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trainingwings2011-12-30 08:06 pm
damnmyleg) wrote in trainingwings2011-12-30 08:06 pm
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Oh why am I doing this. [written / action]
[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
[audio]
[...Probably best not to ask what hour it was when he was going through the library.]
[audio]
What time did you even leave?
[audio]
[Though he didn't start reading for some time. And has put it down (and once thrown it into a wall) several times since then.]
[video]
[video]
But that's not the point right now.
The point is that I happened to see my name, found one of these... books... and brought it back to the flat. By then, you'd gone out yourself, so it wasn't as if I could tell you then.
I don't like it, John. It's... wrong. But it's not. It should not be correct. This man lived, John, in the eighteen hundreds. He wrote a story about -- called "The Final Problem" in 1893. I've only glanced at it, John, but it's there.
"Moriarty."
1893, John.
[video]
Anything useful in there?
[video]
We'll need to read them all. Fifty-six short stories, four novels. [Yes, he did just say "we."] Account for changes in the years and technology.
But it's possible. Yes. It's very, very possible that we might find something in these. Something to help us corner him.
[video]
Sherlock, we won't remember anything from here. Nothing. What's the point?
[video]
We have time. We have potential resources. We may have what we need to have him.
And you want to-- to disregard the opportunity because people claim-- with no evidence offered thus far-- we won't retain anything. If we don't, fine. We've only lost time we would have anyway, but if we do and we have done nothing. Then we've lost the time, the resources, and him.
Two of the most dangerous men in England, John. And for all we know, we have the information to snare them in the palms of our hands.