Who: Jim Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes What: "Friendly" reunion(?) When: Sunday night Where: PTA Lightrail Station Rating: Low (for now) Status: On-going
It wasn't difficult to spot Jim that night. His usual brand of trouble was retired for the weekend as he waited on his lift to Brightford, where he would reside until Monday morning. Even your resident villain needed a vacation, and he was going to take his at the Cedar Springs Resort. Ravenmoore, while having a charm of its own, held too much business to be considered a relaxing getaway. He called it home, for now at least, and he would return to it refreshed and ready to stir up trouble again.
Was he also putting distance between himself and a certain god of mischief, perhaps the very one he was attempting to ruin for his own evil gain? Perhaps. He would never admit this, but it would be such a coincidence if he returned and the smoke cleared. So he intended on having a lovely stay at the spa, where he would relax, be pampered and drink a few glasses of wine.
In that moment, he was awaiting his ride. A bag slung over his shoulder, he leaned against a column inside the station, which posted a map of the station and all of its lines. He pulled his phone from his pocket, hoping to busy himself while he waited, but something caught his attention. The reflection from the black screen showed a very familiar figure approaching him from behind. Jim could not help the pleasing grin that curled the corners of his lips.
"Mi amor, have you joined me for a romantic getaway?" he teased, turning his head slightly in acknowledgement.