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asgardmeridiem2012-05-20 06:53 pm
the_good_doctor) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-05-20 06:53 pm
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[closed] Can you find me, Watson?
Who: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson (movie-verse)
What: A Joyous Reunion between Brothers in all but Blood.
When: Day 83.
Where: Room 304: Thor.
Rating: PG? Holmes, man.
[For all that Holmes was a terrible anon, he was an annoyingly good fugitive. Watson had scoured the city twice already and was just on his way back after the third. He'd checked Holmes' rooms, the other Holmes' rooms, scoured the hospital morgue, pestered chemists, annoyed the tiny urchin that had attatched himself to their modern counterparts and searched every likely and unlikely place in the city.
And for all that, Holmes remained elusive -- and annoyingly obvious. Entering his room, Watson tossed his walking stick and hat on to his bed with uncharacteristic impatience. Shrugging out of his coat, he scowled at the door. It wouldn't be quite so annoying if Holmes was better at keeping his head down, but no. Being unable to find him after the detective had failed so spectacularly at keeping his cover was simply adding insult to injury.]
What: A Joyous Reunion between Brothers in all but Blood.
When: Day 83.
Where: Room 304: Thor.
Rating: PG? Holmes, man.
[For all that Holmes was a terrible anon, he was an annoyingly good fugitive. Watson had scoured the city twice already and was just on his way back after the third. He'd checked Holmes' rooms, the other Holmes' rooms, scoured the hospital morgue, pestered chemists, annoyed the tiny urchin that had attatched himself to their modern counterparts and searched every likely and unlikely place in the city.
And for all that, Holmes remained elusive -- and annoyingly obvious. Entering his room, Watson tossed his walking stick and hat on to his bed with uncharacteristic impatience. Shrugging out of his coat, he scowled at the door. It wouldn't be quite so annoying if Holmes was better at keeping his head down, but no. Being unable to find him after the detective had failed so spectacularly at keeping his cover was simply adding insult to injury.]