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[sh_consulting]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and you...?? (OPEN)
WHERE: All around the town.
WHEN: All Saturday.
WARNINGS: uh none? i will update this if bizarre things happen
SUMMARY: Sherlock and John go looking around the city for a flat (and a disguise or two) and maybe run into people. feel free to start your own tags, they'll be all over the place, you can

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late evening??

[technophantom]

Ghost made a habit of stalking keeping tabs on the people he'd earmarked as important, in the City. So while Sherlock made plans to move out of the MAC, Ghost made plans to figure out where. He found it fair to spy on other people (though the reverse was not true), since it was for their own good anyway.

He passed a hand through the door, and then stopped. A second passed of intense thought as he remembered how John had reacted to his barging in last time, and guilt stirred under the tight lock-and-key of his emotions, before he withdrew his hand, phased back into solidity and knocked.

Wonderful. Also. Ghost's consideration is adorable.

[drpsychosomatic]

John had just that instant sat down with a mug of tea and a biscuit- but he knew better than to assume Sherlock would answer the door for him all the same. Hoisting himself back upright and setting his mug down he glanced over at Sherlock as he crossed the room.

"Expecting anyone?" he asked, amused. They certainly had been inundated with guests today- not that John minded, of course (it was rather nice to feel quite so in demand), but it was getting to be a little farcical.

[sh_consulting]

"No." The statement was matter-of-fact and dismissive. He'd done more than his fair share of social interaction for the day. The newspaper was raised up right into his face, legs crossed to hang off the end of the sofa. He didn't look up at the knock, but instead called:

"Just come on in, the door's unlocked."

he just doesn't wanna give a beloved character a heart attack jeez

[technophantom]

There was a momentary silence before Ghost acknowledged--and used the handle. It had been a very long time since he'd bothered, and the doors at the Raft opened automatically (despite having no safety measures, since they also closed automatically). He stepped in and let the door swing closed behind him.

"Hello, Watson. Holmes. ...you're looking for another fixed address."

late afternoon

[seeingeyespit]

Terezi's sense of smell was finally returning to her, so naturally her first course of action was to get out of the house. She was walking down a random street, sticking her nose in everything and generally enjoying being able to smell colors again.

And hey, between the horns and the way she was rapping people's ankles with her cane in order to get where she wanted to be, she stood out pretty well.

[sh_consulting]

He didn't notice her, at first, as he was turning to say something to John about one of the buildings across the street. The sharp jab to his ankle very quickly brought all of his attention around immediately to his other side. The recognition was instant.

"Terezi." His voice was flat.

[drpsychosomatic]

John was getting a little tired of Sherlock knowing everyone- but he wasn't about to say anything. Offering the newcomer a smile despite the cane, he glanced over to Sherlock, trying to pick up a cue. Best to stay quiet for now.

[seeingeyespit]

Terezi could tell that someone was with Sherlock, but it wasn't anyone whose scent she recognized so she focused on Sherlock himself for the time being.

"Hehehe! Hi, Sherlock!" Her laugh was just a little raspy, as usual, and her ever-present grin was as obnoxious as ever. "What are you doing out here?"