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( the flat of COOL, DUN DUN DUUUUN )

[ Breakfast. Most important meal of the day and all that. John's sitting at the table in the sitting room with a piece of toast and what could probably pass as the morning paper (or the closet equivalent he could find in this place). Interesting stuff. Well, not exactly, but that isn't the point. ]

Did you get it back yet? [ Sherlock is around. He's pretty sure he is. Somewhere. So he just calls out as he reads up about some sort of town drama, hoping the detective hears. ] The housecoat, I mean.
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[ A few hours later John slips into the clinic, journal in hand. Slow day, he hopes, wouldn't like to see anyone come in after having jumped off a building and slipped, breaking their ankle or something like that.

He sets himself up nearby the front door, flicking briefly through the journal. Hm. ]

The castle doesn't do that sort of thing all of the time does it? Locking people in rooms with tacky decorations? [ It was such a lovely reminder of how painfully single he is right now. :| ]


(ooc; LALA open for journal and in person shenanigans.)

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[unnaturalpause]

[Single, living with Sherlock Holmes, and having the worst possible luck in finding attractive single women. It really must be a surname thing.

He smiles at the other man though, making his way over to a chair to claim it.]

Anything, sentient can get desperate, the castle has shown sentience so why not desperation?

[confidente]

[ Clearly they were doomed from the start. Being Watsons. ]

Well, it's a castle. Made of stone, wood and all that. [ Quick glance at the wall, then back to James. ] I'm not convinced it is sentient, truthfully.

[unnaturalpause]

[Clearly. Being a Watson is a hard, hard life.]

No? [He just smiles at him, rubbing at his chin in thought.] Though the way that Sherlock reacted to my blood, your world is lacking in such beings that could potentially hide as a building so I suppose, yes, you would have difficulty in seeing that. But is a creature, not sentient even if it seems to, have it's own thoughts, emotions, intents?

[confidente]

[ His forehead furrows slowly, a nice dash of confusion showing up on his face. What's so special about James' blood? ]

What do you mean the way he reacted to your blood?

[ He shifts in his chair, body tensing in that clearly uncomfortable manner. The question is heading down a road he isn't all that keen on. ]

Well, yes. I guess so.

[unnaturalpause]

[He's watching perfectly at ease in his chair and yes he's even rolling up his sleeve now. He's half expecting John to ask to test it.]

Just a little, difference between you and I, and he and I and the nature of the castle and other worlds is all.

[Vague is vague yes. And he sees that tensing, and concentrates on his sleeve.]

If you would like to test my blood you are free to, the differences are obvious.

[And decides not to comment on it after all, he's polite.]

[confidente]

[ He does consider it, even shifts forward in his seat. Only he shakes his head and leans back. ]

No, you—there's no need for that. I'll just take your word on it.

[unnaturalpause]

[He tilts his head at that, waiting. When he shakes his head he nods, leaning back as he rolls his sleeve down.]

Very well then. Not so curious as to see why? Or does the thought, somehow disturb you?

[confidente]

No, it doesn't disturb me. [ Oddly enough. ] Sherlock's probably goes notes on it somewhere in the flat. And you don't seem like the sort to lie about it.

[unnaturalpause]

I have little reason to. [he does flash a smile though as he settles in more in his chair.] Are you acclimating to the castle then, that it does not disturb you or is it trust?

[confidente]

I'm... trying. [ It's a slow process, understandably, but moving faster than before. With the revelation that Irene's existence has provided him. ]

[unnaturalpause]

[Of course it is, James knows that much.] You have, come to a certain predicament I trust?

[confidente]

Yeah. It's pretty much forced me to come to grips with all this very likely being... real.

[unnaturalpause]

And how long did it take you to come to that conclusion?

[confidente]

[ He's silent for a moment. ] Four months.

[unnaturalpause]

[He nods, before giving him a wry grin.] Did you come to that conclusion yourself or did Mr. Holmes have a hand in it?

[confidente]

Well, I did... sort of. [ AREN'T YOU PROUD OF HIM? ] It came to me after encountering Irene Adler.

[unnaturalpause]

[HE WAS...until that last part :/] So, in other words, it took the arrival of someone, I presume from your future, to tell you something of importance, that convinced you that this was all real?

[confidente]

No, she didn't tell me anything. All she did was stand there in Sherlock's housecoat.

[unnaturalpause]

You thought you were dead, or otherwise incapacitated then, before that?

[confidente]

The last thing I remember before getting here is being in a pool, only meters away from a vest that had been strapped with enough explosives to level an entire building. Explosives that had been put on me by a psychotic mad man before Sherlock tore them off.

So yes, I was pretty sure I had either died or been put in some sort of medical coma because of the extent of my injuries. I didn't think there was a way we could have escaped that situation unharmed.

[unnaturalpause]

If it is one thing, I have learn, John. Is that there is, always a way to escape, even if the situation, is dire. [161 years old he knows something about this.] Never lose faith in the ability of a man to escape a situation where he is frightened, and prepared, or thinks he will, die.

[confidente]

[ He smiles a little tightly. It only lasts a few seconds. ] Wise words.

[unnaturalpause]

[Have a wry smile John.] One does not live to my age, live through more wars than he should, without such advice.

[confidente]

[ A laugh. ] Your age? But James, you don't look a day over thirty five.

[unnaturalpause]

[And that gets a chuckle.] Thirty five? Now you are flattering me John. But the point remains yes?