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WHO: The Dreamers; Inception crew + Arthur
WHERE: The Dreaming
WHEN: Thursday the 3rd and ongoing for a few days, until Arthur wakes up.
WARNINGS: Please warn in thread subjects!
SUMMARY: Arthur's powers go out of control, and the innocent (?) cityzens are affected.
FORMAT: As you like it! Please label your threads if they're open for other dreamers or just specific characters!

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[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

Try me. [The challenge was more than apparent in the icy baritone, but there were sirens in the distance now. Sherlock's dreaming mind was completely on the defensive.

Donovan was shoving him aside, now, to get between him and the boy.]

Sir, I must insist that you leave.

[anagrammatist]

[Outwardly, Tom looks completely unconcerned by the sirens or Donovan, still ignoring them both. Inwardly...well, he's still mostly unconcerned but he is starting to go over defensive spells and what he might say if he had to Oblivate any of them.

He's silent for a moment, fingers playing with his wand in his pocket, but if there was anyone who might get it, it was this man.]

There's a book. Several books, actually, and several short stories. Written from the point of view of Dr. Watson, detailing some of your more interesting cases.

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[Something in the back of Sherlock's mind brightens and tries to latch onto it - a memory, a conversation, a book - but then his dreams go on full alert and the police cars are pulling up, sirens roaring, and Lestrade has run up and pushed Sherlock back.

Sherlock's keen eyes, though, are still locked on Tom's face, even as both Lestrade and Donovan draw guns.]

[anagrammatist]

[Tom still looks like he's ignoring the commotion and the guns, which is not at all how the model student would behave, but at this point he doesn't care. He's not staying here. Far too many people to effectively Stun or Obliviate, and he has no intention of being arrested for having a chat.

He shrugs and gives Sherlock an apologetic look, his mind reaching for a place to go, hand tightening its grip on his wand...]

Perhaps another time, Mr. Holmes.

[And he turns on the spot and disappears.]