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

[from_scratch]

"Cool. Don't expire of boredom in the next like thirty hours, please."

[eversomuchfun]

"It's extremely unlikely."

[from_scratch]

"Excellent. I don't think anyone followed me back to your crypt but I am considering putting an alarm on the door anyway."

[eversomuchfun]

"It would be interesting if someone had."

[from_scratch]

"Yeah, it'd tell me that James is a damn liar, do you object to alarming the door?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Not especially."

[from_scratch]

Cam makes a little alarm with sticky backing. "Fingerprint," he says, after fiddling with it and presenting a surface of it to Sherlock.

[eversomuchfun]

Fingerprint!

[from_scratch]

Cam fingerprints it too, then puts it on the door and fiddles with it some more. "Fingerprint it to calm it down before it whistles alarmedly. There's more sophisticated options but they'd require an actual security service."

[eversomuchfun]

"Noted."

[from_scratch]

Cam sits in his hammocky thing and fusses with his computer.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock reads his book and pays a moderate amount of attention to Cam.

[from_scratch]

Cam is not doing much besides - whatever it is that's causing words to appear on his screen projection - and occasionally exhibiting body language mostly via his tail.

[eversomuchfun]

Well, now Sherlock wants to see if he can figure out how the computer is operated.

[from_scratch]

"You're not reading over my shoulder too, are you? I will translate this entire device into Celambiric, see if I don't."

[eversomuchfun]

"I am, but not for informational content, and I can stop if you like."

[from_scratch]

"I don't like it when people look at my notes. Told the Slayer off for it. She had an excuse about apocalypses being frequent enough to excuse spying on strangers with lumpy coats."

[eversomuchfun]

"I wanted to see if I could figure out how you're making the words appear in the first place," he says. "And she's on solid ground there, if you wanted to know. Based strictly on rumours encountered in the demonic community, I'd estimate the global rate of serious attempts to end the world per year at around two - not always particularly competent attempts, mind you, but it doesn't need to be all that competent to succeed in the absence of opposition. Luckily for the world, there always seems to be oppositon. That's counting world takeover by demonic forces under 'end of the world', but discounting any plan that would have failed on its own merits even without external intervention; I have no way of estimating how frequently a group of demons gets together over drinks and engages in ultimately fruitless discussion of their long-held dream to bring about about hell on earth, but I suspect the number is high."

[from_scratch]

"Do you want me to tell you how I'm working the computer or would that spoil the surprise?" wonders Cam. "Also, your world kind of sucks."

[eversomuchfun]

"In the ultimate ranking of universes for comfort and convenience I would not be inclined to guess we land in the top half," Sherlock agrees. "And if you don't want me watching you may as well spoil it, since I'm not going to find out by staring at the wall."

[from_scratch]

"Eensy cybernetic implant. There are versions that don't require 'em but they're clunkier and less secure." Cam taps the back of his head.

[eversomuchfun]

"That does explain it."

[from_scratch]

"Mm-hm."

Write write write.

[eversomuchfun]

Book book book.

[from_scratch]

Eventually Cam goes to sleep, and wakes up a bit before eight, and has plenty of time to wriggle into his leather coat and go meet the Slayer. How nice of her not to have alarmed the easily startled door in that time.