dear_mun | (no subject)

I don't know if I feel more sorry for you having to share space with mine, or me having to share space with yours.

You have mine over there?

I'm so sorry.

Well, the one that's supposed to be yours, from what I can figure.

[Not that Alice hasn't been trying to quietly stalk after him, keep tabs on him, and generally figure out what he's up to, because it's Sherlock freaking Holmes, who is pretty much Alice's favorite person to read about. After Himura. Obviously.

He motions a bit.]

Mine's uh. ... you'll probably be prepared.

[Their detectives have way too much in common, from what Alice has noticed.]

[grumbles] I'm sure he'll let me know if he's ever ready to really talk to me.

I've seen him around. He... keeps giving me Looks. You know those looks he gets? When he's expecting something to be there and it's just not?

[Somehow, Sherlock hasn't resorted to using Alice as an assistant of any kind, but Alice also figures that's because Sherlock is in denial about being active and needing anyone. ... besides, it's not like either of them could measure up to each other's....

Alice coughs lightly and then looks like he might start laughing.]

Maybe he keeps thinking you're me.

[Since. You know. Himura's called him Watson a couple times...]

Quite possibly! I suppose we do have a similar -

[John resorts to waggling his fingers, because this is a terribly outdated term but he can't think of anything more hip, and he's dreadfully embarrassed]

- vibe.

[Small sigh.]

I'm John Watson, by the way.

Aura?

[Alice figures with their writer powers combined, they can come up with something less creepy than Moroboshi's penchant for noting how people smell.

And as soon as John says his name, Alice is practically bouncing.]

I know! [Okay, that's not ... fanboy stalker crazy level right there, he'll tone it back a little.] Alice Arisugawa. Nice to meet you.

[He gives a small two-fingered salute with one hand.]

[John actually lapses into a smile, which he doesn't always do around new people. This one has some definite shared experiences, and isn't talking down to him, isn't ordering him around, isn't -

Why does he spend time with Sherlock again?

- oh. Yes. That's why.]

Aura works.

Ah, Alice. Pleasure. [Small solemn incline of the head; a bit stiff. He doesn't know much about Japan.]

The wall had it coming.

[hiding an irritated smile]

Mrs Hudson didn't think so!

[Quite a juxtaposition, irritated and smiling.]

The bullet holes are barely noticeable.

[Quite unavoidable for John when it comes to Sherlock, unfortunately! Undeniably his best friend, and also the person he most wants to strangle. The person who makes him grit his teeth in frustration, and also the person who makes him laugh. Annoying!]

...remind me not to get in your way when you're bored. Perhaps I should start arming myself defensively with sudoku books, so I can toss them at you and get at least a second's head start.

[He's dismissive about that plan.]

I doubt that would do much good against bullets. Not to worry, I only fire at the wall we don't need.

.......how do you classify that as the wall we don't need, exactly, Sherlock?

At least yours hasn't tried to have you murdered yet, right?

[ Or is that just a thing they do? ]

The wall's moved on. Why can't you?

...no. No, he hasn't. [John's eyebrows are racing each other to the top of his skull.]

Is that in one of the few parts of canon I haven't seen yet?

[A snort. There's some genuine amusement in there, buried not so deep.]

It just seems a little unusual to come home to one's roommate destroying the flat in such a... creative manner.

[That's all right, Alice is too excited to meet his... spiritual mirror, more or less, that any sort of introduction would be fine with him. Even however it goes whenever Sherlock decides to speak to him shouldn't be too bad.]

Anyway, the guy upstairs seems to think I need to talk to you more. I'll try to set something up for later.

[He has a vague idea on what all this is about...]

No, it's for one of those 'games,' as they call them around here. [ Lestrade would not recommend them, in case you were considering. It feels like this should be some kind of sick record, plotting to have him killed less than two weeks into... whatever this is. ] Does the name Moriary mean anything to you yet?

Oh! Oh, I see. [noooot going to admit that he'd initially thought Lestrade meant Sherlock had tried to kill him. Definitely not going to admit he'd believed for a moment that that was possible. ]

That sounds dreadful, Lestrade. Any chance you can get out of it?

........yes. Yes, I know him.

[ Well, technically speaking, Sherlock would be the reason he's about to die, but actually blaming him would be pretty unfair. Hence why Lestrade is not planning to tell him about it, though he doesn't exactly expect it to be any kind of secret. Hiding anything from Sherlock is an exercise in futility, but he is going to try. ]

As it turns out, he's a petty bastard. [ No big shock there. ] Game over for him means game over for everyone.

If it's creativity you're after, there's plenty more where that came from.

[John's frowning. He knows Lestrade is actually a lot smarter and more capable than Sherlock openly gives him credit for (if Lestrade were actually as crap as Sherlock says, Sherlock wouldn't even talk to him) - but that doesn't mean he's invincible.]

So you're trying to stop some kind of multiple murder? Including yours?

Inspector... is there a Sherlock there, who can help?

[Twinkling. Just a little.]

Thank you ever so.

How's your day been? Have you solved the mystery of who took the last jaffa cake yet?