call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

Comments

[eversomuchfun]

"That is likely to be a deeply hilarious conversation."

[from_scratch]

"Yes, probably. Hello, CDC, I am a demon from another dimension, please listen to what I have to say about controlling the spread of vampires. Maybe I should just ignore vampires for the time being until I have more of a track record to point at. Mysterious ozone healing, mysterious bee recovery, then hello CDC would you like a century and a half of medical science by the way vampires."

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock laughs. "Aren't you just delightful."

[from_scratch]

"I try. Does your crypt have Internet?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Alas, no."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, I'll have to figure out something else there, making stuff doesn't get me subscription access to an existing network. Are you the kind of vampire that is, shall we say, not a morning person?"

[eversomuchfun]

"In the sense that I catch fire in direct sunlight, yes I am."

[from_scratch]

"Okay. What time is it? And for that matter exact date?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Two in the morning, probably August. I haven't checked a calendar in a while."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, I'll... hold off on making myself a wristwatch till I have that, I suppose. Do you sleep?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes."

[from_scratch]

"During the day, in your crypt?" Cam confirms.

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes and yes. It's more comfortable than it looks; there's a slightly hidden room containing a bed."

[from_scratch]

"Okay. Do you object if I nap in said crypt now, and can I get you to wake me up when the sun rises so I can go mooch off library wifi?" Pause. "Libraries have wifi by this year, right?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Some of them. Possibly not the local. But they do have computers. And yes, go on."

[from_scratch]

"Preference between me making myself some form of furniture that you will then have around until you get rid of it, and me borrowing your bed?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Don't care in the slightest."

[from_scratch]

"Right then."

A bit of making later, and Cam is snoozing in a hammocky thing suspended from the ceiling, wings flopped over the edges and peeking out from under a fleecy blanket.

[eversomuchfun]

Well, that's adorable.

Sherlock makes tea. He drinks the tea. He contemplates the positive and negative aspects of the Cam situation.

Come sunrise, he wakes Cam up. Or attempts to. If saying 'wake up' won't cut it, he may have to strategize.

[from_scratch]

Cam wakes up pretty easy. "Morning. I hope you did not become suicidally bored while I was adjusting to local time."

[eversomuchfun]

"Happily, no. I still haven't found out how the school is going to respond to the fake summoning."

[from_scratch]

"Oh, is that what you were doing. Why?"

[eversomuchfun]

"The amusement value of observing their pathetic cover-up, or the interest of observing one that is not pathetic."

[from_scratch]

"Who's in charge of covering up circles of blood at the local school?"

[eversomuchfun]

"In most places it's the nearest person with a bad excuse ready to hand - no organized effort, no one who knows what's going on - but I have my suspicions about the principal."