Who:
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lotusrebelWhat: Dealing with John's wormholing. It's all fun and games until some bitch takes your skull. (Basically Connect Four to video games)
When: Today-ish in the afternoon-ish.
Where: Sherlock's place and then to the recreation area.
Warnings: Sherlock hitting some big ass ramps and Lien witnessing the destruction lying in his wake (it'll make sense later).
[Despite the issue of the water filtering system gone wrong, the vodka filled pipes doesn't deter Lien too much. She had saved up on bottled water and juice boxes. Besides, that's probably the least of her worries as of now.
It had been a few weeks since John Watson was wormholed away from the S.S. Thor. His disappearance had obviously affected a number of people including her. But probably none of them could compare to what Sherlock was feeling. At least that's what she thought. The psychic hadn't spoken to him for a while and has decided that today is a good day as any to fill up that void.
With Connect Four under one arm, a backpack full of juice and water, and a determined face, Lien knocks on the door of 7-11.]