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]

The conversation now thoroughly and completely in the realm of Things Sherlock Cared Least About™, Sherlock didn't even bother to hide his disinterest as he let his eyes slide off Draco and onto their surroundings.

"Yes, I'm sure they are extremely concerned with the opinions of tributes...."

[mudbloodhater]

"I've already given the bigger things a go," Draco stated, rolling his eyes as though that ought to be obvious, shooting Sherlock another look to suggest that he really didn't care about his opinion. He was doing very poorly at the whole ignoring thing, but that wasn't the point.

"It's the point of the thing, anyway."

[drpsychosomatic]

"The principle of it," John suggested, amicably enough. "I can understand that. Though it's probably not worth upsetting them too much."

[alldeduction]

Sherlock smirked lightly at the look that Draco shot him and managed not to roll his eyes though he did turn his head to look somewhere off in the distance at something apparently more interesting than the conversation they were having.

"They do like to threaten, don't they," Sherlock said darkly.

[mudbloodhater]

"Might I ask how long either of you have been here?" He asked, barely containing his slight scepticism. He wasn't entirely sure how much anyone would really know about the Capitol's threats if they hadn't lived through them time and again. No one who'd only died once could talk as if they knew the place, that's what Draco thought. "Haven't seen you around much," he added.

[drpsychosomatic]

"I arrived today," John replied neatly, not bothering to explain the circumstances of his arrival. He'd prefer to have that discussion with Sherlock, later.

"And Sherlock's been here since before the ice arena. I get the impression some people have been here much longer..?"

[alldeduction]

Sherlock offered him an icy smile in return. "Long enough to undermine their security systems enough to get a few real threats," He said smoothly, in a voice pitched low enough to keep between them. Not that he had any doubt that they had cameras trained on them even now.

[mudbloodhater]

"I'll be going into my fourth Arena," Draco stated quite proudly, smirking a little. That answered John's question - he had been there much longer.

"A few real threats?" He echoed, voice dropped as well, tipping his head curiously. "Like what?"

[drpsychosomatic]

"I think Sherlock's referring to me," John explained, overly calm and still. "They brought me here after Sherlock tampered with the cameras in his suite."

[alldeduction]

Sherlock almost had the decency to look uncomfortable and ashamed. Almost.

"You've been here nearly as long as they began bringing outsiders, then," Sherlock said smoothly, something flashing in his eye as he completely ignored the question entirely. John had answered it, after all. And what was politeness.

[mudbloodhater]

"I see," Draco mused, glancing between them again. Curious that the Capitol was bringing people in as punishment now. He wondered just how much it took to cause that sort of thing.

And then he wondered if Sherlock wasn't entirely annoyed by that, in some strange way of his. Draco was finding himself more and more grateful John was there. "Nearly, yes."