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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
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Normally, Sherlock Holmes has no real interest in literature. Like astronomy, what others might consider "primary school knowledge" he considers "useless." But his name... Curiosity and ego both needed sating at seeing that on the library shelves. ...Admittedly, he'd looked up his own name in the library database for the same reason he plugged his name occasionally into search engines. He wanted to know.
And he had found this.]
"...Observation with me is second nature. You appeared to be surprised when I told you, on our first meeting, that you had come from Afghanistan."
"You were told, no doubt."
"Nothing of the sort. I knew you came from Afghanistan. From long habit the train of thoughts ran so swiftly through my mind that I arrived at the conclusion without being conscious of intermediate steps. There were such steps, however. The train of reasoning ran, "Here is a gentleman of a medical type, but with the air of a military man. Clearly an army doctor, then. He has just come from the tropics, for his face is dark, and that is not the natural tint of his skin, for his wrists are fair. He has undergone hardship and sickness, as his haggard face says clearly. His left arm has been injured. He holds it in a stiff and unnatural manner. Where in the tropics could an English army doctor have seen much hardship and got his arm wounded? Clearly in Afghanistan." The whole train of thought did not occupy a second. I then remarked that you came from Afghanistan, and you were astonished."
"It is simple enough as you explain it," I said, smiling. "You remind me of Edgar Allan Poe's Dupin. I had no idea that such individuals did exist outside of stories."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet, 1887.
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[Action] Late as hell, so idk if you still want to reply!
She also isn't exactly observant, but eventually, she does notice she has company. Oh, it's that nice man who came here a little while ago. Time to wander over!]
Hello.
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