snowblindrpg | [log] Trapped at the Drive-thru[closed]

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[log] Trapped at the Drive-thru[closed]

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sylar, Rhys, Angel, Vaughn, and Beckett (and possibly the Cat)
Location: Building 248
Date: Day 177
Summary: Far too many people descend on a fast food joint for supplies.
Warnings: Please just note note them in the subject line if they come up!

[A fast food restaurant. The exact details of the brand are missing, but it sells fairly standard fare: hamburgers, french fries, chicken nuggets, soda... Sadly, it seems like they don't have milkshakes or ice cream, but sometimes they have coffee! This place is regularly stocked with food, so no one can stay here overnight. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH, IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on the wall.]

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I doubt that was in question. [He's a little amused by the man's surprise. Still doesn't completely believe what I am, does he.]

I was thinking it's bound to do a little more, to someone trying it for the first time.

Edited 2016-11-07 17:37 (UTC)

Oh. Right, uh... [John glances over at the dispenser, then at Beckett before stepping aside. He clears his throat.]

Might make you a little jittery. Have you ever had caffeine at all before? Or d'you only drink... y'know? [Blood.]

Just a little? [That sounds encouraging! He takes half a step forward, though only half yet. Is it his imagination or is John just a little... protective of the dispenser?]

A dead body can't exactly process food or drink. So yes, John, I only drank "y'know".

[He's a little protective. John would rather like to make sure the coffee doesnt' run out while he's here, thank you. But other people should be allowed to share in the joy. The doctor takes another sip from his water bottle before stepping back a little further and gesturing Beckett forward.]

A dead body doesn't usually process 'y'know,' either. If we're getting technical. Talking of, how are you doing without? Sorry I couldn't get Eve to send you blood packets.

Fair point. [He nods, a little chagrined at it. You can't tell him how vampirism works, Watson.] Although the blood is not so much processed in the body as - you don't want to hear this while enjoying your coffee, do you.s

[A+ social graces, Beckett. You're learning. He continues to study the dispenser with some wariness, while considering the question: how to minimise lying while also minimising freakout?]

Please. You have nothing to apologise for. I'm finding ways to manage the hunger. Angel and Rhys help.

[Just don't ask how they help and everything will be fine.]

[The tact gets a surprised raise of John's brows.]

Is it something I should be holding a whiskey for, instead?

[John shrugs.]

Glad they can help keep you under control, though. Reckon it's easier when it's people you trust.

[People you want to stay in control with.]

[Of course there's tact, John, he wants the coffee. And he probably wants a doctor on his good side for the experience just in case the coffee makes his heart explode or something like.]

A whiskey sounds like a better option. Or possibly just nothing you can choke on. Or throw in my face to unfortunate effect.

[Also he's so glad you didn't ask about Angel and Rhys.]

I do trust them. Implicitly. And I trust them to do know what to do should my control slip, too.

Let's just hope it doesn't. I don't suppose there's any chance you've found something we could use as a filter for the blood? That's one of the big hurdles Claire and I are facing in putting together this blood transfusion system. I'm worried about clotting.

I haven't been looking. [A little apologetic, but he's actually been focused pretty hard on not thinking about blood.] Another resource the admin doesn't have? I wonder if she ever did...

Have filter and the like? Probably. Medical supplies outside the prescriptions I've been putting in seem hard to come by. [He gestures over to Sherlock.] Had to use a handkerchief and some yarn on the bullet wound he's got healing in his chest.

[The doctor's expression tightens a little.] I need more supplies to make sure he's got clean dressings. A blanket and towel wouldn't go amiss, either. Our genius detective decided he wanted to take a snow bath the other night without considering he didn't have anything to dry off with or something warm and clean to huddle under.

At least he got out of his clothes first?

[... okay then. Beckett may not exactly have a higher ground here considering his own first week in Norfinbury, but he did have an excuse. He steals a glance at Sherlock from under his glasses.]

I take it he's one of those geniuses who are actually incredibly stupid.

[It is a sympathetic comment. Many of Beckett's friends have described him in the same terms.]

[That gets a broad grin and a quiet chuckle. John glances over at his friend again, this time with fondness and more than a little exasperation.]

He's a complete idiot. If you find the need to annoy him, ask him how he's getting on with those cat-print swimming trunks I made him put on after he got out. Wish I'd thought to snap a photo. He looked absolutely ridiculous.

[Sherlock Holmes in cat-print swimming trunks. Beckett tries not to glance too overtly in the man's direction. No. Nooooo. Don't think mean thoughts. No smirking at one's literary hero. Focus on the coffee or something.

(He's creeping on the coffee again John)]

I wouldn't dream of being so rude. But I'm guessing a lot of people find that they need to annoy him at some point or another.

[Go ahead and creep. As long as you don't drink it all, John will be a magnanimous coffee guardian.]

Yeah. Not sure if you picked up on it, but he's a little hard to get along with. Not that he cares much, mind. [And there's a roll of his eyes. John's the one who has to worry about Sherlock not pissing people off beyond the point that he completely alienates them.]

[Creeeeep. Taking a cup. Eyeing the pot again. Reeeeaching for it please don't look at him.]

He seems to have a very definite opinion about other people. Not that I'm one to talk. [He knows exactly how Sherlock feels about most people... not being terribly bright.] And I suppose, he is Sherlock Holmes...

[There is just this teeny tiny hint of fanboying in the look he sends across the room. Just a bit.]

[John's focus is mostly across the room on Sherlock for the moment, so have at it without the judgemental stare of a human who has not had any hot beverages in the past two months.]

He is very much himself. Gets a bit exhausting now and again, but you put up with it. We're going to look after that anomaly in the fire station after this. Sherlock wants to run a few experiments. I'll be making sure he doesn't get inside with the thing.

[Beckett has a mouthful of coffee in when John mentions the fire station anomaly. What good timing.

He's not so surprised as to choke, but he does make a bit of an odd noise as he swallows.] Why - of course he does. What experiments does he think he's equipped to run on something like that? [This is his main thought. Not about technical equipment of course; about Sherlock Holmes, even Sherlock Holmes, and his simple, natural human world.]

He's been in touch with Dr. House about using the Prophet Eye application. He wants to see what effect that has on the thing. What the distance is and how long it lasts. He wants a sample of its blood, as well, but I'm not really sure how to do that... or if they even had blood. Maybe cutting off a sample. That's the best I can think of. Take it back to the hospital to examine under a microscope.

I'd... be very careful with that. Samples of nasty things tend to retain the quality of nastiness. [Do not make him pull our the war stories. He looks contemplative briefly. Then he looks down into the cup of coffee he'd just sipped from.[

If this weren't hot, it would vile.

Mm... [That won't stop Sherlock. And that means it won't stop John, by extension.]

You and Angel. [John shakes his head.] I expect you want sugar in yours, as well?

Isn't that the standard? [Forgive him his innocence. He looks at the cup in honest confusion, as though surprised that sugar wasn't pre-included.]

Is milk an option, or is that only a tea thing? I understand the rules are strict.

No. Dear god, no. I like a bit of cream, but I'll take my coffee black most of the time. What you put in the tea depends on what type it is.

I seem to remember something of the sort. About it being an art. People with enough time and wealth on their hands would become connoisseurs of anything.

[He's talking about what you think he's talking about.]

[...Right. John's going to focus on the coffee, thanks.]

Yeah, I'm fine with most things, really. Going out to a cafe's nice now and again, but I mostly just pick things up from the shop. Whatever's decent and cheap. I keep dreaming of getting to the cafe downtown... doesn't seem like there's much that'll take us that direction, though.

[And they're running short on time.]

There is something to be said for doing something only for the satisfaction of it. The psychological fortification. How would Angel say it... 'treat yourself'?

[Who even let him use words.]

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