The whole back row of the theatre was silent and stock-still. John wasn't sure he could move if he tried. John wasn't sure he could think if he tried.
Lestrade was the first to speak, uttering an oddly high-pitched and cracked, "Wow."
John jerked his head slightly. Sally Donovan was blinking at the now-blank theatre screen, and Molly Hooper hadn't quite mustered the strength yet to lift her jaw back up to its proper location. Mycroft's eyebrows had disappeared about halfway through the movie, and from the looks of it they were still missing. Mrs. Hudson seemed delighted with the refreshing of ancient nostalgia. Sherlock was the only one who looked befuddled, but for once he actually wasn't saying anything.
"That was amazing," Donovan whispered.
"Amazing," Anderson (whom Sherlock had forced to sit in a different row) echoed.
"I don't know what to do with myself now," Molly admitted, her voice more than tinged with awe.
"I don't know what to do with the London Police Department now," Lestrade replied. He, like everyone else, was still staring ahead vacantly.
John swallowed, and managed to force out some words of his own: "The Avengers."
Everyone nodded, as though John had summed it all up. "The Avengers."
The hush was respectful and awed. Then Sherlock craned his neck around to look at John, his scaly brow deeply furrowed. "I don't understand," he said. "How is Hawkeye like Legolas? The two hold no physical nor psychological similarities."
The entire row groaned. Trust Sherlock to ruin the moment.
This isn't an "official" ConJoHo, but it popped into my head, and so I wrote it. I regret nothing.
So, I've seen The Avengers. My reaction was basically what I just wrote: I couldn't speak (too mindblown), I couldn't think (too mindblown), and I didn't know what to do with myself (too mindblown). I don't recall that ever happening with a movie, certainly not on the level of The Avengers. It's a really good film, guys.
I'll be putting up the proper ConJoHo for May within the next couple weeks.
