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

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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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[info]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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