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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.


Jan. 13th, 2007 04:58 am (UTC)
"I just made up a word, didn't I?" Gabe asked, already trying to think if there was a proper one to take its place.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
"No, I see what you mean - the quality of being fictional - but I don't see how it applies to me." This was beginning to worry Holmes slightly, for reasons he could not explain.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
"Well, you are," Gabe said, bluntly. "You are rather real, of course, so I can only assume you come from some parallel universe or similar, but where I come from you are strictly fictional." He felt slightly guilty about dropping such news on Holmes. How does one tell someone else, nicely, that they don't actually exist? Generally, one doesn't have to.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:21 am (UTC)
"I. . .what?" Holmes very rarely looked bewildered, but he did now. "I am fictional? Only the product of an imagination?" He took a long pause, during which it became obvious that he had gone rather pale. "May I ask whose imagination?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
"One Arthur Conan Doyle," Gabe replied, feeling quite guilty now. "If it's any consolation," he offered. "He did get knighted."
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
"Doyle? " Holmes demanded, appalled. "You mean that chubby, stuffy Southsea doctor with all the absurd spiritualist ideas who is Watson's literary agent?" He paused. "Is Watson also. . ." He nodded gravely, as though he were asking if Watson had died.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
"He's fictional as well, yes," Gabe replied, equally grave. "Though I wouldn't say that you two aren't real, either, if that makes any sense."
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
"I think I ought to sit down," Holmes said, very pale now. "Traveling through time, at least has been proposed, and yet. . ." He swallowed, and did sit down undignifiedly upon the ground, head in his hands, fearing he might be sick if he did not.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:55 am (UTC)
"I shouldn't've told you that," Gabe said, making yet another mental note to think before he spoke, if only every so often.
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:00 am (UTC)
"No, I need as much information as possible," Holmes replied reflexively. He was about to add "tell me everything you know" before forgetting that he was not actually interrogating Gabe.
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:04 am (UTC)
"One, I don't see how that will be of any use except to give you or Watson an existential crisis; two, I still feel like an ass," Gabe said plainly.
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:38 am (UTC)
"I am not having an existential crisis," Holmes lied irritably. "I'm only trying to take it all in. So. . .you know about me? My life?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
"In theory, yes," Gabe answered. "Of course, I haven't read all the stories and the ones I read I read ages ago, so it's all a little fuzzy. I enjoyed them, though, I do remember that."
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:44 am (UTC)
"Oh, I am so very glad," Holmes snapped, then paused, suddenly horrified. "Rosenburg! They do not mention, these stories, my. . .the. . .sodomy?" Contrary to Gabe's earlier remark, and indeed, his usual personality, he was indeed grimacing.
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:51 am (UTC)
Gabe resisted the urge to laugh at Holmes's grimace. "No," he said, finally. "There's no sodomy, though it is in first from Watson, so it's easy enough to read between the lines." He glanced over at Jeannot and Watson, only to see Jeannot looking considerably guilty and uncomfortable, and almost went over to them before realizing that he probably had his hands full already.
Jan. 13th, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
Holmes groaned, sensing Gabe's instinct and seeing his point of view. "No, we had better go speak with them. Only -" He stood up and looked Gabe earnestly in the eye. "Don't tell Watson that he's. . .fictional. It might disturb his equilibrium."
Jan. 13th, 2007 07:07 pm (UTC)
"My lips are sealed," Gabe replied. "The information is yours do with whatever you please, and I think it would be best if Watson remained as undistracted as is humanly possible, given the company and the circumstances. You'll probably need his help in this whole thing, won't you?"
Jan. 14th, 2007 01:38 am (UTC)
"He shall offer it, I have no doubt," Holmes said somberly, "but I do not plan to accept. I dislike putting him in danger." He sighed. "He'll probably try to come along anyway, though."
Jan. 14th, 2007 01:49 am (UTC)
((Is it just me or is the Nanowrimo forum ded? It's quite distressing.))

"Will he succeed, though?" Gabe asked. "That's the real question." He laughed. "He probably will. You can't really say no to him, can you, Holmes?"
Jan. 14th, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
((I do believe that perhaps it is ded. It is A Tragedy.))

Holmes gritted his teeth wryly. "I can try."
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
((A Tragedy indeed. I feel we should create an OOC post if such Tragedies begin to occur regularly.))

"It won't work," Gabe said, sympathetic. "I've been there, and it won't."
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:21 am (UTC)
"No, no it won't." Holmes sighed again, then started towards the others. "Are you coming?" He asked Gabe over his shoulder.
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:32 am (UTC)
"Mmm," Gabe mumbled, and followed a little behind.


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