picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

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[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock clicks the light off since it may be seen from outside, then he pockets his torch and closes the office door with his hip.]

Still want to barricade the door?

[He asks, looking at the large and heavy-looking oak desk in the centre of the office. It could be moved if they both put their backs into it, but it would be a complete pain in the arse.]

[formersurgeon]

[She checks out the window. It being on the first floor, it's not designed to open, apparently to keep out intruders.]

Unless you want to start by putting a chair through the window...

[consulting_freak]

What's outside the window?

[Sherlock takes a moment to think and doesn't really listen to Joan's answer if and when she gives one since the information doesn't change anything. Either they will use the window or they won't. What he needs to do is weigh their options and decide which harbours the lowest risk.

They've been caught on camera all evening and leaving a broken window might be cause enough to look at the security footage, so they should use that as a last resort.

They can't leave these offices through the main route until normal business hours begin, which would mean spending the rest of the night trapped inside this room with a desk against the door.

There's the possibility that they will move the desk and have to break the window anyway.

There's also the possibility that they will be smoked out of the room and taken into custody if they leave the room through the window escape. In fact, there's no telling this organisation isn't already preparing for that.

Maybe the safest bet is staying inside the office for now. If they hold out the entire night, then they can be much safer. If it were only his neck on the line, he wouldn't hesitate at all in leaving through the window.]

Help me with this.

[He goes around to take one side of the desk and waits for Joan to take the other.]

[formersurgeon]

Alley.

[She considers their options as well. Breaking a window will get attention from both the outside and inside, and they really don't want any more attention than they absolutely can't help. So she's relieved when Sherlock chooses the desk and not the chair through the window.

She goes to the other side of the desk and braces herself to push with all her strength.]

[consulting_freak]

[He plucks the power extension cable from the side of the desk before they start pushing. It's hard work with their lack of combined body weight even if they have all the muscle needed for it, but they eventually drag the over-sized desk to the door. As far as a barricade goes, this one would definitely be worth while.

Finished with the work, Sherlock is left leaning forward over the desk and feeling a bit winded.]

Next time... I'm going with the window.

[formersurgeon]

Not going to argue.

[Her arms ache, and she's pretty sure she pulled something in her back.]

Watch them not even come this way.

[consulting_freak]

That would be ideal.

[He'd rather expend the effort and stay safe regardless than to be lazy and have it backfire.]

Now what?

[This is going to get boring, fast.]

[formersurgeon]

[Better boring than dead.]

Keep the lights off. We should probably stay down, too. We don't want someone to see us through the window.

[consulting_freak]

I know that.

[The voice he's using is quiet but still a bit snappish. Sherlock does know it. He'd been about to remind her of the same dangers but she'd beaten him to it. Is it always this annoying?]

[formersurgeon]

Good. Then we both know that.

[She rolls her eyes and sits on the floor, her back against the wall.]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock's not ready to sit and would rather pace around the room for a while to milk some of the adrenaline still in his system, but he can't now that Joan's pointed out they need to stay low and Sherlock had so haughtily agreed. He sits down about a metre away from Joan and tilts his head back.]

How long until open?

[formersurgeon]

Eight a.m., so...

[She checks her watch, then drops her head back against the wall, too.]

Seven hours.

[consulting_freak]

Seven hours.

[Sherlock sighs and feels just slightly grateful that this is a boss's office so it comes with it's own restroom in case they need to use it or get a bit of water.]

You may as well sleep.

[formersurgeon]

[She'd protest, except she knows full well that Sherlock hardly sleeps. So she sighs, closes her eyes, and leans her head back against the wall. She's going to feel this in the morning.]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock brings one of his legs up to his chest and he listens to their surroundings and watches the window. It's slightly darker inside than outside, so he has the slight advantage in perceiving any hostile forces.]

[formersurgeon]

[The people looking for them have access to the camera feeds, so they know Joan and Sherlock haven't left the floor. It takes twenty minutes, but they finally enter the ad agency. The sound of voices rouses Joan, and she draws back from the door, toward Sherlock. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock is already starting to crawl toward Joan to wake her when she stirs and comes to him instead. Since they're in close proximity now, he hovers next to her ear to whisper.]

I've sent a text to Gregson. He knows where we are. As long as we hold off until we hear the sirens, we should theoretically be safe. If you hear them open the ventilation shaft, we break the window early.

[Some of those diseases are airborne.]

[formersurgeon]

[She's about to ask if they would risk contaminating themselves when someone tests the doorknob, and her breath catches in her throat. The door is locked, she reminds herself. Please let it be enough.]