New streets [open]

[deerstalked]

*The Nexus, to a man like Holmes, is an almost irresistable opportunity. A few streets away from the famous sign, he pauses to take stock. Impossible, all of it, but as he well knows, impossible does not mean untrue. Victorian London may well have been full of holes in reality, but he had found one purely by chance, groping in a pea-souper fog so

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali just happens to be headed for the same corner, her arms around a basket of ruby-like apples. The basket is wide and shallow, and lined with cotton wool: someone's taken a great deal of care to make sure the fruits aren't bruised. Tucked amid the fruits are pale glowing lilies, one of which is taken from the basket and tucked in his lapel with a wink in passing.

[deerstalked]

*Touched! There is a moment of raw distaste, before he takes a single step in pursuit of her, voice cutting the air*

Your pardon, madam...

[vicioussweetie]

She didn't touch him. Just his coat.

"Hmm?" She turns a bit, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Yes Mister Holmes?"

[deerstalked]

*Far more physical contact than he would ever invite, especially from unknown females in a strange land*

You have the advantage of me. *his eyes flick over her clinically, noting her hands, her pregnancy, her attire, what she carries...his gaze is as restless as his mind* Although my name is well-known, I admit. *One long thin hand plucks at the flower* To what do I owe the honour?