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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[alldeduction]

Sherlock finally came out of his room but it was obvious that he had finally crashed and allowed himself to sleep, after not doing so in a few days. His hair was a mess and he was only half dressed and sloppily - still clinging to the few bits of clothes that resembled anything like what he wore back home.

"Yes, yes, fine. Danny, relax. John's a friend. They brought him in to punish me, little do they know. The masonry isn't necessary."

[danno_williams]

Danny sighs, and lays the brick back down. He cringed internally a bit, it looked like Sherlock had finally gone to sleep. Damn, oh well. Then, his brain caught up with the rest of Sherlock's sentence.

"Damn it Sherlock, I told you not to fuck with the cameras, that they'd find some way to screw you over. I thought they'd like water-board you or something, not pull a friend in." then the blood drained from his face, "Oh God, what if they get Grace?"

[drpsychosomatic]

John's eyes narrowed a bit in thought, but the rant about Sherlock looking after himself could wait, especially considering he'd somehow managed to find himself either a bodyguard or a chaperone- he wasn't sure which, and to be honest considering how bizarre this place was, either would probably be useful. He offered Danny a polite, slightly rigid smile, before looking back to Sherlock.

"Cameras. That's what it was about?"

[alldeduction]

"They won't bring Grace, you didn't participate. Don't panic needlessly." Sherlock said first, before glancing back at John with a suddenly slightly hesitant look. It practically read '... not good?'.

"No, it was about them proving they could do whatever they wanted, at the slightest provocation," Sherlock said. "I merely disabled a few of the cameras in our suite, and they claimed that you being brought here was direct retaliation. But you could well have been here the whole time, John, and they were just looking for an excuse--"

[danno_williams]

"Which you gave them on a silver platter! Dumbass!" Bad move Sherlock, now he's in full rant mode. Good luck shutting him up.

"And as a father I'm allowed to panic needlessly when my daughter is involved! Don't forget that this whole shebang started off with children! I wouldn't put it past those Gestapo just to do it because I'm allied with you and it amused them."

He stomped over to the fridge in the kitchenette area of the suite. "There had better be something alcoholic here or I'm going to kill someone."

There you go John, have some ranty American.

[drpsychosomatic]

John didn't say much. He didn't have to.

"Friendly chap," he commented, eyebrows raised.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock shot daggers with his eyes at Danny's back before turning to John.

"American. Police." He said, as if that was explanation enough. "I spent the majority of my time on the ice in his company," as if that explained further. He didn't say anything more about it. He'd firmly shut his time on the ice away in a little corner of his brain, and watching Danny's death on television hadn't been much better. (Another thing he had not mentioned to John. In fact there was quite a list, if he thought about it. Which he pointedly didn't.)

[drpsychosomatic]

"Well, that could explain his valiant attempt to protect your virtue," John replied with a tight, careful smile. "Didn't you tell him I'd be coming by?"

[alldeduction]

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I didn't see him before I went to bed," he said with exasperation. "We don't exactly have flat-mate pow-wows. Everyone sort of comes and goes as they please." He waved a vague, dismissive hand.

[danno_williams]

Just at that moment, Danny walked back into the main room this time carrying two beers. Or what passed for beer here. The capitol liked to make shit fancier than it really needed to be. "How 'bout a note? 'Dear Danny, I have a friend visiting the suite, please don't bash him in the head with a rock.'" He glared sidelong at Sherlock as he plopped in the couch across from John, setting a beer on the table in front of him and then one in front of John.

"Danny Williams," he stuck out a hand to shake. At Sherlock's glare, he just turned around and groused, "Get your own booze, I'm not talking to you right now. Come back later."

[drpsychosomatic]

John blinked, clearly caught a little off-balance by the sudden change in direction- from brick to beer in what felt like under a minute. Still, he accepted Danny's offer and shook his hand firmly.

"John Watson. Thanks."

[alldeduction]

"I wasn't aware I needed to report my activity," Sherlock said petulantly. "When you can watch it all on television."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need clothing. Or should I leave a note for that, too?" Without waiting for an answer, however, he turned tail and stalked back to his room like a sulking panther.

[danno_williams]

"Love you too sugar britches" He tried not to smile at glare he knew was probably getting, but he just couldn't pull it off. Sherlock's reactions were always amusing. He turned over to John, "He's fun to annoy isn't he? He just, walks right into it."

The fact that this was supposedly John Watson was filed away for later, to peruse at his leisure. Apparently, there was another fruitcake to go with Sherlock. But, then again, two couldn't share the same delusion. So that was one more point in the column of Sherlock being the real thing.

[drpsychosomatic]

Sugar Britches. Well. He rubbed at his temple, a corner of his mouth twitching into the beginnings of a smile, and took a swig of beer.

"Not sure I'd put it like that, exactly," he said, offering a wry grin. "But whatever helps keep you from punching him in the mouth is probably all for the best."

[danno_williams]

Danny just smirked, "My partner back home lacked most of the social graces as well. Except he was the type that liked to blow things up and bust through doors on a motorcycle. Not joking, that actually happened. Steve is a fucking neanderthal," his face screws up in thought. "Was, or would that be is? Whatever I give up on the tense thing."

[drpsychosomatic]

"I think 'Neanderthal' is about as far away from a description of Sherlock as you get," John retorted, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And I don't know. Sherlock seems to think we've time-travelled, so probably... was?"