Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 6, 2012 22:50:16 GMT
"Alors. Je dois partir. Mais, j'ai un cadeaux pour vous!" "I have to go. But, I have a present for you!"
*Manuel hands Harry an envelope. She opens it and bursts out laughing.*
Les billets pour 'Cabaret?' Tickets for 'Cabaret?'
*She turns to Sherlock and rolls her eyes in a way that says - I'll explain later*
"Ce soir. Je peux envoyer toutes les informations sur Moriarty à votre hotel. D'accord?" This evening. And I can send all the information on Moriarty to your hotel. Okay?"
Parfait. Tu serai à Cabaret ce soir? Perfect. Will you be at 'Cabaret' this evening?
"Malheuresement non. Je suis trop occupé. Mais vous vous amusez!" "Unfortunately no. I'm too busy. But you enjoy yourselves!"
*He turns to leave, before adding in heavily accented English:*
"Zere will be someone zere who you will want to meet, Emanuelle. So don't just sit in your 'otel room, drinking whisky and threatening to shoot yourself, like ze last time I invited you to a musical."
*Harry gives Manuel a swift goodbye kiss on each cheek and begins to leave, gesturing for Sherlock to follow.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 6, 2012 23:20:27 GMT
*Sherlock follows, slowly, though it is at top speed of the wheelchair, and Quinn once again lifts him into the car before shoving the wheelchair into the boot. By the time they leave, Sherlock has fallen into a deep but uneasy sleep.*
"It's got to be so hard for him. He was this unstoppable, powerful force of nature, and now it's like he's trapped."
*Quinn's voice is really quite tender, but not patronising*
"I've had patients like him--well, no one could quite be like him, but patients that were headstrong and stubborn, sometimes even athletes before their accident and so badly weakened because of it. About half of them killed themselves, and most of the rest tried it. I don't know if he will, but from what his brother said, he's liable to be almost suicidally reckless. Then again, Mycroft said he normally is, but this time, he's not as capable as getting out of the trouble he's going to get himself into."
*Sherlock is muttering, but too quietly for anyone to make out what he's saying in the moving car*
"He's going to get better, of course, but it'll take time, he's far from patient, and I guess I'm scared he's going to do something stupid out of desperation. Should have heard him last night in the shower."
*Quinn chuckles as he remembers Sherlock insisting on bathing himself but winding up only soapy on his midsection and hands and looking utterly pathetic before grudgingly accepting help*
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Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 6, 2012 23:28:37 GMT
If that's your attempt to make me feel sorry for him, it's not working. He's better than us mere mortals, don't forget. A veritable diety. He'll be just fine.
*She spits out the last few words as she maneuvers the vehicle around Paris towards their new hotel.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2012 1:02:41 GMT
*Quinn laughs*
"No, I didn't mean it like that, I just meant...I dunno what I meant, really. I guess I'm in awe of the fact that he doesn't seem depressed."
*they pull in and park, and they decide to check in as a unit. Sherlock is still sleeping as Quinn moves him into his chair, which, fortunately, has a manual mode*
"I wish I had a blanket for him."
Jellyfish?
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Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 7, 2012 10:44:21 GMT
*Harry hands a folder to Quinn*
Our hotel reservations booked under... *she checks the false passports she hands to Quinn* - Anita and Robert Anderson. I'm American. And it seems it's Robert's birthday tomorrow. He's had a skiing accident. Sound okay?
*Quinn nods, slightly bewildered.*
There will be a parcel for me at the front desk. Give it to him when he wakes up. It'll be from Manuel. But let him sleep.
"You're not coming with us, Mrs Anderson?"
Not now. I've got some things to do. I'll be back this afternoon. And make sure he eats something. All our things should be upstairs in our suite.
*Without waiting for a response, she drives away*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2012 13:56:56 GMT
*Quinn takes Sherlock up to the room, where he transfers Sherlock to his bed, clothing and all--he doesn't want to, but he knows that if Sherlock had been redressed in his sleep, he'll be quite upset*
*Quinn takes Sherlock's temperature, and it's too low. He gets out the electric blanket and turns it on. It's only the late morning, but Sherlock is fast asleep, though that could change at any second*
*Quinn sits in the chair by the bed and pulls out a copy of Partners in Crime by Agatha Christie and reads in silence*
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