Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

[drpsychosomatic]

Who| John Watson, Sherlock Holmes and anyone they encounter
What| Exploring, complaining, all that wholesome stuff
Where| Throughout the Capitol
When| After John's introduction as punishment for Sherlock messing with the cameras
Warnings/Notes| No warnings as of yet. This post can also be used for meeting just John or just Sherlock, we can engineer them splitting up for fact-finding a la Scooby Doo if you prefer!

Having been given a quick crash course on everything Sherlock had learned during his stay in the Capitol and his rather unpleasant experiences in the Arena, John had asked if Sherlock wouldn't mind showing him around some of the more interesting places in the sprawling, decadent city. He felt like having a rather stiff drink, actually- something to wash down the hideously confusing day he'd had- though he doubted he could convince Sherlock to join him in destroying a few braincells at whatever passed for a pub in this ridiculous place.

"So, where's next?" he asked, as lightly as he could manage as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. 

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[mediumdrip]

Blaine was in the common room of District 2's suites. He was checking out the Capitol's entertainment, specifically their music. He was curious about the type of musical style that they considered good here.

When Sherlock came in he turned down what he was listening to, not wanting to irritate the other man. He noticed that Sherlock wasn't alone though and smiled a bit at them both.

[drpsychosomatic]

John nodded slightly grimly, offering the young man a tight smile.
"One of your district-mates, then?" He half-asked Sherlock, indicating Blaine. "John Watson. I'm meant to be in 7, I'm only visiting."

[alldeduction]

"Yes," Sherlock said to John as he stepped into their suites. He didn't bother to actually introduce the boy because what were manners?

"He'll be visiting frequently," Sherlock added to John's statement before he disappeared unceremoniously into his bedroom for a moment to fetch what he had come here for.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine was used to Sherlock enough by then to not take the lack of introduction personally. Instead he went to John and offered to shake his hand. "I'm Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you." He glanced at Sherlock as he disappeared before focusing on John again. "Did you know him before? I don't think I've seen you in the tapes?"

He had been watching some of the Arenas off and on when he could stomach it. He was trying to learn how he could survive. It was slow going for him though because with each death he needed a break.

Park: john/sherlock/both i'm fine any way!

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana had visited many cultures over the years, both earthly and not, so the Capitol was hardly the strangest place she'd been. It wasn't even really the most unpleasant, although she couldn't say she felt comfortable.

At the moment, she felt somewhat overwhelmed. She was used to being stared at, of course, but these stares so often had a...calculating air behind them that she wasn't used to, at least not in such high volume, and finally she'd slipped into a mostly empty park near the edge of the city, breathing a sigh of relief at the relative peace.

You get ringside seats to the John and Sherlock bickering like a married couple show!

[drpsychosomatic]

John was incensed- and as such he completely missed the woman in the park as he stormed down the path, a sullen-looking Sherlock behind him. The minute he believed they were alone he turned, glaring at him.

"You can't talk to people like that!" he insisted- clearly halfway through an argument that had sprung up previously. "You just can't, Sherlock, and I don't care how many inches of makeup she was hiding behind, or how many times she'd had her face rearranged. You just-- you can't. Are you expecting her, or anyone else who heard you to even consider telling us anything in future?"

[alldeduction]

Sherlock noticed the woman, of course, even in his mind labeled her as a likely tribute (he was beginning to notice patterns in the fashion between the tributes and citizens) even if he did not recognize her from the previous arena. However he was a little too preoccupied to give her more than a passing glance as it was.

"Please. She was not about to give us any information what-so-ever and her comment about the ice was more than enough to indicate she was very well aware of who I was. If they insist on so much plastic surgery you think they would appreciate it when someone recognized their hard work."

[mudbloodhater]

After all of that rot on Valentine's Day, Draco was starting to hazard going back out again. He needed the fresh air, and the monotony of the tower was grating on him; there was only so much that Cinna or Effie could do before he got antsy, and antsiness was definitely a thing.

He was only vaguely paying attention when he came across John and Sherlock, eyeing the pair of them warily though it was pretty obvious they were Tributes as well. Just because they had something in common did not mean he necessarily wanted to talk to them. In fact, it seemed to be generally not true, so far. He was very nearly ready to just ignore the pair until the distraction known as his ego got in the way, and he tripped over his own feet, stumbling almost right into them. So much for attempting to keep it cool.

[drpsychosomatic]

Well, it had been a while since he'd been fallen into. He offered the young man a slightly awkward smile as soon as he'd regained his balance.

"Alright there?" He asked, not unkindly.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock was stiff as he stepped back. He recognized that face. From where...

"Draco Malfoy." He said suddenly as his memory clicked into place. "12th District. Tribute, obviously."

[gruesome]

Some only ventured out of the building after dark, but today he didn't go far. There was a fashion show in front of one of the big stores just off the main plaza, and he was watching it from the Training Center steps, eyes narrowed against the lights and head tilted with puzzlement as he tried to understand just what was the point of so many amazingly uncomfortable-looking clothes.

[alldeduction]

They were finally coming back after a long day of exploring the city, and Sherlock was carefully reliving an encounter with a massive spider in an ice crevice that dramatically turned back into a snarky woman by the name of Morrigan when he spotted Some.

He'd seen him before, of course, in the videos of the Arena - but that didn't mean he was prepared to see him in reality. He froze, slightly.

"And then... we have creatures that simply are," He said, nodding toward Some so John could see what he was talking about.

[drpsychosomatic]

He should have been less surprised. He really should have been. Somehow, though, Sherlock's own sudden stillness made the hairs on the back of John's neck rise, and the creature...

"What is that?" he hissed in a whisper.

District 2 common room To: Sherlock and John, I'm thinking John at first because well, you'll see.

[danno_williams]

It was later in the evening when Danny finally got back to the suites. He'd toured the city for the first part of the day, then he'd wandered over to the training center.

He was not getting hacked with a sword ever again...or at least, not without being able to fight back properly. He'd blame it later on the fact that he was tired and not firing on all cylinders, but yet again, there was a strange person in the suite. And yet again, he picked up a piece of decorative masonry and threatened the new person.

"Explain to me who the fuck you are or I bean you in the head with a rock."

[drpsychosomatic]

Having been told by Sherlock that he'd be fine coming and going as he pleased to the District 2 common room, John was more than a little startled to find himself being threatened by a madman with a rock. He blinked, and slowly raised his hands- though he was far from scared by the display. Sadly, he'd been through worse. Many times. Mostly when mixed up with Sherlock, now he thought about it.

"John. I'm here to see Sherlock? Preferably without getting a crater put in my skull on the way, if you don't mind."

[danno_williams]

He glared at the newcomer sizing him up. "If you're looking for sex you're very much in the wrong place."

Fucking capitol scum.

[whosalicewhite]

Two tributes. Two tributes wandering around sightseeing? Even the worst of pickpockets knows that sightseers make the good marks. Sightseers with someone else to distract them, make better marks.

If she was going to be forced back into the arena, Parker's going to collect information of those around her the only way she knows how

She's going to steal it.

Today, she's wearing the most hideous of pink sweaters, with sparkles, to blend in. Some person she finds appalling in the highest order told her to wear it but she flatly refused to go near the shoes even Sophie would reject.

Instead, she agreed on trousers that would hide her sneakers.

Parker's got to wait for the right moment.

[drpsychosomatic]

John was trying not to stare too obviously at a very tortured looking mannequin in a store window- one wearing what seemed to be a corset made of royal blue crystals and half a mile of eye-meltingly bright orange-yellow cellophane wrapper. Beside it was a style for men in complimentary navy and orange, encrusted with crystals.

"Not a chance," he said, firmly. "What possible good could they hope dressing either of us up like that would do?"

[alldeduction]

"Sponsorship." Sherlock said, grimacing slightly and turning his head from the store window. "In order for us to be 'desirable' we need to fit their idea of desire, which includes fashion. If they consider us likable, they spend exorbitant amounts of money on us in the arena, and send us items to help us win or lose."

one or both c:

[downbeat]

Katurian lives indoors.

He does not wander. He does not explore. He ventures out of the tribute tower now and again, but only so that he can slip into the bars, quiet and anonymous. He's in one of those bars now, wedged into a corner booth that is too small for more than two people. He rests his elbow on the wall beside him, his fingers curled around the edge of his glass.

[alldeduction]

One of the things that Sherlock never fully appreciated was the need for a pint. Alcohol was not his drug of choice, but it had a relaxing effect on John, and after a day like today he decided John needed to relax. So he brought him here.

It was not meant to be part of a scouting mission. It was meant to be a quiet hour before they headed back to the tribute tower and separated for the night. But half way through John's pint, Sherlock caught a familiar face out of the corner of his eye, and grew very still.

It was impossible not to remember the last time he had seen his face. It had been impossible to tear himself away at the time, and he had watched Katurian's death at least once more since they had come off the ice.

Without even saying a word to John he slipped from his side and back through the bar up to Katurian's booth.

He stood, tall and dark, his hands deep in his pockets and his eyes narrowed. Since the ice, he'd learned the man's name.

"Katurian."

[downbeat]

Katurian had learned this man's name as well, but he didn't believe it. Sherlock Holmes. It was a moniker, certainly, an identity crafted for these 'games' and these games alone. He was not a character come to life, not the words whispered by Katurian's parents when he was too young to read on his own.

He was, however, the man who watched him die. He was the memory that Katurian replayed in his head again and again and again. He was the tower of flesh that kept him from freedom and hoisted him into the most agonizing moments of his life.

He blinked rapidly, his mouth opening and closing. This was not a speech he had prepared for. This was not something he was ready to revisit.

"Mr. Holmes." He trailed his arm down from the wall and onto the table. "It's a-- It's nice to--"

Nice to what? He couldn't think of it. He didn't know.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

(OOC: Just John at first, then Sherlock coming in after Howard and John get acquainted?)

Being too afraid of his District Suite to stay there means that Howard's spending a lot of time throughout the town. So far, it's paid some dividends in his increased knowledge of the layout, as well as improved familiarity with all the dark places to hide and watch people without being watched. He's found a quiet nook in an alley to huddle up in, bundled up in his new tailored clothes, and he only wakes when a surge of traffic goes by on the street.

It's about that time to get up, he guesses. As he rejoins the bustle of the streets, he notices someone - taller than himself, healthy-looking, but with the same curious look as the other Tributes. From the fact that the Capitol citizens aren't staring at the guy, Howard assumes he's a Tribute but new, and that's interesting.

So rather than aimlessly wandering, Howard starts to follow John Watson, figuring it's better to know more about your future competitors rather than less. He slips through the crowd easily, despite the occasional odd look from a Panem citizen at seeing one of their celebrities in the masses. He's short and skinny and very good at skulking, so he keeps up with John without much effort.

Which wouldn't be much of a problem except that the crowd soon thins, leaving the fact that Howard's tailing John rather obvious.

[drpsychosomatic]

(Works for me!)

John appears oblivious for some time, turning a corner with his hands in his pockets- but as soon as Howard rounds the corner after him, John's waiting. Not in a threatening way, or even a deliberately nonchalant way- he's simply standing, his arms crossed and an expression on his face that reads mind explaining why you're following me in a particularly obvious configuration of slightly raised eyebrows and a thin line of lips pressed together.

"Morning," he offers eventually with the very slightest of smiles.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard sheds the last of inconspicuousness when comes to a dead stop, skidding a bit on his heels. He looks as if he'd torn between standing his ground, pretending nothing's up, and just turning and running.

"Morning." Howard's smile back is tight, close-mouthed, clearly fake and nervous.