Jim Moriarty (
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As he suspected he would, Jim caught Sherlock's - heh, Rory's - stupid bloody cold. He went to bed angry, frustrated, and sick to the back teeth of this entire bloody bar.
He wakes up with a Welsh accent, a body that feels weirdly exhausted, and a whooooole lot of surprise at finding himself in a bedroom that is not wallpapered in Laura Ashley, cluttered with years' worth of books and theatre junk. Gethin has never set foot in a room so opulent, and so incomprehensible to him. He spends a good hour looking at the clothes, the books, the...frankly pornographic, yet extremely beautiful...photography on the wall of the library (the centrepiece of which involves his own face, and the blurred figure of a much taller man in the background. He doesn't look at it for long.) Everything is very, very weird.
In short, Gethin Roberts does not have a bloody clue what's going on. But at least there are clothes he recognises - comfortably 80s in style - and if the cold he's got means he can't go searching Jonathan out, at least there appears to be a...bar, downstairs?
What. The Actual. Hell.
[OOC: getting in under the wire! Open until the end of March. :)]
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"Though right off, the Bar asked me, through a napkin, if I'd tend for a while so she could rest and I thought, why not? I'm not a bad bartender, as long as no one orders anything complicated.
"Had you?"
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He thinks for a few seconds, then shrugs.
'I suppose if a place can produce food and drinks out of thin air, why not pick up two blokes from London and dump them in a room a few days apart? Maybe everyone comes in to that room first, who knows?'
Which doesn't explain the photos, but he'll ignore that for now.
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"Thanks for this, by the way." He sips some brandy, and shudders a bit. He normally doesn't drink anything stronger than lager.
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He nods acknowledgment for the thanks, and picks his own brandy up.
'Why is it you don't want to leave? If you don't mind me asking.'
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"My parents are trying to keep the peace between us, but I'd rather just not see any of them for a while."
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He pulls a face, pure sympathy.
'Shit. That's not what you want a brother to do. What'd he do it for?'
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'Is he even sorry?'
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And Rory is deeply hurt.
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'Well, sorry. But your brother sounds like a cock.'
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Daniel is his brother and Rory loves him, but he doesn't like him much lately. Cheating on Lucy, taking advantage of Laura's vulnerability, not even being sorry a little bit --
"I almost took an axe to him, but my father stopped me."
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'An actual axe? For real?'
Cock or not, that seems a bit extreme .
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"It's more of a hatchet, I suppose. I think Edwin--that's my younger brother--got it for one of his projects and no one removed it."
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'What were you planning to do with it before your dad stopped you?'
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Then, "But probably not hurt him. Much."
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He looks just a touch uneasy, but then smiles and shrugs it off.
'I always thought it'd be nice to have a brother. Now I'm thinking I might have been lucky.'
Not really. But, maybe.
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He would not know.
'So what're you in university for?