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♛ SEX CHANCELLOR ([personal profile] diogenesis) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-06-08 07:54 am

CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED ME

Who: Mycroft Holmes & Irene Adler
What: Irene has some news.
Where: Flyside; Lost Society
When: Givdi, Ceidary 24th
Notes: Closed post.
Warnings: N/A


Mycroft arrives at the lounge at a quarter past nine. He doesn't have the feeling Irene will be early for tonight's meeting; she'd sounded almost transparently exhausted in her message, and although said message arrived more than half a day ago now (and at a ludicrous time of night which was, in reality, a ludicrous time of morning), the fact that it arrived at all spoke volumes.

The Lost Society at half nine tonight. I’ll see you there. So sorry about the timing, dear, but it would have been dreadfully short notice otherwise.

He hadn't responded to her. It wasn't the type of message that required a response. She knew he'd be there; he knew she knew. (It seems to be this way with them often, here. And who would have known? Who would ever have known, back home?)

He settles down in a corner of the Library and orders a scotch while he waits and ruminates.
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[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-08-19 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," she says, as if he's the one not picking up on the obvious as she's oh so patiently guiding him through it. "Like I said. You're angry." She gives him a smile, the sort of which she's had men hanging on before, and finishes her drink, letting the conversational break as she gestures to a waiter and has another brought over serve as a breath before carrying on her story.

"It's amazing how badly criminals take that sort of thing," she sighs blithely, once they're left alone. "No thanks to Ms Brown's heroics, we weren't immediately taken out back and shot. There was all the traditional pushing and shoving, everyone was beginning to get very skittish- considering I was there with Ollav's blessing, pulling a knife on me was basically pulling a knife on him, just a bit more cowardly considering he's not far from seven foot and once ruined a pair of my handcuffs struggling." She smiles over her cocktail, taking a sip- pausing, probably, to let that image sink in. "We were thrown into the back of a carriage, which is where your falling off the wagon deduction comes in- though I have to protest that we jumped, actually."