family reunion day 2; dated to 9:00 AM

[estival]

[Breakfast with the family is a great way to start out the morning, right? But with a reunion this big, tables outside is the only way it's really going to work. Resort workers are standing over tables spread out with heated trays of scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, French toast, and biscuits and gravy. There are more tables with plates arranged with sliced pieces of fruit. There's another long table devoted entirely to different kinds of cereal, with gallons and gallons of milk to pour over it. And of course there are dozens of round tables set up where people can actually sit and eat with each other before really starting out their day -

There's also the grassy lawn facing the lake where those who would rather can take their plates and sit in a slightly more informal setting.

This is a chance to hang out with some of the family that isn't so closely related to you! Enjoy that.]

Comments

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Okay. He can watch Del skirt carefully - obsessively - around a shadow.]

[workaphilic]

[Yep, that's a thing that's happening.

Drawling:]

Fairly certain they're safe to step on.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Only if you trust you eyes...

[Yup. Because that's completely sane.]

[workaphilic]

[He pauses, watching her. Well, this is an interesting development.]

I make it a point to, actually. [His eyes are his bread and butter.] Would you like me to show you?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She considers a hand that isn't there, fingers grasping out of the shadows of leaves.]

I would wish you luck in it but sometimes I think that's more to do with cursing.

[workaphilic]

That's alright, don't think I'll need it anyway.

[He lifts one foot, cocks an eyebrow at her (watching her face very carefully), and steps into the shadow.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She doesn't manage to restrain all of the flinch that came with him doing that, seeing the what-wasn't squidge out in a liquidy red mass of death.

A tiny keen escapes her]

...Why did you do that...?

[workaphilic]

[Because he's a jerk, Del. He peers at her.]

What did I do?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Jerk.]

...You killed it.

[workaphilic]

Killed what?

[fishy_go_byebye]

...The thing. [Clearly. Can't you see it.

She gives his a disgusted look, backing up slightly with widened eyes.]

It's all over your shoe.

[workaphilic]

[matter-of-fact:]

There's nothing there.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A long pause.

Oh shit.

She blinks a few times, hoping looking away and back again will clear the hallucination from her eyes.]

...No?

[workaphilic]

No. It's a shadow, that's all.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Deep breath, deep breath. She inches away, hiding her face, almost muttering to herself.]

No. Empty shadow. Empty, that's all.

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock hovers where he is, watching her. He's silent for a long moment, then, eventually:]

All right?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Right. That will be all.

[She doesn't say the words dismissively, just like they came out of her mouth disjointed, the pattern wrong for the place, old fashioned and missing pieces.]

[workaphilic]

I see.

[He seems to get the right message, regardless. He tilts his head toward the buffet.]

Breakfast?

/3 weeks late. Please don't feel like you have to respond

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She relaxes slightly, to be away from the exploded guts and to be shuffled towards something with rules and structure.]

Yes. Please, yes.

nope ilu

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock turns away from her, leading the way to the tables.]

The french toast is above average, I'm told.

XD ilu2 <3

[fishy_go_byebye]

...You put syrup on french toast.

[Let her have the basic, let her reorient in what was and should be. She could get there, if they were careful enough.]

[workaphilic]

[He shrugs.]

Eggs, then. Scrambled?

[fishy_go_byebye]

With cheese, please.

[Because it's easier, she takes a slow, deep breath and slides a little closer to balanced.]

[workaphilic]

[He doesn't say anything else. He steps in line with her, takes a plate of eggs (with cheese!) from one of the workers, and passes it over to her.]

Is that all?

[He doesn't seem to be getting anything for himself. John had him nibble some already.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She stares at her eggs blankly, and then looks up at him eyes trying to force the right smile into place.]

Thank you very much. Please don't step in shadows.

[Oh damn, that came out. Crap. He was supposed to be forgetting her odd behavior.]