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ataraxion2012-05-07 10:13 pm
doctorings) wrote in ataraxion2012-05-07 10:13 pm
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[ this is unusual at best, but john watson is the adapting sort. he has to when his best friend (arguably. loathing as he would be to admit it) is sherlock holmes. this is simply part and par for the course. for the most part, he has kept a low profile, asking questions to find out pertinent information. and even figured out how to use this little device. sort of. it's like a handheld typewriter. fascinating.
except he doesn't know it broadcasts out to everyone. w h o o p s. ]
The imagination is a powerful tool.
Except I cannot help but wonder if this is less imagination and more hallucination. Last I remember, I was at home in the study and the next moment--as if reality itself had shifted--I was covered in an unidentifiable substance. Blue in color, nearly gelatinous in texture but washed away cleanly in the showers. No visible harm, no internal damage from what I can assess. Curious, really.
From what I have gathered this is a ship in space. Seems highly far fetched to me. How is a ship able to move through air and no water? Something does not ring right about this place, as if a mystery is unfolding down each strangely dark corridor. Even some odd demon-like possessions as it were. Surely a place worthy to keep Holmes busy for at least a week.
[ on the other end of the device—and he'd INHERENTLY disagree if anyone saw. but there's almost a nostalgic sort of smile that passes over his lips. but then it's gone nearly as quickly as it came. ]
Too bad you have to miss this, old chap.
except he doesn't know it broadcasts out to everyone. w h o o p s. ]
The imagination is a powerful tool.
Except I cannot help but wonder if this is less imagination and more hallucination. Last I remember, I was at home in the study and the next moment--as if reality itself had shifted--I was covered in an unidentifiable substance. Blue in color, nearly gelatinous in texture but washed away cleanly in the showers. No visible harm, no internal damage from what I can assess. Curious, really.
From what I have gathered this is a ship in space. Seems highly far fetched to me. How is a ship able to move through air and no water? Something does not ring right about this place, as if a mystery is unfolding down each strangely dark corridor. Even some odd demon-like possessions as it were. Surely a place worthy to keep Holmes busy for at least a week.
[ on the other end of the device—and he'd INHERENTLY disagree if anyone saw. but there's almost a nostalgic sort of smile that passes over his lips. but then it's gone nearly as quickly as it came. ]
Too bad you have to miss this, old chap.
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They don't stay in place. They're pulled toward the sun by the sun's
gravity in an almost circular path.That causes the planets to spin.
That's why there's day and night, because the part of the planet
spins to face the sun all the time, and seasons because sometimes
the planet moves different distances from the sun. It's why the sun
seems to move in the sky. But it doesn't move, it's the planet that does.
That's how it was on my planet, anyway. Most things in space slowly
gravitate toward the biggest mass; usually a star - the sun is a star.
I don't know how the ship moves, but probably it uses some sort of
propulsion. Like a machine that makes air by turning? But probably
more like an exploding chemical reaction that knocks us away from
whatever direction we're getting away from. Without that we would
slowly float to the nearest mass.
Sorry, that's a lot to read.
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It was more of a hypothetical sort. Something like when you know what the correct answer is, see it, yet one detail leaves you in a quandary. Much like I recognize gravity, space and ships respectively. Even chemical reactions to a rudimentary degree.
However, it's placing them all together that seems to cause the hiccup from sight to fact.
It's unnecessary to apologize; welcomed, really.
no subject
I understand. It's also difficult to decide what's an important
fact and what isn't. But I hope that helps a little.
Do you have any other questions I can help you with?
Keeping in mind a lot of explanation about how or why
we're here is a lot of conjecture.
no subject
Indeed it does. Every bit of information helps... even if I don't believe it.
No, I'm afraid my queries are ones that either cannot be answered or will just bring up further questions that I may just not want to know the answer. [ i.e. how the hell there are duplicates, why in the name of the queen are they here, and so on. ] Although, perhaps just one—might I be able to find Epsom salt aboard?
no subject
What do you want Epsom salt for?
You don't have hypomagnesemia,
do you?
[ John, it's not your business if he... you... are possibly an alcoholic. ]
no subject
No, nothing like that. I've just... | [ he actually hesitates for a second to think of how to word this. ]
That is the first thing that comes to mind to quickly dry out poppy flowers.
[ because now he knows exactly why the plant was placed in his locker upon arrival ]
private 30%
There are already refined opiates available, but if this
is for who I think it is, I'd suggest you reconsider the
fact he has been clean for months now and it may do
more harm than good if you let him relapse. There are
less addictive sedatives available.
[ not here ]
[ not here ]
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[ because that's the most important thing, yes. but then, ]
You're familiar with him, then?
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[ A pause, then another text. ]
Unfortunately.
[ Another pause. Reluctantly: ]
Sometimes.
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I'm sorry.
[ because LMAO. he knows how holmes is. and even though it's not even remotely close to watson's responsibility, he feels like it is. like he needs to apologize to this TOTAL STRANGER ]
Sometimes?
private 30%
He's not a complete tit all the time.
Sometimes he sleeps or has food in his mouth.
private 30%
[ because even in those rare moments of sleep he's still a complete ass. but anyway, john. time to get down to brass tacks here and get this over with. ]
If you don't mind my asking, may I inquire who you are?
private 30%
There's a slow sigh through his nose for the question. Right, well, thanks for helping him beat around the bush and all, Watson. ]
You can ask, but I think you already know the answer.
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there's something overtly thrilling and slightly... ....insane.... about this. talking to this him that isn't him. watson did know—or, at least he assumed quite heavily, who the person is on the other end. ]
I suppose I just wanted the absolute, unquestioning confirmation. As if that will somehow make it easier to believe.
private 30%
My name is John Watson, and before I was yanked into this place, I was running around London in 2010 with a madman and writing about it. Things were a bit simpler then.
If that doesn't do it for you, sort it out with Holmes and come back to it. I'm bound to be in the medical bay.
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Honestly, I don't believe sorting it with Holmes will help either. In fact, it's liable to make it much worse. I've already been asked to assist in the medical bay, so I am positive I will come across you sooner rather than later.
[ there's just a brief pause and then ]
Assuming that is... alright with you?
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It has to be done.
[ That's what it all boils down to, really. He could explain more about the importance of making Holmes a priority, but he's realized... Maybe he doesn't have to. Over a decade of companionship, Holmes had said. John doesn't doubt it'll be ugly. It'd gotten ugly when he'd been told. But it needs doing. Both of them need it. ]
We need all the help we can get. Getting you up to speed on the equipment and practices here would be a priority. Come when you're up to it.
[ We're just... not going to address it head on, apparently. ]
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I shall do just that and not delay much further.