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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[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.]

[blogging_mystery]

[ Grumble grumble grumble sips tea, takes in Sherlocks body language and huffs. ] Tell me what's going on.

[seesobserves]

[...Oh, shit. Sherlock stalls, presses his lips together tight and tries to shake his head, but no. It all starts pouring out at his usual rapid clip.]

I'm sending a text to Lestrade. Apparently the purpose of the gas is to make people compliant to any orders or requests given to them; not only compliant but it creates the compulsive necessity to carry them out. That's why I agreed so quickly to everything everybody was telling me to do for the last half hour, although they were reasonable enough requests, which is why it took me only until now to realize it. Culprit must have had some pretty sick and twisted stuff in mind, or perhaps he only wanted agreeable hostages, either way the gas would have allowed him to have complete and utter control over their actions.

[But okay. He's going to try to play this cool. Perhaps John won't take advantage of it. Much.]

[blogging_mystery]

And you got dosed... maybe you shouldn't tell Lestrade just yet Sherlock in fact don't tell the yard until it's worn off. Think of what could happen if certain people we work with down there find you you've been made obedient.

[ oh this should be fun, not that john would take advantage. Much. ]

[seesobserves]

[Pause. Legitimate pause of his own free will.]

You know, that's actually a sensible idea. Gossips. Who knows what they'd have me doing.

[Not making eye contact with John just now, nope. Sherlock goes back to eating. Not much left on his plate now.]

[blogging_mystery]

This is rather funny. [ john laughs putting a bit more food on his plate. ] But yes best stay away from the Yard until this wears off.

I can think of a couple more amusing things they might have you do.

[seesobserves]

Mmn. Can you.

[blogging_mystery]

you can't? [ John snorts ] What sort of things would you have someone do? [ He finishes up his dinner and pats his napkin across his mouth. ]

[seesobserves]

[Choosing his words carefully...]

That would depend on who it was.

[blogging_mystery]

[ Eyebrow ] Let say it was me.

[seesobserves]

Irrelevant. You always do what I ask anyway.

[blogging_mystery]

I do not.... [ he rolls his eyes. ] You call everyone else boring and you can't get a creative thought in that head.

[seesobserves]

[The only reason he was able to dodge the question is that it was a question, not a request or command. But now John's gone and insulted his imagination. Can't have that.]

Most people I would tell to be silent. Silence is a gift whose value only grows over time. As far as special cases... again, it would depend upon the person and what use I could get out of them. [In mid-thought, he finds his way to chuckling.] Mycroft. Mycroft would be fun. I'd have him sign all sorts of ridiculous memos or make up new laws on the spot. Let me use his special phone. Definitely take back the ban on smoking indoors.

[blogging_mystery]

[ John lets out a warm and honest laugh. ] That would be entertaining to watch. Mycroft would be livid. Finish your dinner so we can get out of here.

[seesobserves]

[He finishes what's on his plate, then flags down the waitress.]

I'll take the rest to go.

[blogging_mystery]

[ John nods to the waitress that he'll do the same. ] So do you have any idea how long until the drug where's off?

[seesobserves]

Well, it's an inhalant. Only got a brief shot. I'd say another hour at most.

[blogging_mystery]

Well that's good, suppose you'll be back to your old ignoring all the words that come out of my mouth ways soon enough. [ He teases lightly. ]

[seesobserves]

Best get your shots in now.

[Since he assumes John will be anyway.]

Do try and respect my free will a bit.

[blogging_mystery]

You really think I would torture you for my own amusement?

You evaded the question of what you would have me do. So what would you make me do Sherlock?

[seesobserves]

It - would - depend on what I needed from you! You're not like Mycroft or Lestrade, you don't have any particular powers to exploit other than your blog and the attentions of all those girls you write to, and neither of those are particularly worthy of my attention. You're welcome to them.

[But John's probably not going to be satisfied with that answer. He shrugs.] Little things. I'd probably make you buy me a whole carton of cigarettes, for a start.

[blogging_mystery]

[ John snorts ] That sounds about right. Tell you want you can one cigarette tonight, and no patches. That's it.