Who: Jo Harvelle, Sherlock Holmes, & John Watson Where: The Plaza hotel When: Backdated to Wednesday, around 2am, after the train lockout Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
As she rode up in the elevator of the Plaza, Jo wondered just how she'd gotten talked into coming here. After finding out for herself that the train wasn't letting anyone on board, she had started to scout out a motel, glad she had cash in her pocket. Calling Sherlock had been a courtesy thing, really - she told herself she didn't call Dean because he knew how to take care of himself. But she wanted to make sure her other friends did, too, so it was Sherlock she called to make sure he had found a place to stay. Ten minutes later she had somehow been convinced to crash on the couch in the room he and John had apparently already booked, at none other than the Plaza hotel itself. To be honest, Jo had never been in a hotel like this. The fanciest she'd ever stepped in was a Holiday Inn, or a Crown Plaza. But the Plaza was a whole 'nother story.
Apparently one of the guys had called down to make sure she would be able to come up alright, and from the sidelong glances she received from a couple staff members, Jo could only imagine they thought she was some prostitute, with her showing up so late at night. It might've been amusing if she wasn't a little tired...though she was still determined, in general, not to take any real sleep. She couldn't risk having the nightmares now.
When she finally made it to the "Edwardian Suite", Jo shook her head a little, then knocked lightly on the door, calling through it. "Guys? It's Jo." It was a usual habit of hers to announce herself - it came from having friends in general who tended to answer a door with a gun in their hands. Hell, she often did that herself.