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seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[deductives]

[It's dark in wherever this cramped space is, but Sherlock can feel another person with him. His hand goes to his pocket for his flashlight.]

Who's there.

[Demanding, not asking.]

WHO KEEPS PUTTING THESE TWO TOGETHER ON MEMES

[fronttowardenemy]

[ His one good eye squints against the light, and he raises a hand to shield from it. ]

Calm down.

MASTERMINDS CLEARLY GSSFDH

[deductives]

I am calm.

[It's a testy reply as he swings the flashlight towards the door. He can already tell it's locked from the outside.]

It doesn't make me any more familiar with the man with whom I'm trapped in a closet.

[fronttowardenemy]

Won't matter much longer. [ because they'll be getting out. now.

...or so he hoped, but the door won't cave despite how hard he rams his boot into it.

That's a problem. ]

[deductives]

[Sherlock watches the man's failure with the most deadpan expression possible.]

Well done.

[He pans his flashlight towards the lock on the door. Nothing special looking. A well aimed kick should have taken care of it. Interesting.]

A little longer than you thought, then.

[fronttowardenemy]

[ smartass. ]

And what do you want to do about it?

[deductives]

[it's what pays the bills, son

Sherlock makes his way towards the door, though, and presses his hand to it. As hard as he concentrates, his body won't pass through. Things have passed from interesting to dubious.]

Powers are nullified here. Someone or something doesn't want us to leave, at least not without fulfilling a purpose first.

[fronttowardenemy]

And?

[ if he's so intent on showing off how clever he is, he should follow through. ]

That being what, exactly?

[deductives]

Two people in a closet. Hardly a battle to the death scenario. And yet it isn't a holding cell. No notes, just... us.

[The purpose here is slowly starting to dawn on him and he does not like it at all. He looks at Frank, expecting him to follow and yet hoping he doesn't.]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Oh, Frank follows. He follows very well. ]

...no.

[deductives]

[Sherlock seethes and rubs his temples.]

Yes. Unfortunately, yes. There doesn't seem to be any recording devices, at the very least.

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Just. Stares. ]

No.

[deductives]

[Great, the loquacious type. Surely this will make things easier.]

You're welcome to exhaust your legs trying to kick down the door. It won't change the outcome.