Just another list of consequences of things that we do

[intellectualrapist]

[It's much easier to find Mikado than she expected it to be. The Great Detective Knows. And she knows how he's feeling. That has less to do with their meta bond and more to do with simply having stayed at his side for so long. He's alive, so Willard didn't kill him, so he's atoning in his way.

Erika walks along the Thames until she spots him, busy with his new project. Just saying 'hello' or calling out is far too simple. So, Erika takes it upon herself to hop over, beheading a Deep One in the process. The head rolls off the blade of her scythe and she jabs it in before it can go far. She can be useful!]

I missed you. It looks like you're working hard.

DON'T STOP BELIEVIIIIIIIIIING a.k.a. drunk things

[equipoises]

[Despite how it may seem, Ange is not a drunk or anything like that. But it's Thursday and she's been alternating between wandering aimlessly, wondering what the hell is going on in this city, and staring at Eva's diary for hours on end. Her decision is to find the truth. The truth should be in there. But...

So, Ange finally decides on a drink. Her knapsack containing said diary is clutched to her chest. She won't go anywhere without it. Walking into her usual pub, she doesn't expect much since it's just late afternoon on a Thursday. No familiar faces or anything.

Except there is one. And after rubbing her eyes once, she walks over and sits at his side. This may or may not be one of the first sober words she's spoken to him.]

...Will? Did you buy a bad calendar? Because it's not Friday.