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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 06:42 am (UTC)
"Holmes said we had a room upstairs and that there's a cot for us to set up," Gabe replied. "I think now may be a good time to do it, and that way everyone has some privacy." He paused and then amended himself, "Provided our room has a lock, so that Holmes isn't able to interrupt again." He then realized of whom he was speaking and amended further, "Provided it has a lock he can't pick, if such a lock actually exists."
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:46 am (UTC)
"I regret to tell you that I very much doubt that it does," Watson said politely. "I believe your room is upstairs. The cot will be within the closet." He ran his eyes perceptively over the closet's inhabitants. "I think I should leave, and let you find it. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to call." He shut the door, and sighed. Holmes would be proud of his intuition.
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Jan. 15th, 2007 07:33 am (UTC)
Gabe laughed. "I knew exactly what you meant," he said, kissing him again and wrapping his arms around him. "And you've only whetted my appetite, though I think we should probably set up our room now, even if only to prove to Watson that we possess some sort of restraint. Besides, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself further."
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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.))


holmes, oscar, byron, nineteenth century
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