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"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."
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cross_and_bow
"Yes, I know. Out we go," she says, making for the door. "Oh, and as long as Shell Bell's still here tomorrow, she can teleport us to L.A., we won't have to go early and put you under a tarp after all."
cross_and_bow
Yes indeed. "You didn't wind up kissing Tony in front of Giles," observes Juliet, when they're out of the Watcher's earshot.
eversomuchfun
"First Tony must be satisfied that the house will not fall down," he says. "Then he will install the nonessentials and check them over. Then he will conjure and install the crucial hardware."
cross_and_bow
"Ah, I see. So he's doing architecture first," laughs Juliet.
cross_and_bow
"I bet the swearing is essential to the process," says Juliet, nodding.
cross_and_bow
"I wonder how long it'll be until we find Milliways again for them," asks Juliet, more soberly.
cross_and_bow
There's her house. "I told Charlie this morning on my way to the morgue. He wasn't thrilled but he'll live and not shoot at you," she says, and she gives Sherlock a kiss goodnight.
eversomuchfun
Grinning, he kisses back.
"Night, love," he says ever so cheerfully when they are finished kissing.
cross_and_bow
"G'night."
The next day, she does homework of various sorts - catchup from classes, demonology - and she chats with Shell Bell. When night falls, she and Shell Bell teleport to the brick building. Juliet has conjured herself a mask. It looks like a more practical version of something suited for a Viennese carnival, all indigo and black and very understatedly decorative; her hair tucks up in back of it where it slips over her head, and it shadows her eyes to the point of uncertain color while leaving her complete peripheral vision as well as free breathing.
"What do you think, am I at least slightly challenging to identify?" she asks Sherlock when she and Shell Bell land.
The next day, she does homework of various sorts - catchup from classes, demonology - and she chats with Shell Bell. When night falls, she and Shell Bell teleport to the brick building. Juliet has conjured herself a mask. It looks like a more practical version of something suited for a Viennese carnival, all indigo and black and very understatedly decorative; her hair tucks up in back of it where it slips over her head, and it shadows her eyes to the point of uncertain color while leaving her complete peripheral vision as well as free breathing.
"What do you think, am I at least slightly challenging to identify?" she asks Sherlock when she and Shell Bell land.
she_sells_seashells
"I was thinking about the scent thing, and as long as I'm there, I can just flood the room with vanilla or whatever," says Shell Bell. "Also, do we know where we're going any more specifically than L.A.?"