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Alfie Solomons ([personal profile] devoutish) wrote in [community profile] wickedchouette2016-11-03 08:13 pm

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[For two long years, Alfie has been adamant that he's never leaving his world again. He accepts visitors to his own occasionally, but he insists on staying put there himself, refusing to make an exception even for the briefest of trips. He doesn't need to go anywhere else. He doesn't want to go anywhere else. He has his entire life right here in Camden Town (London, England, UK, Europe, Earth), and he's perfectly content to have it stay that way.

This lasts until he gets influenza. It's a particularly bad case even by 1920s standards, and he's heading for hospitalization and isolation. Watson convinces him to come do it in the 21st century.

He's admitted for a week to a hospital in London in the year 2015, where he's pumped full of modern medicine that quickly puts him back on the path to wellness. By the time he's discharged, he's still a little unsteady on his feet, but that has more to do with all the time spend lying around in bed than anything else. Finally, he can go home (to nearly the same point that he had left from - he'd made Watson swear up and down that that was how it worked before he agreed to go). But first, Watson had convinced him to spend a day seeing the sights of the city. Alfie hadn't been too hard to convince. He might as well. He was already here.]

I can't get over the sight of the cars.

[They're walking through the hospital lobby now, towards the front doors. Alfie is leaning on his cane.]

I could see them from the window of my room - it's unbelievable, how fast they go.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2016-11-13 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[For two long years, John's mostly been away from home, exploring other places. Time has stood still, leaving everything as it was, the little flat he'd moved to after Sherlock. His job is still there, none the wiser for his years-long leave of absence. And that comes in handy when he has to rush his 1920s gangster mate into the ER.

St. Bart's takes him, of course, and John has the opportunity to at least say hello to Molly down in the morgue, ask after her... everything. She seems uncomfortable around him, though, and he can't entirely peg why outside of them never being terribly close. She'd been Sherlock's friend, not his.

But now Alfie's healthy, and it's a chance to show him the city! Even if the other man might be eager to get back, John's set on keeping him long enough to get a sense of where his city comes to almost a century on.]

We can take a cab over to Camden Town, if you'd like, see the markets. Also, you've got a hell of a perspective if traffic around London makes the cars look fast, mate.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2016-11-23 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a smile, Alfie's conversation as well as his rapport with the nurses. John's gotten it in the ear from him that his friend is an unruly git. The tone of 'friend' in their voices had just made him side, but such is life.]

Here, then, there's a taxi station just down this way. [Because unlike Sherlock, John rarely has luck catching cabs in the street.] Or... [And here's a thought.] You haven't got the underground in your day. You like the cars, the trains are ten times faster, a whole highway beneath our feet.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2016-11-27 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
You haven't got the Underground like we have. [John knows that much, at least.] We've even got a train now that goes all the way under the Channel and into France.

[John pauses to let Alfie look. It's like walking with a kid... or a tourist. At least he's interested.]

Nah. If you were watching any American shows on the telly, that's what they've got. Ours are black. Here we are.

[They make it to the stand where there's a queue of taxis idling. John opens the door for Alfie and motions him in.]

If you've got a place you want to go particular, just let him know, mate. Otherwise I can get us to one of the markets and we can wander.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2016-12-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The cabbie pipes up, archly, his own Cockney accent coming through:]
He can answer for himself, guv. And no. Missed out on the mind-readin' in school. Don't sound like much of a tourist, but do you ever talk like one.

[John rolls his eyes. As he gets into the cab, shuts the door and doesn't bother to buckle up, either. He's a very poor example of what you should be doing in a modern cab.]

Camden Lock, please.

[The cabbie nods and pulls out into traffic.]

Few more markets than there used to be.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-01-01 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, we got the Stables Market. You want off there, instead? [The cabbie's eyes are on Alfie in the rear view mirror.]

No, the lock, please. We'll walk over there.

[John lowers his voice and leans in a little closer to Alfie.]

It's just a market now. There aren't horse stables anymore. Haven't been for decades.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-02-01 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[John casts Alfie a Look. Really, Alfie? You're incorrigible. The cabbie seems amused, if nothing else.]

That right? Guess I'll listen to the boss, mate.

[It's a relatively uneventful ride the rest of the way, though as they pass over a bridge and the cab pulls into a line, Alfie will be able to see a painted sign on the side of the tramway bridge over the street and people standing and taking pictures of the lock as it's operated.

John lets Alfie hop out, then pays the cabbie.]

So, then, we've got the actual market to step into here, if you'd like, or would you rather have a look at the lock first? See if it's like the old days.
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A million years later...

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-03-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[John's brows rise.]

The city's changed quite a bit since you were walking around it last, mate. You're sure you want to?

[Because John's a little worried he'll be upset if it's become some Italian bakery or maybe a gastropub with a lot of trendy teens hanging around. Worse, yet, it might just be shuttered and abandoned. But he'll acquiesce if Alfie wants it. This is his day in London and John doesn't mind indulging him.]

What was the nearest intersection near it?
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-04-09 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It really is charming having someone from a bygone era around. It reminds you of the wonders of the modern era that you take for granted.]

Need him to slow down, dear?

[John asks, tone incredibly dry, as he keeps a straight face.]
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-04-09 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The cabbie shoots back:]
Not in this traffic, mate.

[John huffs quietly in amusement.] We should hire a car and get you out on the highway proper, somewhere out from the city. You can really get clipping along, so long as you can avoid the police. What's the top speed on your car again?
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-04-09 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Run them down and shoot their tires out.

[John lets that hang for beat before giving Alfie a look.]

What d'you think? They pull them over and give them a ticket if they're going over the speed limit.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-04-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Uh... It varies, Alfie. [John clears his throat, to gain the gangster's attention and flicks his eyes to the cabbie.]

He's an anthropologist. [This is a terrible lie for the cabbie, but the drive isn't that much longer.] Lived with some tribe or other in the South American jungle for an age. Think he's forgotten what civilizations like. Funny guy, right?

[The cabbie just raises a brow.]

Sure, mate.
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[personal profile] jumpthegun 2017-04-30 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)

[The cabbie sounds wholly unconvinced.

John just smiles blithely at him.]

Alfie, leave the buttons alone.

[It's only a little while longer before he stops at the requested intersection. There are large warehouses all around them. John hands over some cash before getting out.]

You want me to wait here, mate?

[The cabbie asks, looking around. The area appears to be relatively deserted; though, not in an abandoned way. Just in the 'it's a Saturday and no one is at work' way.]

Nah, thanks. We'll be fine. Cheers!

[That taken care of, the doctor turns his attention to Alfie.]

Any of the buildings look familiar?