Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

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((M'kay.. gtg... byee))

[Starryy Skiies]

Solus groaned, eyes flitting open. "Ugh. I really need to work on transporting." She muttered, standing on wobbly legs. Peering around with pricked ears, she quickly shifted into her human form. A Unicorn walking around London might get some unwanted attention. With a soft sigh, she strode out of her alleyway.


Molly sat in her tiny office in the morgue, picking at a turkey sandwich. She wasn't really all that hungry. But she figured she needed to eat. With a sigh, she took a bite from the sandwich, looking around the empty morgue.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade tried not to stare at the tweed wearing man.

He wants his fish fingers with custard.

He wondered where on earth the man had acquired such a strange taste, but nowadays there were all kinds of foreigners. Maybe in some countries, you couldn't get fish fingers without custard, but that sounded very strange.

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Sherlock decided that he might get a better view at Molly's morgue at St. Bartholowmew's Hospital on the other side. He quickly texted her.

Molly, I'm coming over.

-SH

He grabbed his coat and ran down the stairs. "Mrs.Hudson, I'm going out!" he called, sending a quick text to Greg.

What's he ordering?

-SH

He ran outside, into the rain, and sprinted in the direction of where Molly was. He didn't want to go to where he was eating lunch, probably a bit to obvious...

[EO+RS]

Lestrade looked at his phone. He sighed, testing a quick reply.

I told you already.

He kept his constant testing under the table like a boyfriend constantly replying to a girlfriend or something. He smirked. Sherlock would never be intimate.

[Starryy Skiies]

Solus had dashed into the nearest building possible as the rain began to drench her medieval style dress. This building happened to be St, Bartholomews. Molly, having gotten Sherlock's text, quickly freshened her makeup and hair before dashing to the entrance to wait for him. Solus, having gone exploring, bumped right into Molly. Molly's eyes widened, "I'm so sorry! Oh! You're all wet! Come on, lets get you dry. What's your name by the way?" She asked, trying Sherlock.

In my office.
-Molly

"Solus." Came the reply from the shivering, white haired girl.

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Sherlock hailed a Taxi, and hopped in. "St. Bartholomew's Hospital please." He shut the door, and replied Lestrade.

Yes, but what is he drinking? Anything?

-SH

'Fish fingers and custard? That's a bit strange..' Sherlock thought, researching on his phone and mind for any countries that served that. Nothing came up, not on his phone, or his genius mind which he called a 'hard-drive'.
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The taxi stopped at the hospital. He payed the cabbie more than enough, but he didn't care...
Sherlock raced up to the entrance, taking two steps at a time. Molly was waiting for him, but there was a stranger with her. A white haired girl, with slight purple tips. 'Never seen anyone with that sort of hair..' Thought Sherlock.
He greeted Molly with a short wave. And he started deducting information of the strange girl...

[Starryy Skiies]

Molly smiled brightly as Sherlock before handing Solus some clothes. "They're probably too big, sorry. Bathroom's right in there." Solus nodded silent to Molly and Sherlock before going to change. Molly smiled, "Hello Sherlock . What brings you here?" She asked, sitting down and gesturing almost shyly to a chair. Solus stepped out in Molly's clothes. They were a bit big, but worked just fine.

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Sherlock snapped out it when Molly started talking. "I need to go upstairs..." He said, ignoring the chair Molly offered. He started turning away.

[Starryy Skiies]

"Oh. Okay then." Molly said softly. "Well. That's rather rude." Solus retorted softly, putting a hand on her hip. "You should really be nicer." She raised an eyebrow at Sherlock.