we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[toblameforit]

"Okay," says Tony, "having this conversation right now is not my first choice, but I guess I'll just have to deal."

He turns to Obie.

"Anything to say for yourself?"

[passforsympathy]

"I'm not the one who invited a vampire from an alternate dimension into my house," Obadiah says mildly.

[toblameforit]

"Stop deflecting," Tony says sharply. "You were like this after that other time too and it's getting really fucking old."

[passforsympathy]

"I don't know what you want me to say," he says. "The clone has never exactly been stable."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Mine's not a clone," says Shell Bell suddenly, sharply, "and I don't think she'd be arguing for you to go on living either if she were here."

[toblameforit]

Tony looks pleadingly at Sherlock.

"Okay, but—really? I mean, really?"

[eversomuchfun]

"And he wants to fuck you," Sherlock adds. "Yes. Everything I have told you about him is the truth. In my world, after I found out he arranged that collapsed road, he hired a gang of vampire assassins and concealed them in our basement. They killed you and Jarvis and turned me."

[passforsympathy]

"Am I really on trial here?" he asks witheringly.

[toblameforit]

Tony won't look at him.

"Is it true?"

[passforsympathy]

"Is what true, because again, the only vampire—"

[toblameforit]

"About my parents," he interrupts. "Is it true?"

[passforsympathy]

He sighs impatiently.

"No, Tony. It's not true."

[she_sells_seashells]

"You want another square?" asks Shell Bell, biting into her cheek. "You wanna check? Square'll give you a short burst if that, but I bet it'll let you check." She offers him the mother-of-pearl coin, not taking her eyes off Snow-Obie. "Maybe I'll get Golden or Juliet to break my arm ve-e-ry carefully..."

[passforsympathy]

"This is ridiculous," says Obadiah.

But... maybe a little nervously.

[toblameforit]

"...I don't want you to break your arm," says Tony. "But I want to know what's going on."

[eversomuchfun]

"Ask your Sherlock," Sherlock suggests.

[toblameforit]

"...That... is actually a pretty good idea," says Tony. "Fuck. Jarvis, can you get Sherry on the phone?"

[poeticterms]

"Certainly, sir."

[luminous_regnant]

Golden continues holding Sherlock, because her arm isn't tired and Tony hasn't asked for him to be set down yet.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet... finishes her sandwich. And drops loosely into a ready pose, because while not much is likely to happen and Golden can probably handle anything that does better than she can, this seems like a good situation to be ready for other possibilities in.

[passforsympathy]

"This is not reasonable," says Obadiah. He's definitely worried now.

[bitofafiction]

"Yes, Tony?"

[toblameforit]

Tony takes a deep breath before addressing his Sherry's disembodied voice.



"Did Obie kill my parents?"

[bitofafiction]

There is a pause.

It's not long.

"Yes."

[luminous_regnant]

"Dropping or not-dropping?" Golden queries.