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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. 15th, 2007 08:43 am (UTC)
((Perhaps we should start a new post soonabouts, partners in crime? My browser is starting to rebel, and this post has a good hundred on the one beneath it. Whenever's best, of course.))

Gabe opened the closet door now, so that neither of them would have to put down the cot to open it later, and took one end of it. It wasn't so much heavy as hard to maneuver, and the extra pair of hands would certainly make things easier. "I'm at you beck and call, bel," he said, smiling, and picked up his end. "Let's go."
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:54 am (UTC)
((Good place to end it, I think. I was just pondering that. New post indeed.))
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:56 am (UTC)
((Yes. I'm on it.))

Jeannot picked up his end cautiously, until he was reassured that it wouldn't fall apart, and followed Gabe out of the closet. They took the stairs carefully, and though the cot was not heavy, he was grateful when they reached the top and were able to set their burden down. Jeannot looked around the upper level, seeing that it was no more comfortable-looking than the lower, and saw that one of the two doors was open. Guessing that Holmes was sulking in the other, he pointed to the open room. "That one is ours, I think," he said, and helped Gabe to carry the cot the few more steps into their room.

((New post ahoy!))


holmes, oscar, byron, nineteenth century
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