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entranceway2012-03-05 09:46 pm
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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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[video] ooc: shall we start a separate thread?
[video] ooc: I'm happy to do either
[video] ooc: Perhaps we should, just so I can keep the timelines straight between threads
[video] ooc: never mind, we can keep it here. *lazy*
[action] ooc: /relocates post
[action] ooc: sorryyyyy!
[action] ooc: It's okay
Watson-sama, hello.
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Hello--- I'm sorry, I don't think we were properly introduced.
[He holds out his hand, despite the fact that Naoto obviously knows him.]
Doctor John Watson.
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Naoto Shirogane. I apologise that I did not introduce myself previously.
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Not at all.
[John then folds his hands behind his back. Naoto looks to be in her teens, and John has to wonder for a moment how many people are stuck here who haven't even graduated high school yet. He hates the idea...]
Honestly, you're the first person I'm meeting face-to-face who isn't from my own world.
["Own world," still so, so odd to say.]
How long have you been in Wonderland?
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I arrived some time before Christmas. Though I've been told this isn't the first time I've been here...I'm led to believe that isn't unusual here.
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I didn't realize you can dragged here more then once. Though I suppose with the memory loss it makes sense.
[He frowns, looking over towards the door to the mansion.]
This place is very odd, indeed...
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I figured that would be the case, Sherlock said something vaguely similar. Though I'm not exactly sure I look forward to it...
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They are never something to be anticipated lightly. Often the best we can hope for is that we can survive the days it lasts without casualties.
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Lack of casualties is a good goal to have... Hopefully if anything does happen I can offer whatever help possible as a doctor.
[John would probably be greatly amused if he discovered Naoto's fangirling, and also think it's very sweet. Instead, John considers in the back of his mind that Sherlock might enjoy talking to Naoto, if they haven't already. She seems very clever after all.]
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That I think would certainly be most useful. I'm not certain if we have a designated infirmary here yet but we can change the rooms as we require them so perhaps one could be made.
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True. Sherlock momentarily turned my room into a lab so I suppose a clinic wouldn't be too much of a stretch. I wouldn't be able to man it all the time--
[Ever, if it was up to the detective.]
--but it would be better then nothing. I'll consider it once I've settled in a bit.
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[He pauses, absentmindedly licking his lips in thought and glancing up at the flight of stairs that would lead him back to the mock 221B Baker St. sitting room and the detective that occupied it.]
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Please, don't let me keep you if you would prefer to continue acclimatising.
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No! No... I'm sorry, Naoto. Discussing this with you is very helpful. I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment there. Forgive me.
[He rubs the back of his neck, looking rather ashamed of himself.]
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It's okay. This can be a lot to take in. I found holing up in the library to be helpful. Regardless, it makes sense that you would want time to let everything sink in.
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[Series of revelations Sherlock 'gifted' him with as he first arrived: Sherlock is alive, but actually isn't, he won't remember his time here with Sherlock when he goes back to his world, the world they're trapped in is full of magic, in said world they can die 5 times, AND they're apparently characters from fictional stories from the 1800s according to a majority of the other residents in Wonderland. All this over one cup of tea.]
...You know, you kind of talk similarly to him. The way you phrase things, at least.
[John can't resist a small laugh.]
But you have far more tact--it's refreshing.
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