He stopped before he ran into Nill, instantly recognizing her from the videos.]

-Ah. Busy Day. Hello, Nill.

LOL THE LATEST HI

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[She wasn't quite quick enough to move out of the way, but she did spin around just in time to see him, pigtails flying around her head. She blinked once, twice, and then recognized him from the one or two times she had seen him on the Network. Sherlock, the man who had given her puzzles. She smiled, lifting one hand in greeting. She may not have been surprised as others to see him out and about; after all, he was still a person, and nobody stayed locked up inside all the time. However, she still took half a step back to put a bit of space between them. Old habits die hard.]

LKSDA MY FAULT. NO WORRIES.

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[Sherlock offered a genuine smile (yes he had some, sometimes) and a nod of his head. He noted the retreating movement, but he had already assumed that Nill had previous traumatic experiences based on their conversations, so he was not surprised or perturbed by it. His own body language was relaxed and nonthreatening, tipping his chin into his scarf to look down at her. He could not help that he towered a bit.

He knew, of course, that she could not reply to him with her voice, so he merely continued on his own.]

It seems you've recovered somewhat since our last conversation.

This is my - friend, John Watson. [He gestured towards the man, and then, after a small thought, long elegant fingers signed out:]

Can you communicate in sign language?

/HOLDS

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[She nodded, a slight blush making its way to her cheeks. She usually didn't act that way, but losing Robin had been... well, terrible. He was her best friend, the one person she fully trusted in the City. And she was still upset about it; she would be until he either came back, or it was certain that he wouldn't. Either way, she knew she would have to get over it--that was the nature of the City. People were there one day, and it was as if they had never existed the next.

And she had learned to get over it the hard way: through weeks of waiting outside the 'porter building for Heine to come back. Sometimes, she still waited.

A slight incline of her head to acknowledge John's presence, and then she... stares at his hands. She had never seen anyone make movements like that before, and she wasn't quite sure what he was doing. But it looked important, so she watched anyway.]