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Home sweet home

((New post, because it is good for the universe. I would like to applaud all of the Cravat's fine members for not making a home/Holmes pun, nor yet a Holmesosexual pun. Not yet.))

Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stumbled out of the portal, Watson still a little wide eyed at the prospect of time travel, Holmes retaining his famous composure. They stood in wait of the others, avoiding each other's eyes.

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kissingmyelbow
Jan. 8th, 2007 12:15 am (UTC)
((The home/Holmes one actually did occur to me, but it was two or three in the morning, so I just sort of sat there going, 'Heee. Holmes. Homes. Haahaheee.' I do that quite often at three or four in the morning. [istwelve] And hahahhaha Holmessosexual. [/istwelve]

Erm, I am linking Callirhoe's last post, because I feel it is the Right And Proper thing to do.))

Gabe closed his eyes and quickly stepped through. He kept his eyes shut for a minute and squeezed Jeannot's hand once, as if to make sure his love was still there, before he opened one, and then, seeing the familiar room, the other. "We're here!" he exclaimed, pulling Jeannot in close to him and kissing him once in celebration. "Welcome," he said, jubilantly. "To where ever the hell we are!"

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