[Joan is mostly aware of the danger she's in. Sherlock was, of course, the most recently hurt by these people, so her concern for him somewhat overshadows her concern for herself. But she does keep a lookout for people following her, or watching her, using reflective surfaces to monitor without turning her head and being obvious.
She withdraws five hundred dollars from the ATM, the maximum it will allow. Then she grabs a cart and moves quickly through the store. The phone first, since those are locked away and Joan doesn't want the other items in her basket to identify her at all. It takes longer than she likes to finally get some service, but once a bored-looking middle aged woman comes over, getting a phone is pretty fast.
Next comes clothing. Tagless t-shirts, the softest black trousers she can find in a hurry, a pack of silk boxers, a pack of black socks, a pair of brown loafers. Sherlock will be horrified by it all, she's sure, but she doesn't care at the moment.
Then groceries. Water, Gatorade, orange juice. Granola bars, potato chips. Apples and bananas. Bread and peanut butter.
The cart is full when she guides it to check-out. The cashier can't be much older than eighteen, and he's totally zoned out. He mumbles her total, she pays it in cash, he hands her change that she doesn't even bother to check before shoving it into her purse and heading out.]
((OOC: As you can see, I hadn't planned on Joan getting into trouble :) It's up to you if you want something to happen to Sherlock :) ))
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She withdraws five hundred dollars from the ATM, the maximum it will allow. Then she grabs a cart and moves quickly through the store. The phone first, since those are locked away and Joan doesn't want the other items in her basket to identify her at all. It takes longer than she likes to finally get some service, but once a bored-looking middle aged woman comes over, getting a phone is pretty fast.
Next comes clothing. Tagless t-shirts, the softest black trousers she can find in a hurry, a pack of silk boxers, a pack of black socks, a pair of brown loafers. Sherlock will be horrified by it all, she's sure, but she doesn't care at the moment.
Then groceries. Water, Gatorade, orange juice. Granola bars, potato chips. Apples and bananas. Bread and peanut butter.
The cart is full when she guides it to check-out. The cashier can't be much older than eighteen, and he's totally zoned out. He mumbles her total, she pays it in cash, he hands her change that she doesn't even bother to check before shoving it into her purse and heading out.]
((OOC: As you can see, I hadn't planned on Joan getting into trouble :) It's up to you if you want something to happen to Sherlock :) ))