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Who| Sherlock, John, Joan, Punchy, and OPEn
What| Sherlock decides to build a computer.
Where| In the Parking Garage
When| Endish of Week 2
Warnings/Notes| None yet, beyond the general warning of Sherlock being a complete tosser.

He'd been collecting pieces for days. Dissembling anything he came across that could possibly have electronic components in it, building a slowly growing pile of loot where Joan had been stashed while John built her a brace. Eventually, though, she was able to walk again, and Sherlock made the decision to make the final push.

Dragging his companions back to the parking garage with his trusty crowbar in tow and only a few broken ribs, he had all his components wrapped in various pieces of clothing stolen off the backs of glaring manikins. He would have to thank Timaeus for the crowbar later, but for now it was going to come in more useful than the man probably meant it to.

His aim was a vehicle, and he managed to find one that hadn't already been totaled by the other tributes.

"Stand back," He murmured to John and Joan as he angled into the window and cranked the door open before sliding inside. Checked the glove compartment, smirked a thanks to Punchy and drew out the key to hold it up.

"Well. Time to build a computer."

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Joan was in the best position to check out the noise. She sidestepped, dragging her bad leg as much as possible, and peered around the line of cars to see the girl. Joan was well aware that many of the kid here were the most dangerous in the Arena. Still, she figured that there was enough distance between them that if the girl decided to get aggressive, John would be there to defend Joan than the girl could be there to harm her.

Still, she tightened her grip on the crowbar as she called out softly.

"Hey. Do you need help?"

Max knew that even without her enhancements she could overtake the woman and... She took in the leg and immediately knew this was most likely the friend of the Doctor. There had been a familiarity about the older man. He had held himself like a soldier, but he was an old soldier and Max was confident that even with this woman she could take him. That didn't mean she allowed herself to relax as she shook her head at the woman's question; that crowbar she held stood out.

"Is that Doctor with you?" If Joly was any indication on what the Doctors in this world were like then Max felt safe enough.

"You mean John?" Of course he would have met lots of people in the two weeks that they'd been in the Arena. Even Joan met a couple, and she had been stashed away in a hiding place.

"He's here. Do you need him?"

Sherlock pulled himself out of the car, narrowing his eyes to get a look at the perimeter breach, quickly calculating whether or not the intruder was a risk.

And yes. Yes, she was.

"Everything alright, Joan?" He asked stiffly as he made his way over.

"No." John. He was still that Doctor in her head. There was a danger to him that wasn't there with Joly, but she was willing to give the man a chance.

Slowly she steps closer to Joan, unarmed but in no way safe. "You're still injured. Vulnerable." Max frowned at her. "You shouldn't let yourself be seen."

She kept an eye on the new man. Tall, slender, dangerous. There was only a slight hesitation. He held himself...oh. "You should both hide."

"It's fine," Joan said to Sherlock, turning her head a little toward him but keeping her eyes on the girl. Still injured. Of course, John must have mentioned her. She looked at Sherlock, and could tell that he was injured, too. Interesting.

"You can only hide so long," she said, her voice calm and quiet.

Sherlock straightened up, narrowing his eyes slightly as he watched Max. Of course he would be able to read his own condition from a mile away, but he had thought he was doing a decent job of keeping it relatively under wraps otherwise.

"We're fine." He said flatly. "We have a good Doctor."

That word again. It's a stupid, childish fear. John, that Doctor, had said he helped people; Joan was proof of that. The memories of cold eyes watching her reactions as her bones were shattered and her healing timed, those memories were hard to let go of even in this world.

"You're only fine if you're not a liability." She'd been raised to observe what others overlooked. With her abilities she would have easily been able to tell how he was injured, but this world kept her weak.

"Most are content to hide until they have to expose themselves."

Joan glanced at Sherlock, uncertain what his concerns were. Maybe John had told him about this girl, and she was more dangerous than she let on.

"We're not like most," she answered mildly.

"And we are in a Death Match." Waiting for death didn't mean it wouldn't come. Considering how many arenas he had been in, and how likely the chance was that the Capitol simply wouldn't resurrect him after this one, he was going to make the absolute most of his time here.

"Abnormal, we who are about to die, etc, etc," He waved his hand vaguely. "Are you here to speed that along, or indulge in your curiosity."

"Neither." More dramatics over death. What a strange world. "Unless you needed help with your death."

She turned back to the car and yanked out the battery. With her smaller knife she pried off the caps and checked the fluid level. "Avoid the fourth floor. Tell your Doctor the same." The battery went under her arm as she moved to a new car. There was a bit of curiosity over what the tiny group was doing, but she forced herself to focus on her own mission.

"Thanks for the warning," she said, frowning. She hobbled back a couple steps, and shifted her gaze to Sherlock.

"What do you think? The electricity or the acid?"

"I'm going to say electricity," Sherlock said, narrowing his eyes as he watched her across the parking garage. It was a guess, of course, but he hoped a well educated one.

A little miffed, however, considering he was attempting to hoard the electricity for himself.

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