Llewellyn Watts

Monday, Steven and Watts had indulged in a lie-in followed by a late breakfast. Then, they'd gotten dressed up and headed down to the lounge for high tea followed by an evening outing to the symphony. Yesterday, they'd gone to a wine-tasting, from which Watts had come back with several interesting vintages, some of them even local. Canadian wines really had improved over the last century.

Today was- well, traditionally it would be date night, but they'd actually headed out in the afternoon, for a carriage ride tour of Queen's Park.

The weather was a little chilly, though, so Watts had insisted on picking up a couple of mochas at a nearby coffee shop before they headed in to the park, and now he was holding on to both cups so that Steven could step up into the carriage, after which he would follow.

Okay, so this trip had not turned out at all how Watts (or Steven, or Marc) had anticipated, but they'd managed to make the best of it and fit a little bit of touristing in here and there. Like Wednesday afternoon, they'd spent in Toronto and had managed to visit the Jewish market in the Ward (as well as several of Watts's favourite street food vendors).

Last night they'd caught an overnight train from New York back to Toronto, which had allowed them just enough time to fit in dinner and a Broadway show. Because going all the way to New York and not seeing a show seemed just wrong, somehow.

And then of course tonight- their last night before heading back to Fandom tomorrow morning- there was another show, one whose leading man happened to be a friend Watts was eager to introduce to Steven.

"I think you'll like him," he said to Steven as they waited. "I hope you will. He's a good lad."

Watts had been quiet on the carriage ride back to the station, lost in his thoughts regarding the lapel pin and what it could possibly mean. Finding the station house largely abandoned save for the desk sergeant, Watts shook his head as Steven went to sit and wait where he had previously.

"With me," he said instead, as he headed past the constables' desks and ( straight to Brackenreid's office. )
[ooc: NFI, NFB due to distance. Comments welcome. Bent, folded, spindled and mutilated from S15E24 of Murdoch Mysteries, Close Encounters and a liberal sprinkling of S16E02 Sometimes They Come Back Part II with the assistance of the delightfully clever hasaknightjob.]

Checking out the list of persons of interest was turning out to be about as fruitful as their earlier canvassing of the gun stores. Which was to say, nothing anyone had to say was actually of any use.

Name after unhelpful name was crossed off, until-

( One more name... )

( Back at Station House Four... )

[ooc: NFI, NFB due to distance. Comments welcome. Bent, folded, spindled and mutilated from S15E23 & 24 of Murdoch Mysteries, Pay the Piper/Close Encounters & preplayed with the amazing hasaknightjob.]