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Who: Apt C-2, anyone (especially fellow Apt-Cers)
When: Day 58, night (slightly backdated)
Where: Apt C-2 & hallway
What: MY ~~hovercraft~~ FLAT IS FULL OF EEL

[God knows how this feat was managed, but somehow an intrepid soul has managed to a) kill a 10-foot eel and b) drag the sodding thing back to Apt C-2. Mostly. There's a bit of tail sticking out the open door and into the corridor, which is causing a certain doctor no end of consternation.]

Sherlock!

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Less prone to catfighting with each other.

I say we should probably not mention this to them. They might take the analogy a bit too seriously.

Our secret is safe with us. Tea?

Certainly. I'll get the cups.

[rumages]

Did yours agree?

He was interested, even. Not quite so enthused about working with yours, though.

Same here.

He did bring up a possibility I was hoping wouldn't be true.

What possibility?

What if the gods are the common factor? If their magic caused these comas?

[goes very still and pale at that.]

... It is impossible to avoid. And - there are priests who are more wound up in their magic.

[something smells fishy]

Think about it, what would be the most obvious thing in common between those that lived in the world before and us now? I don't want to think about it either, but the same thought crossed my mind.

Do you suppose these priests would be able to get more information from the gods than we can?

Especially since it is a repetition of something that came before.

[thinking really hard about this. also, this awkwardness is probably highly familiar. he's hiding something.]

Possibly, yes. I can - make some inquiries. With people.

Right.

[giving you one of those looks he usually reserves for Holmes]

[s...sigh can't hide anything from himself]

I'm not supposed to tell anyone. Sherlock - both of them - is my exception.

Of course they would know. Although, I suppose it doesn't count as telling if it's deduced.

It's what I think it is isnt it? And the reason you've been running yourself ragged?

Right. There is no way to keep secrets from them, certainly.

... yes. My patron's a bit demanding. More like having a full-time job than anything else.

Well...just know you can depend on us for anything. You don't have to take it all upon yourself, John.

[starts at that, a bit guilty. he really is tired.]

... It crept up on me. I - got used to being out searching for him night and day, and you were missing. Your Sherlock went missing for the better part of a week.

[a flash of guilt?]

[a hand on John's shoulder] I know... This place has a way of getting to all of us. I can understand why you would choose that path.

[that shoulder slumps a bit]

I don't regret it. But ... you are right. None of us are alone here.

We might all be stuck here, but at least we're here together.

[trying to keep his tone light]

Now all we have to do is stay together.

The hard part. Maybe we should leash and collar everyone.

[tries to give a reassuring smile]

[that does get a weak smile out of him]

We're right back to belling our cats.

I'll walk your cat if you walk mine?

Deal.

I ... am having difficulty cutting back, now that I've worked up to this. Clinic and warning board and my priest duties and - making Sherlock eat, and all of that.

Edited 2012-07-06 21:22 (UTC)

	
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