Round and Round we Go
Who: Injection plot!Holmes yes_mother_hen, John Watson holmes_blogger, Sherlock Holmes whatsolarsystem
What: A little hunt, and a little dose of sanity.
When: To...night?
Where: All around the S.S. Thor.
Warnings: Possible violence, Moriarty-ish behavior, BRILLIANCE
[It'd been easy enough for Holmes to pull a few strings here and there, to manipulate the situation to his advantage, to find a place to hide-- really, it didn't matter so much that this wasn't the London he knew, that the ship was a ship, and not a city. The S.S. Thor was still a haven of dark corridors and hidden passageways, and it still housed people (and creatures) that were easy enough to negotiate with, use for his own benefits.
But even when he did eventually find a secure place to conceal himself, that wasn't nearly enough for Holmes, because that was routine, and routine, inevitably, is tedious. It was time to add a little spice, now that things had settled down.
So, from his comfortable vantage point, somewhere within the recesses of the residential district, in an emptied suite that he'd gotten for himself, Holmes sends the other Sherlock Holmes a text. A challenge, of sorts.
It goes something along the lines of:]
Fancy a little fall? The turtle is sinister, but often finds excitement on the right.
What: A little hunt, and a little dose of sanity.
When: To...night?
Where: All around the S.S. Thor.
Warnings: Possible violence, Moriarty-ish behavior, BRILLIANCE
[It'd been easy enough for Holmes to pull a few strings here and there, to manipulate the situation to his advantage, to find a place to hide-- really, it didn't matter so much that this wasn't the London he knew, that the ship was a ship, and not a city. The S.S. Thor was still a haven of dark corridors and hidden passageways, and it still housed people (and creatures) that were easy enough to negotiate with, use for his own benefits.
But even when he did eventually find a secure place to conceal himself, that wasn't nearly enough for Holmes, because that was routine, and routine, inevitably, is tedious. It was time to add a little spice, now that things had settled down.
So, from his comfortable vantage point, somewhere within the recesses of the residential district, in an emptied suite that he'd gotten for himself, Holmes sends the other Sherlock Holmes a text. A challenge, of sorts.
It goes something along the lines of:]
Fancy a little fall? The turtle is sinister, but often finds excitement on the right.