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[chastise]

[If anyone's been feeling like all they need to do at the stroke of midnight, after being cooped up for three days is to wander around, and happen to make their way into the lobby they're going to notice a brand new arrival.

A very wet, very scarcely dressed in one deep blue housecoat, new arrival. There's a smile playing about her lips as she touches the fingers of her right hand to the wall curiously. 100% solid beneath her fingers]

Oh, that's interesting...

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[confidente]

[ Funny, that's exactly what he wanted to do. He couldn't sleep after all, but promised himself he'll go back to that room for Catelyn later, to escort her back to her own dwelling. It's the polite thing to do.

So he's walking down the stairs when she appears, half focused in his phone (he was going to send a text just to make sure Sherlock survived—he never manages to finish it). Her voice drags his attention from it and he stops dead in his tracks, forehead furrowing into a frown.

...

He knows that coat. ]

[chastise]

[Oh, castle, while you've gone and made her the perfect gift, you're just dropping all the most pleasant things into her lap. Because it doesn't take long for her notice someone's in her immediate vicinity, and when she sees who it is, well...

She has to turn to face him, smile widening. Why are their first meetings always when she's lacking clothes?]

You're not even going to say hello? I did expect better from you.

[confidente]

[ His forehead furrows further, a bright neon light sign of confusion taking up residence on his face. This woman appears to know him, odd, he's pretty sure he'd remember her if they met. Especially considering she's wearing something of Sherlock's. ]

Sorry. [ A beat. ] Hello.

[chastise]

[Noticing her for all the wrong reasons John, tsk tsk. You've got a nearly naked, very beautiful woman in your vicinity, and probably a sight far better than the ones on your computer and you care about the coat?

You don't play properly at all]

No need to be sorry, it was merely an observation.

[workaphilic]

[There is, in fact, one such person.

He's wound up from three days of Mycroft, three days of having old wounds scraped against concrete, of sitting in the same damn place whether he wanted to or not. It was chafing. Infuriating.

Cabin fever, is that what it's called?

The second the lock came undone -- had to get out, had to move. He's pacing through the castle, nearly prowling, no set destination other than not that room.

And he walks right past her without a second glance.]

[chastise]

[It doesn't bother her, not really. She's got nothing suspicious out of that. He's either real and here, or he's not, and either way she's never expected him to operate on a level even close to normal.

She will however, raise her voice. The amusement of her situation is still here, but delight comes along for the ride as well]

Mr. Holmes.

[Just that, nothing else, but really, that's all she needs]

[workaphilic]

[He turns on his heel, ready to retort, to snap back. (Reputation is preceding him. Piss off.) But his attention is slippery, unpredictable, and once she has it all the data hits him at once.

He Stares.]

That-- [is his housecoat. His. He can feel the itch in the back of his throat, his loss scratching at him like a parasite. Rephrase.] Where did you get that?

[isbritishgov]

[It's a little later that Mycroft comes out as well, umbrella stabbing more into the floor with slightly more force then absolutely needed (it is stone), face as usual missing any hint of his thoughts.

It's only through habit (routine, training really), that he notices someone in the lobby as he passes (can't be caught unaware, not with his job). And while normally he would be willing to go right on, today? Today he's not.

It's that housecoat. And whose wearing it.

It's enough to stop him in his tracks really.]

What were you doing in the rooms of Sherlock Holmes, Ms. Adler?

[chastise]

[Well, that's certainly a faster meeting than she was banking on, and lends her mind more to the reality induced side of things. In the high unlikely event she was successfully drugged, Mycroft Holmes would be the last thing she'd be hallucinating.

But that does offer very big, very interesting questions]

I'm sure your mind can come up with a few answers. Why don't you pick the one you like.

[isbritishgov]

[No not many would hallucinate Mycroft, it's why he's so good at bringing others back to reality really.

However he can not help but wonder why he is seeing Irene Adler, known by reputation only, here.

What did she do, seduce his brother?]

You, were involved in a case, of interest to my brother and invaded his home. [Because seducing Sherlock...no that couldn't be.]

[payback]

[She's just riding her giant tiger dog back inside (because it sucks being locked up for three days in a room with a randy weirdo) when she comes across this scantily clad woman. Rin takes one look and sighs. Ah, the telltale look of a new arrival...]

Do you need a towel?

[chastise]

[She may have to rethink this hallucination theory. After all, a giant tiger dog doesn't inspire much confidence. She's going to be smiling regardless. She'll just...Roll with this for now]

That would be nice.

[payback]

I need a towel, castle, please. [And a white fluffy towel drops out of the air onto the arm Rin held out to catch it. She offers it to Irene, leaning down a little.

How's that for a hallucination.]

[gunslinger]

[ FREEDOM. Himari was nice and all, but Jr. is eager to get some space, little Alby at his heels, clearly in agreement with how eager he seems to head outside to use a proper puppy potty!

Oh wait, hold the phone. Jr. stops when he sees...well... He's used to scantily clad women, but Jr....can tell...the difference... She is not wearing clothes under there.

Also she's poking at walls. Connect the dots... Is she new? Or did she just walk out of valentine locked-room sexcapades? ]

Hey, miss, you okay? You're gonna catch your death if you walk outside like that in the middle of winter.

[chastise]

[Not the sort of thing that, honestly, you're supposed to wear clothes under. Not that she cares, even if she'd known in ten seconds she'd be in a magical universe, she probably wouldn't have bothered trying to dress]

Yes, thank you. The arrival was...A little unexpected.

[gunslinger]

Do you need any help? You can wish for more clothes, if you need.

((OOC: Because Doctor Who characters and Sherlock characters must mingle XD))

[romana2]

[Romana has not been here long herself. And the only contact she has had with people has been via that very peculiar journal. She is still hesitant to make any entries of her own, for fear that others may still be able to read it.

Upon being released from her rooms, she decides to explore the castle and get a feel for her surroundings. That is when she notices a woman. A rather wet and hardly dressed woman. A woman who didn't seem to mind the state she was in. Well, if the woman wasn't bothered by her state, Romana wasn't either. She comes up near the woman as she speaks.]

Interesting?

yes, yes they do

[chastise]

[It's good to see she's not the only one reaction to this situation with a degree of calm. She is definitely not a fan of the panic method]

Yes. It wasn't where I was expecting my day to take me.

[romana2]

[Romana looks her up and down. Yes, Romana is being obvious.]

Just arrived, then?

[Romana hasn't been here long herself, but she's fairly certain she had a similar expression when she realized that it wasn't K-9 and Brax rescuing her from that Alternate Gallifrey.

Romana is not wearing her presidential robes just now. She's dressed casually. Well, casual for her. It's a rather simple dress, but being Romana, she wears it well.]

[kalinda]

[Someone's reading the journal quietly to herself, before a combination of both footsteps and sloshing catch her ears-- and subsequently, her eyes.

She'll say nothing for now, though she will peer out of curiosity.]

[chastise]

[It is all a bit attention catching, isn't it? She's aware of Kalinda out of the corner of her eye, and she debates a moment in doing anything at all.

However, some information is better than none, and she's currently the most interesting there. She's not going to come closer, not really but, she'll turn her attention to her all the same]

Hello.

[kalinda]

[To this, Kalinda cannot help but close the book before her, an eyebrow raising alongside her line of sight. Her posture is still an poised, and a neutral expression cross her features as she speaks.]

Good evening.

[loves_osaka]

[ Heiji is new himself and also a detective so he's wandering all over the place. Eventually he'll wander into the library and freeze at the site of the lady. She's wearing a house coat and... it really looks like nothing else. He would love to be the gentleman and turn away... but he just can't seem too. ]

Ah... hello.

[chastise]

[She's also a rare woman who is not at all going to be offended b the fact that he can't manage to avert his gaze. In fact, she's rather amused by it, and she'll turn to face him properly with a slight grin]

Hello.

[loves_osaka]

A-ah...

[ ...She's gotta have at least something on under there. ]

...All yer wearin' is a coat...