Mycroft Holmes (the__government) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-12-11 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | jim moriarty, mycroft holmes |
RP: Mycroft & Moriarty
WHO: Mycroft Holmes, Jim Moriarty
WHAT: Info gathering, putting faces to names, whatever
WHERE: Decadence
WHEN: Dec 11th, evening
STATUS: Open, Ongoing
WARNINGS: tbd
Mycroft had been in Preya for all of two weeks, and he wasn't any closer to getting to the heart of the mystery. He'd gathered that Preya worked outside of the normal time stream, and out of normal reality as well. He knew this because if magic and supernatural beings had been a thing that existed in his world, he would have known about it. Just the thought of what such individuals could do working for and against world governments...well, wasn't that just another interesting thought to add to the pile of interesting information he'd gathered since his arrival. For all he had no answers, he had plenty of threads to start unraveling.
Tonight, he was surveying the masses who gathered at what could only be called a den of iniquity. Such a place was not Mycroft's first choice of drinking establishment, but it was a wonder what sort of information one could gather in a place such as this. People let down their guard, forgot that even with the music their conversations could be overheard by one positioned just so, and all one needed to blend into the background was a full glass and a bland expression. It was an added bonus that few people who came to this place were looking for someone like Mycroft to spend the evening with. He was never so glad to be so ordinary looking than when he was surrounded by beautiful people with secrets.
With glass in hand, and only slightly missing the added protection of his umbrella, he circled the room, ears perked for any little bit of interesting information.