when there's a detective in your living room and he's too lazy to move
Who: caveatwalls, proxysearch and sittingtype.
When: Wednesday, December 21st.
Where: Re-l's apartment.
Summary: Sherlock's slunk into Re-l's apartment uninvited. John gets a nasty phone call.
Warnings: None.
[Long day. Long week. Everyone's in a bad mood, people are still upset about the television broadcasts, and hasn't slept in several nights. She just wants to curl up in bed and keep the TV off, but she's not sure if anything's going to happen tonight. Someone might want a hand. (No one needs your help, Re-l. Just forget them.) Or they might not. Re-l might have confronted her own Shadow nights ago, but the effects were still settling. She still didn't feel like everything the Shadow said was farfetched, and to have it splayed out in the open, especially in front of someone like Bruce... How embarrassing.
She heads up to her apartment, muttering the password and unlocking the door. Ergo, the black cat she tends to, immediately greets her at the door.]
Hey, cat. You stay in tonight. I don't need to wonder where you are.
[She toes the door closed and heads inside, hands going to her guns so she can put them away. But her eyes catch sight of a dark coat on her couch and she turns quickly, ready to use her shotgun before she realizes who's there.]
Sherlock Holmes, what the hell are you doing here?
When: Wednesday, December 21st.
Where: Re-l's apartment.
Summary: Sherlock's slunk into Re-l's apartment uninvited. John gets a nasty phone call.
Warnings: None.
[Long day. Long week. Everyone's in a bad mood, people are still upset about the television broadcasts, and hasn't slept in several nights. She just wants to curl up in bed and keep the TV off, but she's not sure if anything's going to happen tonight. Someone might want a hand. (No one needs your help, Re-l. Just forget them.) Or they might not. Re-l might have confronted her own Shadow nights ago, but the effects were still settling. She still didn't feel like everything the Shadow said was farfetched, and to have it splayed out in the open, especially in front of someone like Bruce... How embarrassing.
She heads up to her apartment, muttering the password and unlocking the door. Ergo, the black cat she tends to, immediately greets her at the door.]
Hey, cat. You stay in tonight. I don't need to wonder where you are.
[She toes the door closed and heads inside, hands going to her guns so she can put them away. But her eyes catch sight of a dark coat on her couch and she turns quickly, ready to use her shotgun before she realizes who's there.]
Sherlock Holmes, what the hell are you doing here?