reserved at ataraxion, mid-app.

[beperpetual]

Apply yourself, please. I shudder to think about the damage Holmes can do without me there to smooth things out.

And don't think I don't see what you're planning, when you're putting your heads together and laughing. Mary is not in India with the tigers or Italy with a count, or any other ridiculous scenario he can conjure up. Don't encourage this sort of thing-- you're as bad as he is, the pair of you.

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[mortalize]

Well, I'd say that depends on whether your Holmes was the one getting high with a teenager, or merely the one who was hoping to be able to get high with said teenager.

[beperpetual]

To get-- what, exactly? [ what is your modern slang john can't even. oh, and as an afterthought: ] And he isn't mine, strictly speaking.

[ yes. yes he is. ]

[widowing]

To himself, or to others?

[beperpetual]

You can take your pick, I'm afraid to say.

...He doesn't have a dog with him, does he? [ dear god, don't let poor gladstone have been dragged into this mess. ]

[legwork]

Ah. You must be Watson, then. Y'know— [ Lestrade makes a gesture with his hand. ] —the other one.

[beperpetual]

[ FOREVER SQUINTY EYES. ]

And you'd be the other Lestrade, then? [ 'other' his foot. they were first, therefore their doubles are the others. so there.

...fit of pique aside, you're a bit taller than the lestrade he expects. the air of a man forced to spend a considerable amount of time with sherlock holmes is the same, however. ]

[wont]

Is Mary your wife, my lord? Or perhaps a sister, dearly-held? I think I would rather keep the company of a count than of tigers, though I am not bold, ser.

—perhaps your Mary is?

[beperpetual]

She's my intended. [ he can't help the puff of pride at that, the fond smile. ] And while there are no tigers, I'd assume if there were she'd deal with them handily.

[ so suck it, holmes. ]

[saidhe]

Oh, do give me at least a little credit. With the tigers? And that physique, no, I'm bound to find something of a far higher verisimilitude.

Perhaps with a marquise, on the side of her eunuch suitor. They're quite happy.

[beperpetual]

There is no marquise, Holmes. And no eunuch suitor, and I will marry her.

[ IRRITATED FACE. can't you attempt to be happy for him, holmes? and not make up stories about his bloody wife-to-be's supposed future infidelity. ]

hi you get her because they're both british

[fortheglory]

India's quite a place. Wouldn't recommend playing with the tigers, though, unless you've got a taste for danger or a hand with felines.

lara do not give his bro any ideas kay

[beperpetual]

The author of these particular fantasies has both in spades, I'm afraid.

[insists]

Italy does sound nice.

[beperpetual]

And I'd take you to Italy. Without tigers.

[ that last for anyone-- all right, sherlock-- who might be listening. ]

[saidhe]

A beautiful rendition of Cavalleria Rusticana and I Pagliacci to occur in Naples in only two weeks' time. Though if one really wishes to draw my attention away with the use of deadly fauna, the destination will naturally bring us to Paris, despite the good doctor's keen insight. The Ménagerie du Jardin des Plantes is a sight to see; arresting visually and atmospherically.

You'll have to forgive his seemingly paltry knowledge of proper getaways. I did tell him Paris was the only proper destination for a honeymoon.

[ex_elucidation693]

It certainly does make one feel cherished to be on the receiving end of such... well, no, I don't really care.

[lovesfaygo]

Hey brother, I'm taking motherfucking care of him. It's OK.

[beperpetual]

I'm sorry?

[consulting]

Damage, for the most part is a subjective word. Simply think of it as casualties to boredom, Watson.

[beperpetual]

Ah, yes. Your mind rebels at stagnation, I've only killed the dog for his own good, Watson. You didn't need that jacket, regardless. I've done you a favor.

[ he's heard all the excuses, other!bff. ]

[deduce]

_{[ Casually staring at you, kind of like Holmes might. Mostly because he is Holmes. Or a Holmes. ]}

I assure you I can do all of the damage you've imagined and more besides.

_{[ He knows about you, Doctor Watson. He's even smiling, in a strange way. Because he also knows your Holmes. They're just on an island together, somewhere else entirely. But you know. ]}

[beperpetual]

[ damned unsettling, this plethora of holmeses. one is more than enough to keep watson running. ]

Of that, I have no doubt. You are a Holmes.

[adlered]

Getting high with a teenager. Such horrendous damage, truly. I don't even know if a great John Hamish Watson can fix the damage. There may be nothing to salvage.

[ irene. ] Then again, you're not the only one who might arrive there who can...clean up. [ spoiler: she will make his mess worse. ]

[beperpetual]

Ah, the other Miss Adler. [ :D sup irene. ] I trust you don't mean yourself, madam.

[doctorforeveralone]

[OH LOOK, IT'S OTHER WATSON. John here is more then confused, as his Mun hasn't been kind enough to explain all this to him. So, in the meantime, here's a very perplexed expression.]

I--... you're... what?