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sixpearls in xanadoodle

~how will he find me?~

Aug 19, 2010 20:43

Enter a young woman, properly dressed in a hooded walking-about cloak over her pink Victorian day-dress, a parasol in her hand, although closed. She has the uncertain look of one who is not entirely sure that she knows where she is, but hasn't yet worked out the courage or the inclination to ask for a grounding ( Read more... )

*sherlock holmes, } agora

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pristineismyhat August 20 2010, 05:48:50 UTC

The nearest passerby is a blonde woman in a set of pale green robes that most closely resemble muggle fashion of the Regency era, holding the hand of a small boy who looks as though he's been told to stop trying to drag her along faster at least three times already. When she stops to answer Mary, it appears to take all his strength not to wail in frustration.

"Well, you shall find it again here in due time. This is Xanadu."

sixpearls August 21 2010, 02:19:28 UTC

"I beg your pardon, I am terribly sorry--where?"

pristineismyhat August 21 2010, 02:22:43 UTC

"Xanadu," she repeats, only a touch impatiently. "In the nexus, where all the worlds meet, here is the city where they cross over, etcetera, etcetera."

sixpearls August 21 2010, 02:43:27 UTC

"I--I have never heard of such a place."

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amanofletters August 21 2010, 09:24:28 UTC

Watson blinks. Then he blinks again.

"Mary?"

From the past few days he's been having, to say that he had not expected her to be here on one of his visits would have been something of an understatement. She was a normality in a world full of oddities. And also she was his wife - there was that too.

sixpearls August 22 2010, 04:05:37 UTC

"Oh, James!" She looks altogether relieved, and reaches for his hand before she can stop herself. "Oh, thank goodness. I really had no idea where I had gotten to."

amanofletters September 4 2010, 01:19:20 UTC

"I-I did not expect you here." Watson doesn't sound disappointed with those words, only confused and surprised as much as his upbringing would allow. Mildly. When she takes his hand, he stares for a moment at her fingers touching his skin, as though he hadn't expected her to be solid.

But then he smiles and brings her hand up for a kiss, deciding that certain public improprieties are worth risking for the moment. "However, I am glad that you are."

sixpearls September 4 2010, 05:54:00 UTC

"Whatever is this place? How did you come here?" She flushes very, very faintly with pleasure, a tint of pink.

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