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[Video] Entry 001
[The camera flickers on, revealing John sitting up from being sprawled on the ground, holding his head. He groans, hissing to himself. From the grass around him, it looks like he's on the front lawn of the mansion. When he finally peeks through his fingers, the doctor notices the camera--likely his phone. He reaches for it, looking slightly perplexed when he realizes it's recording video--technology was never really his strong suit. He glances around, and when it's obvious he sees nothing familiar, he holds up the camera properly, looking into it with confusion, but resolve.]
This is John Watson, speaking. I'm currently in an unknown area and any sort of information would be... wonderful, thank you.
[The hinting of his military background dissolves slightly at the end of his request, and he gnaws at his lower lip as he observes his surroundings once more. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he mutters to himself;]
Well, one thing's for sure, this certainly isn't London...
[He then snorts in a self deprecating manner.]
Of course it isn't, John. Obvious deduction.
[He's speaking as if mimicking someone else chiding him, but the line of his mouth and the expression in his eyes is fond, if a bit sad, as he looks off. After a moment he remembers he's still on video. Clearing his throat, he fumbles with the phone uselessly a couple of times until the transmission finally shuts off.]
This is John Watson, speaking. I'm currently in an unknown area and any sort of information would be... wonderful, thank you.
[The hinting of his military background dissolves slightly at the end of his request, and he gnaws at his lower lip as he observes his surroundings once more. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he mutters to himself;]
Well, one thing's for sure, this certainly isn't London...
[He then snorts in a self deprecating manner.]
Of course it isn't, John. Obvious deduction.
[He's speaking as if mimicking someone else chiding him, but the line of his mouth and the expression in his eyes is fond, if a bit sad, as he looks off. After a moment he remembers he's still on video. Clearing his throat, he fumbles with the phone uselessly a couple of times until the transmission finally shuts off.]
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Too much?
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Bit too much, yeah...
[He clears his throat raggedly.]
No worries, though, I'll be fine... Just... Yeah, give me a minute to... Uhm...
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Cluedo?
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[John can't help but burst into a string of giggles at the suggestion, sudden as it was. Remembering the last time they attempted the game only made him laugh harder. Or perhaps cry. But not right now. For the moment he can't get anything else out, so he wraps his arms around his stomach, drops his head onto his knees and continues giggling, shoulders shaking.]
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Or not.
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...Sorry, Sherlock... I'll pull it together... just give me a few minutes...
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You get away with a fair deal when I'm not in shock. I'd warn you not to push your luck, but I honestly can't see anything surprising me much at this point...
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[Sherlock is tempted to get him a shock blanket but he still doesn't understand how the hell those are even supposed to work anyway. Like deer stalkers. People create ridiculous, useless things. Sherlock does to a closet door which is the only out of place thing in the sitting room. He pulls a game of cluedo out and tosses it to John.]
Professor Plumb for me.
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Feel free. Though I doubt it'll be anything besides Baker St... I'll be Colonel Mustard.
[He quirks a grin in Sherlock's direction.]
No changing the rules this time, alright?
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[Scowl. Oh, this argument again.]
You do realize that if my only course of action is to deduce what cards you hold based upon what cards I have, I can likely solve the game in a turn?
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[Grins, far more relaxed.]
Oh, come off it, Sherlock. No you can't.
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And I assure you I can. Would you like to make a bet?
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[Quirks an eyebrow]
...A bet, is it? Alright then. What sort of bet?
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[Will a subject go crazy in a completely red room? Does color trigger psychosomatic response? This could be a wonderful opportunity to research....]
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[He stops, he's starting to learn not to question these things by now. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, the doctor considers it, then nods.]
Okay, alright then. And if you can't...
[Normally, he'd bet something about Sherlock getting his own fridge to keep body parts in, perhaps making tea more often, or maybe running more errands for the two of them, something that back in their own world would have made him happy a few months ago... but watching Sherlock commit suicide changed a few of his priorities about the other man.]
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I should probably remind you that 'magic' sort of takes care of most things domestic around here. I could probably still be expected to to the hoovering but I don't think you'd approve of my methods.
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[He decides not to comment on the first part, and reaches down to start setting up the game, blindly picking a single weapon, person and room card and sliding it into the envelope, making sure neither of them can see. Then, he goes through dealing the cards and setting up the game, even though this first move is the only one that really matters. He glances at Sherlock over the top of his cards.]
Right then, deduce away.
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Colonel Mustard, the rope, the study.
[He holds out his hand. Give him the envelope so he can check.]
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Well, I win.
How do you feel about blue?
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Oi, not so fast, let me see!
[Reaches out to try and snag the cards.]
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No need, I already assessed my victory.
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