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[seesthebattlefield]

[The camera feed kicks on to the familiar sight of replica 221B Bakerstreet- not so familiar, however, is the crew-cut blonde ex-soldier wandering aimlessly between checking the window, and trying to look composed.

John Watson has no idea what is going on.

His day started normal enough. He walked into the living room, went to grab his favorite mug, thought to check the weather-- and couldn't help but notice London was gone. As this was more than a bit not good; the man could now be seen muttering tersely beneath his breath, seemingly oblivious to the recording device on the adjacent table.]

Okay, John Watson, think...

[Had the lab in Baskerville triggered something? Even if an episode with this sort of effect was seldom heard of, random bouts of amnesia did not speak well for the sanity of a war veteran who supposedly had PTSD. Hmm... Well, if he is losing his mind, the best reaction will be to not react at all. Yes. He just has to wait this out; have a lie down in his chair. Resolutely, the doctor straightens his shoulders.

At last John's eyes narrow at the sight of the dreamberry. Hello Somarium.]

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[Private Video: Encrypted]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock is still in hospital, still refusing "healing arts" and still bored out of his mind - sorry Vekk, he aches too much to concentrate. So, yes he's monitoring the network for anything at all. That's when a familiar voice comes on. It's one he's wanted to hear since... well since John had left. Damn. John's at Baker Street. He cannot meet Subaru. Not yet. And he doesn't want anyone else to tell John.]

John, I'm sending you a map and directions to a hospital. I want you to meet me here. Stop at Bart's, pick up some morphine, and get here as soon as you can. Don't ask questions, don't talk to anyone, I'll explain everything when you get here.

[Sherlock fully expects to have to have a conversation, but he's not really in the mood for that.]

[Private Video: Encrypted]

[seesthebattlefield]

[Uh, no, sorry Sherlock lets start about the part where you are suddenly injured.]

Sherlock? Jesus CHRIST, why are you in the hospital?!

[Your conversation is not going to wait. He left you alone for barely an hour, mate, an hour!!]

[Private Video: Encrypted]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs. Why does John always insist on doing things the tedious ways. Sherlock is so close to getting the pain relief he desires, that he doesn't beat around the bush.]

I presume you've looked out the windows and so you are questioning what has happened to the view you are familiar with. Well, you're not in London anymore. Bring morphine to the me and I'll explain everything.

[Sherlock expects that John will be looking at his image carefully, clearly he's not faking his injuries. Sherlock sighs again.]

Punctured lung among other things. So, quick as you like...

[The sooner you get here, John, the sooner he'll explain it.]

[Private Video: Encrypted]

[seesthebattlefield]

[John stares for an expectant second, wondering if Sherlock could somehow deduce the fact he was feeling delusional-- and decides the relief of the idea is worth it too much to care.]

Oh thank god.

[He sags against the table, rubbing his hand over his face.]

Mm. Morphine. Right.

[In monotone he repeats the details, simultaneously trying to grasp it while also gathering his things and wandering about the flat. Hmm? Now where is his coat, he could swear he just left it over here??]

Punctured lung?

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[fraternalism]

[Good morning, John. You see Mycroft's expression? It somehow looks smug even though he's not smiling.

Apparently it's called slight amusement.]

John.

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[seesthebattlefield]

Mycroft.

[And the face Mycroft is getting back? Obviously it is one that belongs to a perfectly sane individual; to someone who is going to behave as though everything around him is as normal as can be. Because obviously it is.]

Er. Hello?

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[fraternalism]

Hello.

[Raises both eyebrows. Yes, this place is messed up. Even Mycroft can agree with John's sentiments.]

Has Sherlock spoken to you yet?

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[seesthebattlefield]

Uh, yeah, actually.

[John trails off, unsure of how much to give away. The detective was rattling off demands on the other line as they spoke; John takes a moment to regard the message. Yup, everything as per usual.]

Says he's at a hospital?

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[tokyo_vampire]

[Vampires have a very good sense of what is around them. Heightened senses and all that. So he knows almost immediately when someone appears in the apartment. Knowing that Sherlock is still in the hospital, Subaru's entire body tenses. He certainly didn't invite anyone in and most people knew Sherlock is away..so this means it is some kind of intruder.

Subaru spends most of his daytime hours inside since the sun makes him feel weak. He doesn't die like the vampires in some myths, but it certainly isn't as refreshing as it might be for some. So instead he either naps in the quiet of the day, or takes the time to clean the home. Today he had chosen to clean and was doing so in the room he had been given. This has all been interrupted now, however.

Eyes change to a nearly glowing yellow color as those vampire abilities activate. He's ready to defend their home if he needs to. Stalking the prey, he moves silently down the hall until he can see the main room where the intruder is standing.]

Who are you and why are you here? [The tone is rather no-nonsense as he keeps his distance, still keeping to the shadows of the hallway.]

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[seesthebattlefield]

[John tenses, military instincts kicking in, instantly changing his posture. His stance becomes more squared off, legs firmly rooted to the ground, but he makes no move to reach for a weapon. With the morning he has been having, he doubts he'd find one anyway.
Still, he regards the individual- did that man really just come out of his room??- with a narrowed glance and something between a scoff and a laugh. Um, excuse you, burglar; he doesn't have to explain himself to you.]

Well, I'd say I'm living here; this being my flat.

[Sherlock is in the hospital and now there is a break in; lovely, just lovely.]

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[tokyo_vampire]

[Subaru's eyes narrow and it takes a moment for him to access what might be going on. He stays quiet as he looks John over. Sherlock said that this looked just like his place back home and if this person believed they were in that place..Subaru is smart enough to know what that might mean but he still has to be cautious to make sure this isn't a trick.]

Yours? This flat belongs to Sherlock..

[There is less venom in Subaru's words and more curiosity. If this is the man he thinks it is, then he really is the intruder now. But seeing how he has no idea what John looked like..he really is going to simply have to rely on trust.]

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[seesthebattlefield]

[The doctor fights back the urge to roll his eyes at the mention of Sherlock. Just once he would like be regarded as a person and not just an extension of the detective. He is 500% done with today.]

Thing about the term flat-share; it usually implies more than one person.

[The hostility in John has yet to die completely, would take a moment to die down even if he wanted it to; there are still too many possibilities. This person doesn't necessarily look dangerous... more than being responsible for Sherlock injuries, it seems more likely they just heard of the detective's hospitalization and decided to make themselves comfortable in an abandoned flat. Either way, John is trying to stay civil.]

D'you want me to get the deed from Mrs. Hudson?

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[payingfordeliverance]

[Break is sitting down to snoop through today's Dreamberry posts over his dinner, at some absurd hour that isn't actually dinnertime at all, when he runs across this one. Slowly, watching John go around being confused and concerned, Break purses his lips and considers. He's never met this man, nor even really heard much about him. But there was a certain dream with a certain detective, once, a dream that no one who doesn't already know about it is ever going to hear about unless Sherlock spills, and John was in that dream. He's well aware of just who the former soldier is precious to, and so he cuts right to the chase.]

Mister Watson, has Mister Holmes gotten a hold of you yet?

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[seesthebattlefield]

[Unaware the camera feed is still rolling, John snorts to himself, muttering beneath his breathe.]

Yes, but which one?

[Somehow hearing Sherlock addressed as anything formal just sounded wrong; this person may as well have been referring to Mycroft. Fortunately; both was the answer.]

He did. Ta.

[Had the git actually explained anything? No.
John pauses, warily.]

Who am I speaking to?

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[payingfordeliverance]

[Aha. Well, since he's already been caught by the proper people, Break really has no need to be meddlesome here. All the same, he harasses Sherlock enough that he's bound to wind up interacting properly with John sooner or later, so he won't drop the conversation immediately. He is curious, truth be told, of just what sort of man could have managed to worm his way so thoroughly into Sherlock's good graces.]

My name is Xerxes Break. I am an acquaintance of Sir Consulting Detective. He is one of the first people I met in this place.

[You might even say "friend", if you were to squint at Break and Sherlock on a good day, which neither of them will.]

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[seesthebattlefield]

[Break's choice of wording is a good one, considering Sherlock's own reaction to an enemy being more comfortable than a friend. Well, that's how it used to be anyway. 'I’ve just got one.']

John Watson.

When you say this place

[What was it Subaru called it?]

Somarium, you mean?

[It is a lot harder to be skeptical now that he is outside the apartment.]

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[healinguilt]

Dr. Watson, so you've returned.

You may not remember me, but I am Dr. Kimishima, a doctor at Caduceus Somni, the hospital here. I presume you've been debriefed of your situation by now...?

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[seesthebattlefield]

Oh, cheers.

[John tilts his head in greeting; he certainly appears to be faring much better.]

Yes, next time I find myself waking up in a foreign world, I'll remember to ask for the starter guide.

[Really. Someone could have mentioned.]

So you run the hospital, then?

[healinguilt]

Of a way. But, 'run' would be a far too generous term. There are only three members of the staff, as all other medical personnel have returned to their worlds, or have completely vanished. The hospital is mostly on lock-down because of this, and those who remain do what we can. Thankfully-- last incident aside-- there are not many who are in need of emergency services.

[seesthebattlefield]

That's not very many...

[John sympathizes with a murmur. Even in locum, a mere three employees is a joke]

So you've just the one hospital for every practice? Guess there aren't too many outbreaks, this place being an experiment and all.

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[deatheagle]

[Liz likes what she sees!]

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[deatheagle]

Hey there! You look lost.

[Video] Pfft oh Liz (also, sorry for the delay!)

[seesthebattlefield]

[A mild chuckle.]

Ah, well um, no. Not quite.

[John frowns. He is still at Bakerstreet, it's just everything else that is... misplaced.]

Sorry, how did you get this number?

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[cowering]

AH! [ there may have been a squeak mixed into that screen as pierce very obviously fumbles and drops the dreamberry ]

I wasn't intruding! I swear! Please don't--chuuu.... [ he really did just pick up the thing, and is just very easily startled ]

[video] So sorry for the wait!

[seesthebattlefield]

[John blinks in concern. When he picked up the phone, this is the last thing he expected on screen. Or-- off screen; where did they go?.]

Er. Hello?

[Intruding??]

Sorry, I think you've got your number wrong?