The only reason Sherlock Holmes is in the Trump International Hotel is because of a Moriarty's web. Not because he lives there. Simply just to kill a man. He was just about to get down and presumably fly to Syria or somewhere when the set of elevators door opens. He excepted to see three people, judging by the amount of stops but he did not except to see this.
Sherlock stands in the open space, mouth hanging open, cellphone holding loosely in his hand, as he watches a pirate guy grab the penguin's butt while the penguin tries in vain to hold on to a golden cow-like helmet. His mind goes blank.
"Uh… what?" he manages to articulate. The three figures in the elevator freezes. Four entire seconds pass as Sherlock tries to deduce what is going on. Penguin likes helmet, why in the world is that man wearing a helmet, why in the world is the other man wearing makeup… He would have dropped his phone if it wasn't till the door starts to close. Remembering what he is here for, he quickly puts on an apathetic expression and stalks in.
"Pirate, lost your ship, not a lot of money judging by poorly assemble gun you have at your right side, compass in your pocket is obviously broken with the large crack at the side, at what seems like… a jar of dirt, in your pockets?" Sherlock knits his eyebrows together, wondering why he just said something so trivial. He turns to the demigod in the corner.
"Loki, god of mischief and tricks, you tried to take over New York but sadly, failed, jealous of your older brother, emotionally unstable," he mutters.
Loki frowns. "Why am I the emotionally unstable one?" He protests. Sherlock ignores him. Instead, he turns the rest of his attention to the penguin still clinging on the cow horns Loki had on his head.
"And um…" question marks appears all around the round rubber-like penguin in front of him. The others must not know that he cannot pronounc-
"It's a penguin," the pirate offers, nodding to Gunter's butt.
Sherlock snaps out of his trance. "Er, yes, right, that," he quickly says, face turning into a light shade of red.
Okay, penguins, penguins, penguins, not pengwings, penguins, he reminds himself.
The doors of the elevator begins to close again. Sherlock shuffles to the corner where the numbers were then stays there and pulls out his phone. The elevator embarks to descend.
Three things happen at once. Jack lets go out Gunter's butt. The penguin lets out a happy wenk before hugging tightly to Loki's helmet, earning a deeply annoyed look from the demigod himself. And then the elevator stops.
Jack pulls a face of instant, 'crap all this why didn't I get out when I had the chance' face and starts to make weird moaning noises. The doors slides open. Loki lets out another groan. Standing in front of them, is the Doctor, screwdriver held aloft in his hand, with the most ridiculous grin paste on his face.
"What's with all the unpleasant faces?" He asks.
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