[log] Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary [closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Royce Melborn, Alfie Solomons
Location: Building 29
Date: Night 281
Summary: Team meet-up turns to grieving when Mary is lost to an anomaly.
Warnings: Character death, dissociation, hallucination

[A small shed outside the school, going inside reveals sports equipment is being stored in here. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats, and the like. There's nothing that could be used as a weapon, though, unless you're going to try to hurl a basketball at someone's head. This is the only place on the campus it's possible to stay in overnight.]

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[jumpthegun]

[John's still processing what Alfie's said when Mycroft speaks up.

'Asshole,' Sholto concurs, equally quiet.

There are a lot of words right now. Or there aren't a lot, but more than one person is speaking, and that's getting John worried about who's speaking in his head and who's actually speaking out loud. Who is it safe to reply to? Well, Sholto's definitely not there and Alfie is definitely talking at him. Alfie is safe enough.]

I'm not staying here. We have work to do. I'm not trying to be a martyr, I'm just...

[Tired. He's so tired. Always tired. The anger is draining away to some abyss, but in its place is just an empty feeling. Norfinbury has wrung him out more in a few weeks than all the rest of it has in a few months.]

I have to keep working.

[And then, because he doesn't entirely trust himself, he adds in a much quieter voice.]

Did Mycroft and Royce say something just now?

[He'll play it off as having trouble focusing at the moment if he needs to. John just wants Alfie to answer the question. Royce and Mycroft are in the shed. So is Sherlock. It wouldn't be unreasonable for any of them to speak up.]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He turns to look back at Watson, chin scraping lightly against the top of Royce's head.]

Yeah, they did. Why? You couldn't hear it?

[jumpthegun]

[Right.]

No. I wasn't paying much attention.

[To Mycroft snapping loud enough to be heard. Pressing on.]

Leave him be, Royce. He's... got problems, too.

[bywolves]

All of us have got problems. [ Royce's voice comes from under the hood, quiet and sharp. ] He's not excused.

[jumpthegun]

[John's quiet on that because he's seen the videos of what both Royce and Mycroft went through. He's not sure what else to say. Maybe Alfie will drop it.]

[holmesice]

[Mycroft's glaring from under his re-adjusted blanket. His nerves are too frayed for him to have much empathy for anyone save Sherlock. Of course, it was regrettable what happened to Mary, but he was far more concerned about what that did to Sherlock rather than anyone else, even John. Sarme as when it happened the first time.

And now they had to endure other people. Ugh.]

And yet the noise continues. Wonderful.

[devoutish]

[Alfie flicks the end of a blanket in his direction.]

Fuck off, Mycroft.

[bywolves]

[ Royce's voice is pissy and low from where he's curled up: ]

Could fix the problem of having to hear for you.

[jumpthegun]

[John doesn't want to play peacemaker right now. He doesn't have the energy.]

Just lie down, Mycroft. We'll be quiet.

[holmesice]

[What nonsense he must endure. He ignores Alfie and mutters in Royce's direction--]

Really? Would you? Because that would be a relief, honestly.

[At least John is sensible. That gets small 'hmm' of approval as Mycroft readjusts his blanket again and settles down.]