Daily Creativity for Game of Cards -- The To Do List

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We are to post something creative every day for 20 days, so I'm going to continue to work on this f ic crossover / silly thing that I do from time to time.

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Still, he'd had little warning of what they would be getting into. He'd rather pictured more of a cross-jurisdiction consultation. But not this--huge stone mansion, secret entry codes, stuffy Brits talking calmly about unheard of events. He thought he'd seen it all in Portland, but this? Actual vampires?

And on top of it, the Boss's cousin. What would be next?

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...Meanwhile, back in the heart of London. an even stranger amalgam of humans was arrayed. Having arrived in several separate and mutually-unaware contingents, the Scoobies, Sherlock and John, and old pals Rupert Giles and Greg Lestrade were all centering around the scene of the latest in the series of murders that were shocking London: the ones with the corpses half-drained of their blood.

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Buffy had just snatched the copy of the London Times from Willow's hand and hustled after Sherlock, stooping under the crime tape just as he had. The others stood a bit awkwardly, having completed some quick introductions, all sharing that odd feeling of both shock and familiarity. "Well, I suppose we might as well...." John said diffidently, gesturing down the path that ran by the side of the Tennis Club entrance. The others nodded and proceeded along, all accepting that they were in this, whatever it was, together.

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Inspector Lestrade, aware that he was the only one with official standing, hastened after Sherlock and Buffy to keep an eye on the crime scene. John found himself walking in stride with Rupert Giles, who was looking around, blinking and, yes, grinning. "Enjoying yourself?" asked John, pleasantly. Giles looked at him, a bit sheepishly. "Inappropriate given the circumstances, I daresay, but...yes, yes I am. Being back in London, adventure..." he raised his eyebrows for emphasis and John barked out a hearty laugh.

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John nodded, and had a moment of appreciation for what seemed to be a nice bloke, relatively normal, especially considering what he had become accustomed to, of late. Like Lestrade, right, and no surprise that the two were old chums. On impulse, he clapped the man's tweedy shoulder. "No harm in that, mate," he said warmly, and Giles favored him with a pleased smile.