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[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex is used to being trapped in places for long periods of time against her will, so she's less concerned by the current events on the Plane and more... annoyed.

At least, she was. Right now she is stumbling through a busy section of the Plane with urgency, her head whipping around as she searches for something she hasn't found yet.

If your character is to approach her now, whether they've met her in the past or not, they will find her face change from panic to tender recognition. She stands completely still, as if no one around her exists anymore, a calm smile claiming her face as she stares at your character.]

... Molly?

[She'll approach your character quickly, tears brimming her eyes as her smile turns into a desperate grin.]

Molly, is that really you? What are you doing here?



{{ooc: In other news, Alex has been canon bumped to the end of 3x03.}}

Comments

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

Is there anyway to research him? I assume you're the only one who can see him.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I've been trying to, but there doesn't seem to be much information regarding who he may be. It's almost as if someone doesn't want me to find out.

[She pauses a minute, giving him a hard look.]

I'm not insane.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Almost amused.]

I never said you were. You're rational enough to doubt everything.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Her face softens.]

Rational. That's a word I haven't heard used in a while.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

A shame, though I'm not surprised. There aren't many people who think logically.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Especially not among those I work with.

[There's a critical tone to her voice, but it's edged with a certain amount of affection.]

We're overdue for introductions, aren't we? I'm Alex Drake. [She offers her hand.]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He accepts her hand with a firm shake.]

Sherlock Holmes. I know very well what it's like to work with idiots.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[His comment makes her laugh.]

They can be quite clever, honestly, and I have grown rather fond of them in a strange way. But I'm afraid I'll never really belong there.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

Sometimes that's for the best. [He'd really rather not belong with people like Anderson.] It's more than just your ghost, though.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

You're right, it's more than the ghost.

[She doesn't know why she feels okay talking to Sherlock, but there's something about him. Maybe just the simple fact that he asked was enough.]

I left once, and then I ended up back there. I think I'm meant to help them all but I don't know how. And... I just want to see Molly again.

[She pauses for a moment.]

How did you know I saw my daughter?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock pauses, hands in his pockets.]

Your tone. It's especially used on little girls. Daughter, however, it had to be daughter. While it was possible she was someone else's daughter for whom you're simply raising, you don't seem to have many attachments to other people. So, no one to give you a little girl.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She raises her eyebrows.]

What do you do for a living, Mr. Holmes?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

I'm a consulting detective. The police come to me when they're out of their depth. However, I also take private cases if they're interesting enough.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I thought you sounded like a copper.

I'm a detective inspector with the Met.

[Hopefully he won't hold that against her. >.>]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Well, you seem much less irritating than most police.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She smirks, shaking her head.]

I'm a police psychologist. I feel like that may give me more of a balance than the usual police officer.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

I've never had the pleasure of working with one. I trace the living from the dead.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I often find it is just as essential to trace the living to the dead. Although before my, well, 'transfer' to CID, my concentration was with officers who had suffered various types of trauma. A bit of a far cry from one's usual police work.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

By the time I'm called in, someone is usually dead. Often several someones.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

So you're something like a last case scenario? Cases that need a fresh eye or the department can't handle?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

Not always a last resort, if the case is sufficiently strange enough to begin with.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

What do you qualify as strange?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

One recent case involved serial suicides. Or murders where there was no possible way someone could have entered the room. Something fun.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs - She can't really judge his choice of words; after all in a job like theirs, you get your fun where you can.]

I wouldn't mind having a consultant on some of our cases; it's amazing what a fresh eye can find on a case that seems to have gone cold. Afraid my boss would never have it, though. Did you solve the case?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[With a slight smirk.]

Yes. Not entirely satisfactory but well enough. As a psychologist, you might appreciate why I'm not entirely satisfied, actually. [Alex is lucky and gets an explanation.] It was a cabby. It talked the victims into suicide. I uncovered his motives but not how, exactly, he got his victims to take the pill.

[Ignoring he almost did.]