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[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock comes through the door, bringing in chilly winter-in-London air along with him. He pauses to look around and faintly smile, and then he takes the stairs to his and Jim's suite.

It's a few hours before he returns again, dressed much more casually than when he came in, and he goes to the bar to order dinner for himself, for now, and breakfast for two, to go.

It's good to go home, but it's better to be back.

... though there does seem to be a large number of people sniffling and looking miserable.


[ooc: No warnings for the linked thread, but that may change. Yup, adulty things.]

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[neverenoughgold]

Two men. Though they sit on opposite sides of the bar, somehow it seems very plain that they are aware of each other-- that they have, in fact, very intentionally turned their backs to one another, and are pointedly pretending the other isn't there.

Both are dressed in black. All black. Down to every detail, black, black, black.

Both have a melancholy look. And rather feverish one. The blond one sneezes.

Also, both have a skull: the blond holds his up loftily, occasionally darting glances back at the dark-haired one, while the dark-haired one hunches moodily, protectively over his.

"I have that within which passeth show," one mutters, darting a glance at the other, who gives a (very Shakespearean) hmph in reply.

[ooc: Both Kevin Kline and Kenneth Branagh have played Hamlet, so... one post, two, uh, Hamlets.]

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[mjolnir_retriever]

[Not-exactly-OOM: Thor tries to have a brotherly heart-to-heart with 'Loki'.

...It goes much better than the last one! Admittedly, however, that's not saying much.]

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[heatherandsteel]

Last night, Quentin had spent the night at Milliways, he wasn't feeling right and tomorrow would go talk to Walther, find out what's wrong.

In the morning, Mathias wakes up with a cough, this isn't his hotel room in Berlin, she isn't here and his clothes aren't right, also something is wrong with his ears and hair. He has some people he needs to talk to about what they think they're doing. The hotel is staffed by rodents but they do fill his order and soon he has on a proper suit and is blowing his nose into a handkerchief.

Downstairs he orders a coffee and holds himself still as he watches and sneezes, he doesn't have the time to be sick.

(OOC: Since Quentin's PB is a model, he's coming in from this video, contains implied sexual situations and partial nudity.)

A deal's a deal

[yinyangwizard]

OOM: Seimei makes good on a deal with Moriarty. One of them will probably regret this later.

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[not_his_pa]

"But my Lady Bar, I must have a sword. How shall I defend myself or my king without one?" D'Artagnan sighs, sneezes into the handkerchief he has as he stares at the unhelpful note.

"I will drink a posset since you ask it but this isn't right," He takes up the warm drink she offers him and goes to sulk by the fire, his shirt doesn't seem as warm as it should be and he dislikes feeling so weak and unarmed. At least she provided him with clothing that suits him rather than those drab things he found in the room he awoke in.