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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[drpsychosomatic]

"Cut their tongues--"

He cut himself off, not quite able to mask the horror quickly enough. Clearly, this was an aspect of Capitol life Sherlock had yet to inform him about.

"Wait. If you win, they cut your tongue out?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Sometimes. As like, a bonus prize." Howard watches the horror with a sort of satisfaction, no longer feeling like the only one at the table off-balance. Keeping John on his toes means Howard can back away from the memory of Aunamee on top of him with a knife, punching holes through his clothing and through his gut with a seven-inch blade.