Just have to find another place to go

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock has decided that he likes whatever this place is - a replication of his apartment, yes, but it has just the right mix of quiet and chaos going on in the background that he can get some proper thinking done. And God knows he has a lot of thinking to do right now.

He sits on one end of the couch, hands together and resting beneath his chin, eyes closed. The observant will notice just how tense he is, as if he's expecting something to happen. The ridiculously observant may notice the small spots on the left side of his collar - dried blood stains, there for days at least. And those with a sort of "sixth sense" or whatever for odd things? Well... maybe you can figure it out.

He just sits, unmoving, for now. How long can a person keep this up, exactly...?]


((OoC: BBC'S Sherlock, AU'd! Wide open post, do feel free to bother him. He needs it.))

Comments

[fearyourmind.livejournal.com]

... Aren't people supposed to, you know, move?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

If they feel so inclined, perhaps.

[And look, he moves! But only because his cell phone is vibrating. Oh, look. A text message. From Mycroft.

He deletes it without even reading it.

Back to thinking.]

[fearyourmind.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem to have any reaction at all to Sherlock's sudden movement.]

"If they feel so inclined?" I wasn't aware moving was suddenly entirely voluntary.

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

Yes, and I am voluntarily not moving at the moment.

[Said in a sort of monotone that implies he believes that you, sir, are trying to be clever and failing spectacularly. Do try again.]

[fearyourmind.livejournal.com]

That sounds incredibly dull. What's to be gained from not moving? The joy of knowing you look like a human statue?

[xfire-birdx.livejournal.com]

[Someone call for the observant?

Kirachi notices the marks fairly quickly, and it gets a raised eyebrow from her and a slightly concerned look. She's not too sure talking to him is exactly a smart idea, but...]

Hey. You alright?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't open his eyes, just gives a dismissive wave of one hand.]

Hm, yes. Sure.

[xfire-birdx.livejournal.com]

... Uh huh. [Kirachi is fairly unconvinced because, dood, bites. She figures those probably aren't supposed to be there.] You don't... look entirely alright.

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

Compared to what?

[xfire-birdx.livejournal.com]

Compared to, well...

[Yeah, she really don't know how to go about stating this, and ends up subconsciously placing a hand on the side of her neck as she thinks.]

Nevermind, it's not important. You just seemed... tense.

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

[Appearing in unexpected places is something of an occupational hazard, which doesn't mean he's particularly fond of the experience, but does mean that he's refusing to be startled. He decides he may as well take a look at the new surroundings (is that a skull on the mantelpiece?) but that hardly precludes asking questions.]

This is yours, then?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

If one has ownership of a model.

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

Models are usually easier to own than originals, strictly speaking. [Eames shakes his head — that isn't the point. Not that he necessarily has one.] The place it's pretending to be, that's yours?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

It is, yes. Though I don't know how much was replicated - I haven't left this room yet. Unlikely that I will.

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

Planning on staying here forever, are you?

[seesbattlefield.livejournal.com]

[with his arms laden with two large grocery bags, John walks into the replica flat, not noticing that he's not in the same place as before or that the flat is a replica in the first place, and starts heading right for the kitchen as he speaks] Right, I think I got everything on the list. Milk, beans, bread. [he stops listing items, knowing Sherlock probably has forgotten the ones he had put on the list by now] Even found a coupon for the curry, so we have a bit of extra money for next week.

[but once he reaches the entrance of the kitchen, he stops, finally realising that something is very much not right.] Hold on. I thought you finished that experiment last week. What's going--[he turns, glancing at Sherlock, and that sight alarms him. to him, Sherlock wasn't like this when he left]--Sherlock!

[he quickly sets the bags down and runs over to Sherlock] Sherlock, what happened?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[Beyond raising his eyebrows, Sherlock doesn't move much. He's a bit surprised, though. He didn't expect a not-John to come with the not-flat. Though, a few fractions of a second of reasoning later, he comes to the conclusion it's probably really John. He honestly can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. How ready is he to deal with this...? Yeah, not very.

So, first things first.]

John. Take a careful look around. We're not quite where you think we are.

[seesbattlefield.livejournal.com]

I--[he sighs, slightly frustrated and not surprised that he isn't getting a straight answer. (he also hasn't noticed the little blood stains yet)]--we're in our flat. How can we be anywhere else?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock opens his eyes, drops his hands and sits away from the back of the couch.]

We're not in our flat. I haven't been here in four days, and yet everything is exactly as we left it. Everything. All the way down to the last speck of dust on the mantle. I'm sure in four days time, something should have been moved, either by you or by Mrs. Hudson.

[seesbattlefield.livejournal.com]

Four--Four days? That isn't right, Sherlock. [he moves aside some magazines on the table and has a seat on it across from him] You haven't been missing at all. Or I haven't. Neither of us has!

[starts peering at Sherlock's face] Maybe you just hit your head, or you passed out. You have had something to eat, haven't you?

[there are any number of medical ailments that he really doesn't want to think could be the cause of such a great amount of time right now. then again...he can't explain the old experiment set-up away with the same exact reasoning. but that's something he'll have to think on once he's figured out what's wrong with Sherlock. he reaches for Sherlock's hand, aiming to check his pulse rate.]

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

[Mycroft stands just inside the door, umbrella in hand, and frowns.]

What have you done now?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring the question/accusation!]

Record timing. I only deleted your text two and a half minutes ago.

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

[He waits a moment, as if that might entice Sherlock to respond properly.]

Really, Sherlock. [A whatever-shall-I-do-with-you? headshake. He steps forward, eyes on his brother.] I haven't texted you this morning, so it's just as well. What is this place?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[A pause. That gets him to open his eyes. He even quirks an eyebrow.]

You texted me two and a half minutes ago. I didn't read it. And this place is a brilliantly rendered model of my flat. My compliments to the creator.

What are you doing here?

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

I didn't, and of course you didn't read it. [Mycroft settles into the chair, still watching Sherlock.] How long had you been here before the text?