Men seldom, never deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against
WHO: sh_consulting and technophantom
WHERE: Sherlock's apartment
WHEN: Tuesday, January 3
WARNINGS: Weirdos
SUMMARY: Ghost pays a visit to Sherlock. Lots of talking ensues and no cars explode or even flip once.
FORMAT: Probably para.
There hadn't been any celebration of the New Year for Ghost; he had been in the City for 191 days without a Port-out, had seen people from his own world, and newfound acquaintances from other worlds, go home and come back or go home and never come back, and learned anew (he was always learning this anew) that taking anything for granted was not advisable. And celebrating a date here where at home he was still trapped in a moment in time (supposedly) as a godly entity menaced the occupants of the prison he occupied seemed somewhat...
Arbitrary...?
At any rate, in lieu of covertly planting tracking devices on all his companions that would warn him once they registered a stilled heartbeat or no body warmth (indicating their owner had been snatched away by the uncaring, gleeful Grinbitch), he had resolved to make certain checks on individuals, within reason. And, since this was Ghost, without letting them know his reasons.
Leaving his computers humming as they were, he drifted down and out, through the cracked and broken streets of the ghetto where he'd made one of his attic boltholes, occupying a phase invisible to the naked eye. Some time thereafter, he landed lightly outside the domicile of Sherlock and Watson, exited his invisible phase with practiced lack of ceremony and peered in through the window. Better to determine if John were in the vicinity before slipping in intangibly like he owned the place, and yet better not to knock and alert any surprise visitors (like Vulcanus, this country's government, Tony Stark...) who might be taking tea with the detective.
Staying alive was a 24/7 occupation.
WHERE: Sherlock's apartment
WHEN: Tuesday, January 3
WARNINGS: Weirdos
SUMMARY: Ghost pays a visit to Sherlock. Lots of talking ensues and no cars explode or even flip once.
FORMAT: Probably para.
There hadn't been any celebration of the New Year for Ghost; he had been in the City for 191 days without a Port-out, had seen people from his own world, and newfound acquaintances from other worlds, go home and come back or go home and never come back, and learned anew (he was always learning this anew) that taking anything for granted was not advisable. And celebrating a date here where at home he was still trapped in a moment in time (supposedly) as a godly entity menaced the occupants of the prison he occupied seemed somewhat...
Arbitrary...?
At any rate, in lieu of covertly planting tracking devices on all his companions that would warn him once they registered a stilled heartbeat or no body warmth (indicating their owner had been snatched away by the uncaring, gleeful Grinbitch), he had resolved to make certain checks on individuals, within reason. And, since this was Ghost, without letting them know his reasons.
Leaving his computers humming as they were, he drifted down and out, through the cracked and broken streets of the ghetto where he'd made one of his attic boltholes, occupying a phase invisible to the naked eye. Some time thereafter, he landed lightly outside the domicile of Sherlock and Watson, exited his invisible phase with practiced lack of ceremony and peered in through the window. Better to determine if John were in the vicinity before slipping in intangibly like he owned the place, and yet better not to knock and alert any surprise visitors (like Vulcanus, this country's government, Tony Stark...) who might be taking tea with the detective.
Staying alive was a 24/7 occupation.