[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

Comments

[howdull]

He doesn't suffer from any communicable diseases or issues that can be transferred through blood contact.

[Trust him, he knows. Not because he's a doctor, but because of the way Sylar acts, the clues are all there for anyone to read.]

I think he would have preferred it if he had suffered from one, at least that would have given his life distinction.

[jumpthegun]

That doesn't stop you from getting an infection. [Sherlock's hand is getting grabbed clumsily and tugged away from the cuffs now.] You need to at least bind and rinse it. And if you're thinking of getting my out of this, I really won't be going very far.

[While he's semi-alert, Sherlock may be able to note the signs of someone drugged on sedatives.]

I'd just be a liability to you lot tonight. M'sorry.

[howdull]

[He does notice, and his fingers slide down to take John's pulse. Not too slow or too fast, at least, so he's not in danger of suffering more than a sedation from whatever drugs are in his system.]

Perhaps not, but you will at least be able to defend yourself if others come in and find you helpless. It's just what they would want, John, to find one of us in such a compromised position.

[jumpthegun]

[John shakes his head. He knows Sherlock is right. He should free himself.]

Perfectly good pair of handcuffs. It'd be a waste to break them. If you can find Kid, get the keys back, then we can do it that way.

[And since Sherlock still isn't getting bandages, John lets go of his arm to grasp his shoulder and attempt to forcibly turn him toward John's backpack where it's out of reach across the floor. The doctor has his tablet sitting nearby, that's it, though, along with a bottle of water. He's eaten the food Sylar left.]

Please get your arm, Sherlock.

[howdull]

He already got away from me.

[He sounds annoyed, clearly mostly at himself. He recalls stopping himself from really trying to go after the boy, as if he owed anything to any of those creatures just because that one happened to be a child, and he shouldn't have.

Sighing, he pulls free from John so that he can go to the backpack and gather the supplies he's been told to get.]

I will block the door when I leave to stop any others finding you.

[Because he does have to leave, the night is young and there are so many to kill.]

[jumpthegun]

[Given that John's using a fair bit of the cloth in his bag for his own bandage needs, there isn't much there. Sherlock will find the remaining three fancy white cloth napkins John has along with yarn that he can use to tie his bandage into place once has it. There's dish soap and hand sanitizer easily found inside, as well.]

Okay. Just... make sure you come back in the morning once you find Kid again. He can't be that hard.

[John frowns.] You can stop him dead if you point out something asymmetrical. He can't resist fixing it. OCD.

[howdull]

[He takes one napkin and ties it in place with a bit of yarn, done swiftly and without too much care because he has far more important things on his mind. Like finding that boy again and getting the key from him, preferably from his cold, dead hand.]

Noted.

[He grins suddenly, rakishly, and winks as he turns back to his friend.]

Don't worry, John, I'll be back before you know it.

[jumpthegun]

[The bold confidence bolsters John's own mood and he shifts to kneeling as he looks up at the other man. He wants to run with Sherlock. Forget about the fact that he's not in a condition to run. Forget that he cuffed himself for some ridiculous reason he can't even think of.

John mirrors the grin as best he can, though it's a little lopsided with his eye socket hurting.]

The game is on. Good luck, Sherlock. I know you'll do the right thing tonight.

[howdull]

[They should be doing this side by side, but there's no point wasting time with 'should' when there's so much to be doing.

Sherlock very deliberately pops the collar of his coat and turns so that it fans out dramatically around him, before striding out of the room.]