our real estate is a great investment

[cross_and_bow]

"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

Comments

[cross_and_bow]

Yes indeed. "You didn't wind up kissing Tony in front of Giles," observes Juliet, when they're out of the Watcher's earshot.

[eversomuchfun]

"Tony was busy," he says serenely.

[cross_and_bow]

"How's Jarvis's installation coming along, anyway?"

[eversomuchfun]

"First Tony must be satisfied that the house will not fall down," he says. "Then he will install the nonessentials and check them over. Then he will conjure and install the crucial hardware."

[cross_and_bow]

"Ah, I see. So he's doing architecture first," laughs Juliet.

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes. Architecture and swearing."

[cross_and_bow]

"I bet the swearing is essential to the process," says Juliet, nodding.

[eversomuchfun]

"You are correct."

[cross_and_bow]

"I wonder how long it'll be until we find Milliways again for them," asks Juliet, more soberly.

[eversomuchfun]

"To be honest, I've been trying not to think about it."

[cross_and_bow]

"Sorry."

[eversomuchfun]

"It's all right."

[cross_and_bow]

There's her house. "I told Charlie this morning on my way to the morgue. He wasn't thrilled but he'll live and not shoot at you," she says, and she gives Sherlock a kiss goodnight.

[eversomuchfun]

Grinning, he kisses back.

"Night, love," he says ever so cheerfully when they are finished kissing.

[cross_and_bow]

"G'night."

The next day, she does homework of various sorts - catchup from classes, demonology - and she chats with Shell Bell. When night falls, she and Shell Bell teleport to the brick building. Juliet has conjured herself a mask. It looks like a more practical version of something suited for a Viennese carnival, all indigo and black and very understatedly decorative; her hair tucks up in back of it where it slips over her head, and it shadows her eyes to the point of uncertain color while leaving her complete peripheral vision as well as free breathing.

"What do you think, am I at least slightly challenging to identify?" she asks Sherlock when she and Shell Bell land.

[eversomuchfun]

"To anyone who isn't me, yes," he says.

[cross_and_bow]

"Spiffy."

[she_sells_seashells]

"I was thinking about the scent thing, and as long as I'm there, I can just flood the room with vanilla or whatever," says Shell Bell. "Also, do we know where we're going any more specifically than L.A.?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes."

[she_sells_seashells]

"You're going to have to actually tell me. I'm the one who can teleport," says Shell Bell.

[eversomuchfun]

He gives an intersection, and names the northwest corner.

[she_sells_seashells]

"All right. Indoors or out? I can't make you guys invisible, I can only do that for me. Am I taking you separately so Sherlock can just pretend to be some random vampire not in any way affiliated with Juliet?"

[eversomuchfun]

"That would probably be best. Outdoors will do; you can check first if anyone is watching, I assume."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Yeah. I could do that even better if I went visible - Stella had a problem with spies one time and I batch-copied her powers when I met her - but we don't want Juliet's face involved, and I have it. So I'll just scope out the place. I'll do that now." Shell Bell vanishes, and then she vanishes in a different sense.

[cross_and_bow]

"So what have we got me walking into?" Juliet asks Sherlock.