for Deducing_freak Baker Street Landing

[tempest_in_time]

The Tempest was bored, miserably, terribly bored. She flips switches on her console; TARDIS humming with the activity. She decided on Earth, perhaps a few explosions would cure her. A knob is twisted, a lever flipped- and with a 'vworp' her TARDIS appears on Baker Street in London.

She quickly opens the doors looking out to where she has landed.

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I'll get back to the other thread later tonight. I'm just excited for first meetings lol xD

[deducing_freak]

Bored? Oh you don't know the half of it. This seemed to be to dry spell of the crime season. Sherlock hadn't changed from his pajamas in three days and may have only slept for seven or eight hours during that time. So when he saw a blue 1960s police call box suddenly blink into the middle of the street....he considered that maybe he ought to take a nap. Clearly he was losing it.

Though typically his hallucinations aren't quite so vivid, so the blond that stepped out had to very much be real.

"John, pass me my phone."

Little did Sherlock know, he was talking to noone. Seems he forgot that the doctor was out today, at that other job of his, the dumb one with all the patients.

He pauses for a moment though and turns to look about the room, just in case he was being ignored or to see if perhaps John just didn't hear him. None of which were the case. Sherlock goes to look back out the window again.

Yay!

[tempest_in_time]

The middle of a street. That's not what she was going for. She dissapears back into the box, which dematerializes and reappears on the sidewalk. Much better.

Now she can actually exit the ship, carefully locking the door behind her. She can feel eyes on her, and turns to look into the windows of the flats across the street. There's a tall bloke in a second floor window, and she just smiles at him; an invitation to come ask the obvious questions.

[deducing_freak]

No, this was certainly not an illusion. Much too real. Hallucinations don't make mistakes and then fix themselves. Not unless the fumes from his previous experiment still hadn't aired out of the kitchen yet.

Sherlock finds himself just staring at first, watching as she peeks back out again and turns to spot him. She even smiles. Curiosity takes over and it's no time at all before he's down the stairs and standing at the front door.

Pay no mind to the fact he is still wearing pajamas under his coat. There wasn't time to make himself presentable.

"..you would tell me if you were a hallucination, right?"

[tempest_in_time]

Once he is out of the window she dips across the street to wait by his door. He comes out, hair some sort of beautiful disaster and what appear to be pajama bottoms under his coat. This one is eager.

"I'd like to think I would. Though I don't know how honest hallucination me might be." She reaches a hand and playfully pokes him in the chest. Hallucinations don't touch.

"So you are curious as to my disappearing act?"