thecapitol | Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

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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"First I've heard of it," John replied neatly, not quite comfortable with the slightly warm feeling Sherlock's apparent confidence in his abilities inspired.

"But, yes. We can look out for each other. I expect that's what they're counting on."

"That might be it," Blaine said. He couldn't help but think the Capitol would be more interested in seeing which of them would win in a fight but he didn't feel the need to say that.

"I expect it is likely the opposite," Sherlock said darkly, voicing what Blaine did not with a tight, sharp smile. "Back home, John was an army doctor, before coming to work with me as my partner." It was a word he hadn't exactly used before, but that he felt neatly summed up their professional relationship. 'Assistant' and 'colleague' didn't seem to exactly cover it.

Partner worked, somehow. John nodded. "I help Sherlock with his cases and write them up on the blog, now. Not that I think there's much call for that, here. Not much call for army doctors either. Their medical technology must be centuries ahead of anything I learned."

"So, business partners then?" he asked. John's explanation seemed to lean towards business partner than the other definition of 'partner' that came to Blaine's mind. He looked between both men and then focused on John. "We don't get that kind of technology in the Arena though. You'll be a real asset there."

"I'm not sure Sherlock would refer to his work as a business, but- yes," he agreed, pleased that for once, at least, he wasn't having to go on the defensive. For the second comment, however, he nodded, thoughtfully. In a way, he'd be a lot more useful here than he had been for some time.

"It's been a while, but field medicine is field medicine."

A small smirk slipped onto Sherlock's lips. He enjoyed showing John off when he had a chance to.

"Yes, so you'd best stay on his good side," Sherlock said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Do you know if you can help train some people? They have classes, but they're given by people who don't really know what it's like to be in the thick of things," Blaine asked John. He planned on taking Sherlock's advice to heart, even if he was being sarcastic about it.

"I don't think I'd be much of a teacher, but I could go over what you've been taught with you," he offered, easily enough. "I wouldn't discount the classes so quickly- you need a good foundation of knowledge to be any use out there. You can be as unshakeable under pressure and quick thinking as you like-- but you still need to know what you'd do under textbook conditions before you can work out how to apply that in the field, where you might not have the equipment you want available."

He rolled his eyes at the intense sincerity he was being subjected to, but was also secretly pleased at John being incredibly useful.

"I think you'll have many people making similar requests," He pointed out to John with a smirk.

Blaine nodded at John's accurate assessment and then smiled a bit at Sherlock's comment.

"He's right, you know," he said softly. "A lot of people get hurt pretty badly in the Arena. They'll want to know how to deal with it."

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