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damnmyleg[Three months since they first arrived in Luceti. Three months to adjust to this place, to having wings (John's were a bit beat up, but what could he complain about?), all the people here and - Good Lord -- the lack of money was rather intoxicating. He'd always been having trouble keeping it ever since he was discharged, now he finally didn't need it.
Luceti was quickly becoming a sort of haven for John Watson. Where in London he was going between wanting normalcy to wanting adventure in almost bi monthly cycles, here he had both and plenty of. Life was nice here, and when things got too...dull there were the drafts. (of which he disapproved but the danger was irresistible.) The mallynapping was the worst thing he could think of in this place and truly it was just as worse each time. John could only hope it wouldn't be his turn any time soon. What in the world could they do to him?
He didn't quite like to think about that.
John was, as it turned out, very good at distracting himself. He could do whatever really came to mind - which wasn't a lot but it was good. For him at least. He even managed to set up a little practice in the town, what with there not being a modern time doctor around.
That always weirded him out, the time differences. And the different realities people seemed to be from. You'd never see a walking, talking turtle in London but here no one so much as batted an eyelash!
Speaking of being weirded out - here he was at the library for nostalgia's sake (he really preferred reading books to computer screens too.) when he found a section with books titled completely with Sherlock's name. He didn't dare open them but he did open his journal up to write a question, hoping someone might know without messing with his head.]
Who's this Arthur Conan Doyle fellow?
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Player Name: Kim
Are you new?: Nope
Character Name: Doctor John H. Watson
Character Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
Luceti was quickly becoming a sort of haven for John Watson. Where in London he was going between wanting normalcy to wanting adventure in almost bi monthly cycles, here he had both and plenty of. Life was nice here, and when things got too...dull there were the drafts. (of which he disapproved but the danger was irresistible.) The mallynapping was the worst thing he could think of in this place and truly it was just as worse each time. John could only hope it wouldn't be his turn any time soon. What in the world could they do to him?
He didn't quite like to think about that.
John was, as it turned out, very good at distracting himself. He could do whatever really came to mind - which wasn't a lot but it was good. For him at least. He even managed to set up a little practice in the town, what with there not being a modern time doctor around.
That always weirded him out, the time differences. And the different realities people seemed to be from. You'd never see a walking, talking turtle in London but here no one so much as batted an eyelash!
Speaking of being weirded out - here he was at the library for nostalgia's sake (he really preferred reading books to computer screens too.) when he found a section with books titled completely with Sherlock's name. He didn't dare open them but he did open his journal up to write a question, hoping someone might know without messing with his head.]
Who's this Arthur Conan Doyle fellow?
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Player Name: Kim
Are you new?: Nope
Character Name: Doctor John H. Watson
Character Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
