[open] the most interesting man in the world.

[crotesque]

Who: Will Graham + You
Where: By the river.
When: Summer afternoon.
Summary: Fluff log for meeting people and talking.
Rating: G+

Will is a creature of habit. He likes routine, he likes doing the same things over and over again. He likes to be methodical, practiced. It's a comfort when he's reeling from horrible visions the rest of the time, when he's bombarded with the irrationalities of the world. It's difficult to keep to his habits here, however. He didn't realize how deeply he'd rooted down into that house in Wolf Trap until his roots were pulled up.

So today is a day for habit. He's got a dog a this side, a happy looking shepherd with perky ears and a bandaged paw. He also has a cheap folding chair sinking into the wet earth along the river, a plastic cooler full of beer sweating in the sun. And a fishing pole. Maybe it's a little hot for fishing, but overall he doesn't particularly mind. The sound of the water is enough, and occasionally he lets his hand loll down to the side to ruffle the dog's ears.

Comments

[warmgun]

It takes John a long moment to figure out what Will is on about. Dealing with Sherlock has taught him not to entirely dismiss any thread of a conversation or face the younger man's scorn, but he hadn't expected to need it here. John takes another drink of beer and reclines in the grass.

"I'm not sure it's the same for everyone," he replies. "There was a bloke I met with dragon wings when he was..." A vague gesture serves just as well to illustrate the point. "Apart from the costuming department taking their tips from a BBC period drama, though, it was- I don't know. Empowering isn't the right word. It turned my service pistol into an assault rifle, which was handy." The most ridiculous assault rifle known to man, but Will doesn't need to know that. "But I was doing all right with a flamethrower for a bit there."

He pauses to take another drink because this was beginning to sound utterly fantastic in the 'not good' kind of way. Ella, his therapist, would have a field day with all of this if he ever scheduled another appointment.

Once John mulls it over a bit more, he settles on, "It was odd. It let me kill those things easier, though, so I wasn't about to complain. Have you done anything at all with it?"

[crotesque]

That may be a similarity between the two detectives, a necessity of their profession even: the need to keep a constant running monitor of all things at all times. Although, to Will's credit, he recognizes the lack of sequitur. It simply didn't matter much to him because he was going ahead and biting the bullet.

He listens to John's description with a slightly pained look on his face, reaching out to pat the dog's head as some kind of relief from the nonsense.

"No, I haven't," Will just goes ahead and admits, but the fact that he's asking at all means that he's pushing himself towards it. He can't resist the call to duty and he imagines that it's going to be his downfall one of these days. "But I'm... sure it's my pistol."

He takes it from the holster in the back of his jeans. He clears it before he sets it out on his leg. M1911, FBI issue.



(ooc; ...my boy's a vet, so I get some second hand gun knowledge... John probably has a Glock 17, if you hadn't looked up something yourself.)

[warmgun]

(ooc: John actually uses his gun quite a bit in his canon, so I'm going with that one here. I think a Glock 17 is probably more technically accurate, but whatcha gonna do with the BBC props department?)

John breathes in sharply when Will just pulls out his gun. They aren't exactly common in England and flashing one in public is a good way to get every person in the near vicinity to call the police. He looks around at the path to make sure they aren't being watched before leaning in closer, trying to shield the weapon from view. There's not much he can do for the passersby on the opposite shore, but hopefully they won't being eying the two men and the dog too closely.

"Nice," he offers once these minimal precautions are taken. John's a bit more surreptitious as he draws the electric blue magazine clip for his Sig Sauer P226 from his pocket and shows it briefly to Will. "Whatever it is happens when I load this thing into mine. Bit of a shock when I ran out of bullets the first round. You think yours is the gun whole, though?" He tries to envision how Will might activate that. Just... wanting it?