meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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[seesobserves]

[Sherlock pulls a face. Give yourself some credit, John, you do have a good idea once in a blue moon. He tugs at the sleeves of his shirt as they head out.]

After this I want to check the website. Twenty-four hours, something of value may have come down the tubes.

[blogging_mystery]

[ John nods. ] Alright. Food then seeing if we've got any new information.

[ It's a quick walk to the restaurant and John and studies over the menu. ]

[seesobserves]

[Food, yes. Sherlock looks over the menu with an air of apathy, and when the waitress appears:] Pot of hot tea, and the potstickers.

[Which would be an appetizer.]

[blogging_mystery]

Real meal Sherlock. Please? [ he says setting the menu down and ordering the sweet and sour pork dish ]

[seesobserves]

[He sends John a weary look, but all the same mutters:] Chicken and cashew.

[As the waitress walks away:] You are not my mother.

[blogging_mystery]

I know I'm not your mum, I don't have the right bits. But someone has to make sure you don't starve to death.

[seesobserves]

I did manage to survive a great number of years without you.

[Largely with Mycroft's interference, but still.]

[blogging_mystery]

and how many times did you end up in the hospital or have to have some one force you to eat. [ He chuckles. ]

Friends worry about each other. [ he adds. ] Some friends require more worry then others.

[seesobserves]

[Tossed off, the air of a phrase very oft repeated:] I don't have friends.

[Although the fact that John might be counted as his one friend has been recently drilled into him once and for all, so he adds:] Although I suppose your concern is -- [Searching for a word, here --] -- charming.

[blogging_mystery]

I know you don't have friends, you have a friend and a brother. But my point remains the same. [ he smiles a little as the waitress brings their plates and tea. ]

Well this looks good.

[seesobserves]

Actually, not bad.

[To Sherlock, food is little more than fuel, but even he doesn't like his fuel to be over-greasy or tasteless. He puts some on his plate - hardly filling it up, but certainly 'more than a few bites' as John dictated before - and sets to work eating.]

[blogging_mystery]

Is that all you are really going to have... it's a wonder you can think as fast you do with as little as you eat. [ John loads up his own plat and tucks into his food. ]

[seesobserves]

Hunger sharpens the mind and increases focus; digestion only sends blood to the stomach that would be of better use to the brain. I only need enough to get me to the next one.

[blogging_mystery]

Bull shit Sherlock, you brain function may seem quicker, but your more prone to mistakes when you don't properly care for your body, your not as sharp. Eat your dinner. [ He says pouring himself some tea. ]

[seesobserves]

I am eating my dinner.

[blogging_mystery]

Good. [ He huffs eating a little more of his pork. ] Look I'm sorry, just during a case, you kind of... you forget that you are human too, and have certain need. You need to start taking better care of yourself.

[seesobserves]

I've already given up cigarettes. How many more indignities must I suffer through?

[blogging_mystery]

Eating regular meals isn't an indignity Sherlock, and you still smoke occasionally, and you cover your self in those bloody patches. Which I would prefer you didn't.

[seesobserves]

[...Oh, now that's odd.

Sherlock had already been thinking about the patches when John brought them up. Was already thinking about going for one when they got home, to help him concentrate while he sifted through potential cases on the website... But then John voiced his request, and the desire vanished. Which is odd.

He's still not certain what to make of it.]

You're exaggerating, and you know how much I hate imprecision. I do not cover myself.

[blogging_mystery]

What do you call using more then the recommended dosage? And when I can't see the skin of your arm I call it covering ones self.

[ He studies Sherlock for a moment. ] You sure you're alright?

[seesobserves]

[He's looking off to one side, examining the servers, the other customers, deducing what he can. It's Sherlock's litmus test, what he turns to when he's feeling anxious, to make sure things are still okay.

By the time he's looked back at John, he knows everything he can about every one of them. All other faculties functional, which means it's time for an experiment.

He has to get John to tell him to do something. Something he would never normally do. Eating a bit more than usual isn't all that unusual. Changing his mind about the nicotine patch could have been coincidence.]

Still fine. But d'you know what I've noticed about those two over there. [He leans forward, indicating a couple that's sat a few tables down from them, and speaks in a low voice.] Her cat didn't run away. He had it put down. She suspects but doesn't want to say anything because she's so head-over-heels for him and they've been dating for at least a year, maybe two. Doesn't want to throw away the relationship over a suspicion. But she loved that cat. Constant companion. Possibly the hurt will fade over time, scab over, or then again it might fester, create an undercurrent of bitterness in the relationship. She may never fully trust him again until she knows, but she's afraid of the truth, which means subconsciously she does know and is only waiting for him to spontaneously confess, which is unlikely given that he clearly has at least two other girlfriends he hasn't told her about, or for a stranger to walk up and accuse him.

I'll just go and inform her, shall I?

[And when he stands up, he has every intention of doing exactly that.]

[blogging_mystery]

Sherlock! No, just sit down and eat your dinner, there is no need to be needlessly cruel, let them suss it out on their own. [ John snaps in a low voice slightly glaring at Sherlock. ]

[seesobserves]

[He'd taken two steps, but as soon as the words 'sit down and eat your dinner' came out of John's mouth, he's stopped. Before he had a chance to even think about stopping. One foot lifts off the floor just a touch, intending to step forward -- but the compulsion to follow John's order is too strong. He turns around on a dime, sliding back into his seat.

With one hand, he picks up his fork and starts to eat again. With the other, he fishes out his cell phone and starts composing a text in silence, as if nothing at all had just occurred.]

[blogging_mystery]

Sherlock what are you doing, this some kind of game? [ He asks swallowing a bit of pork. He eyes the phone slightly.]

[seesobserves]

I'm sending a text. [Lalala, nothing to see here. He angles it juuust that much away from John, preventing him from reading the screen.]