Sometimes the Spiders come looking for You.

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WHO: Sherlock Holmes (sh_consulting) and Peter Parker (incywincyhero)
WHERE: Sherlock's MAC apartment.
WHEN: Backdated a couple weeks... After this and Sherlock's meeting with Ghost.
WARNINGS: Other than two rapier wits...? Probably nothing.
SUMMARY: Peter contacted Sherlock about researching the Porter, and Sherlock arranged a meeting.
FORMAT: Prose to start, then..?

Sherlock had only been in the city a couple of weeks but his apartment already felt more than ever distinctly like him. Books, mostly garnered through flea markets and used book stores littered the room - almost all of them non-fiction, but with a startling pile of completely random ones that took up one corner, always two of each. The furniture was sparse and most looked like it had been collected from a cat lady's estate sale - none of the covers matched and Sherlock had not bothered to even pick a colour theme. There was a deep red, well-worn couch and a mustardy yellow arm chair.  The singular chair at the table was plastic and blue. The table obviously had not been used for food since he got there - instead there were a variety of papers, books, and random scrawling that took up the entire surface. On the windowed wall was a large billboard, completely covered with clippings, photographs, and hand written notes. On closer inspection it was readily apparent that all these things were about the imports - and were grouped together based on 'worlds' where Sherlock presumed they had come from. Each import had his or her or its own section of the board, and was linked to one (and in a couple cases, more than one) world via coloured yarn. One of the largest groups had the word "GOTHAM" spelled in big block letters in the middle. Most of the groupings had no such designations, other than who was linked in the group. There were also many, many people who had no links to anything, though most of them had a person or a place written below them with a question mark. Links he was making but he couldn't prove.

Spiderman's sat with a half dozen other spider people, and a few villains. Peter's sat alone. Whether this was because he had no guesses, or that Peter himself was due to arrive any minute, was unclear.

In the very middle of the board was the word "PORTER" and under it, another hand written note saying "Imagination?" which had been stuck into the board with a large hunting knife.

Sherlock was expecting Peter, so the door was unlocked and just a smidgen open - he did so hate getting up to actually let people in. He'd only been at Baker St a day, but he already almost missed Mrs Hudson. Almost.