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Sherlock Holmes (reasonbackward) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-17 15:44:00

Entry tags:

john watson, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
WHAT: They're here for some reason. One of them just needs to remember what.
WHEN: August 17th; Afternoon
WHERE: The Train/Bus Station
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Sherlock pocketed the phone, casting a glance around the platform as his mind rounded through the situation. He didn't remember boarding the train. Odd perhaps but not entirely unusual as the mundane tasks of acquiring and utilizing public transportation were things which came more through muscle memory than any higher brain function. John was here as well, and through all appearances, didn't remember boarding the train either. Odder, perhaps, as Sherlock would have expected John to have a more pronounced memory when it came to such routine tasks, but again, it wasn't so stringent an issue that it required analysis.

They had boarded the train at some point and had arrived here for some reason likely with the intention of doing something.

Now. He just needed his companion to fill in those blanks, and they would be set.

Sparing another glance towards the other end of the platform, Sherlock was relieved (though, not visibly) as John appeared, hands sliding into his pockets as he closed the distance between the two of them before his eyes shifted over towards the station, "This isn't London."

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hisbestman
2010-08-21 07:48 am UTC (link)

It probably said a lot about his life the past few months that he was perfectly accepting of the idea that Sherlock might put him on a train to a city he'd never heard of while he was sleeping. It seemed like something his flatmate-slash-colleague-slash-almost-certainly-friend might do to test some experiment or another. In fact, the only bit that surprised him was that Sherlock was at the destination as well...but then he would need to check his results, John supposed. What point was an experiment without results? He imagined Ella would have a lot to say about that line of thought, largely disapproving and liberally laced with words like 'codependent' and 'unhealthy' and a plethora of others that had replaced 'trust issues' in his sessions. Then again, she still thought he had PTSD, in spite of the marked lack of cane or limp or tremors, so she was likely an idiot. And now he was beginning to sound like Sherlock and really ought to top himself off before he became infected with whatever disease made the other man so infuriating and arrogant.

He shook his head and made his way over to Sherlock, wondering at how the man hadn't thought to bring luggage for either of them. "Brilliant deduction," he said, in lieu of a greeting. "Do tell me how you figured that out. Perhaps by the mud on someone's shoe or the line of their collar or...I don't know...the sign that says Colligo, rather than London?" And perhaps that wasn't entirely kind, but Sherlock didn't keep him around to be kind. Kind was boring and Sherlock patently despised boredom. Besides, he was allowed to be a little disagreeable, after finding himself unexpectedly on a train.

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reasonbackward
2010-08-21 08:13 am UTC (link)

"Mostly the sign," Sherlock said in a ridiculously sincere way, not even acknowledge the bite in John's tone as he swept his eyes down the tracks with a deep focused look etched on his features before he turned his attention suddenly back to his companion as the loud speaker sounded, directing his hand to the air to knowledge the voice. "But that's hardly a London accent."

Colligo. Colligo wasn't a name that he recognized by any stretch of the imagination. He could easily break the word down, pull it from its roots, but that didn't tell him anything beyond the fact that someone had a rather ridiculous sense of humour.

"Do you have a ticket on you?" Sherlock asked, eyes darting back to the tracks, seemingly searching the ends of them as if he was expecting another train to pass.

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hisbestman
2010-08-21 08:22 am UTC (link)

"No, it certainly isn't," John agreed, his frustration dissipating for the most part. There wasn't much point in it, not when Sherlock would just ignore it and carry on as if everything was fine. "It's rather American, actually, don't you think?" And there was something wrong with that, but he wasn't dwelling on it. He'd think on it more later, once they were settled.

At Sherlock's question, he checked his pockets and shook his head. "No," he said after a search proved fruitless. "Someone must have collected it on the train." That made sense, after all. Trains had people for just that purpose. "Do you?"

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reasonbackward
2010-08-22 09:31 pm UTC (link)

American. It was rather. There was something about that he felt he should be making a statement on, but the second that the thought occurred to him it slipped away like water between his fingers. Being unconcerned about losing a train of thought wasn't something that Sherlock was usually fine about, but he immediately turned his attention back to John as he shook his head.

No tickets. Neither of them. Again, there was that water through his fingers feeling as he looked at his companion, "Must have collected them," He said. It was the only explanation that made any sense. Pulling the phone back out of his pocket, Sherlock pulled up the maps, rolling through the street diagrams. "We're near the center of the city, at least."

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