With age comes sarcasm

[jd_watson]

Watson breathes in deeply, and relishes in the weather of the Old City. It was one hell of a trip.

It was more pleasure then business, but no matter the cause the English smog had still managed to cloud his mind, and barely restrain the want to open the heavens and beg for some sunshine.

It's his bloody birthday today, and he can't wait.

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[w_zimmerman]

Nope, it doesn't remotely count as stalking that Will just so happens to be passing by as Watson enters the Sanctuary...

[jd_watson]

Watson puts down his suitcase, and raises an eyebrow in Will's general direction.

[w_zimmerman]

Will picks it up. "Airlines will email you notifications now when flights land. After that, it was just factoring in drive-time. Happy birthday, Watson. Ready for me to burn the Sanctuary down to celebrate?"

[jd_watson]

He grins, sincerely hoping that Will is joking.
Then again the last time someone made him bombe Alaska, he had gotten a fire-extinguisher for a gift, and spent the rest of the night blurting out sea-chanties at the local pub.

[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola would deny to his dying day that he was purposefully tracking Watson down today.

However, he is carrying a bottle of perfectly aged scotch, dust on the bottle marred only by Nikola's fingers.

"Feeling your age today, old man?"

[jd_watson]

Watson would never ask, he enjoys the 'spontaneous' visits far too much.

Eying the scotch, Watson grins at Nikola. " It's a possibility, but I do think what your carrying may help soothe my pain."

[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola glances at the bottle as though he's only just noticed it. "What this? Just something I found lying around, really. But I suppose, if you'd like some, I could be persuaded to share."

[jd_watson]

His grin turns to a pleased and greatly amused little smirk.

" Oh it would be greatly appreciated Nikola."

[desert_blade]

Still in one piece? *Ardeth seems to be hiding something behind his back and grinning at you*

[jd_watson]

Watson grins at Ardeth, jokingly checking himself for any anything amiss . "I believe I am."

When he sees that Ardeth is hiding something, his grin stretches. He loves his birthdays.

[desert_blade]

*Ardeth takes out a small parcel about A4 size and a small rectangular parcel and hands them too you.*

Sorry about the packaging I didn't think you appreciate pink stars so...

[jd_watson]

He sets down his suitcase, and takes the two packages, grin still intact.

[veiled_hellion]

Here, have a Raya.

She's sitting on the stairs, practicing picking up a balloon--blown up, yes--with a couple of rocks in for weight, in her sand form; her sleeves are pushed up to her mid-bicep, and...strangely there are no arms in them. Just sand. She's attempting not to burst it.

The open bag of similarly sized balloons should tell you how well this is going.

[jd_watson]

With a curious tilt of his head, and a smile Watson watches her progress.

[veiled_hellion]

"You guys have the funniest thoughts," she says with a little smile, levitating the balloon up on a cushion of sand.

It's easier to do this with the holograms in the DR, yes, but...there isn't one here. So the manual version will have to work.

[jd_watson]

His smile grows, if he keeps this up his face will be numb by noon.
"Do we now?"

[gives_sanctuary]

"Enjoy your time in England, Jimmy?" Helen asks as she passes through the foyer of the Sanctuary.

[jd_watson]

Grinning Watson, crosses his arms at the "jimmy".

"Marvelous, although we really should do something about that blasted smog."

[gives_sanctuary]

"It has been there for a hundred years. I don't think they'll change it for even the great Sherlock Holmes."

[jd_watson]

"Pity."