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seesthebattlefield) wrote in dreamnet2014-02-24 08:09 pm
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[Video] 001
[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.]
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.]
[Action]
[He takes a breath and sits up a bit more - the little bit of morphine is helping - but it's clear it's not quite enough. He's not faking, John.]
Our last case. What was it?
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My memory is fine, Sherlock.
[If there is one thing thought that unnerves him, it is being less than he should be. John refuses to accept there is a gap in his memory; but with the evidence stacking against him, it's getting harder to deny.]
You know what it was.
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Maybe mine isn't! Answer the question!
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Fine!! Henry Knight, Dartmoor, Dr. Frankland-- took an unfortunate step!! I haven't.. named it yet. I don't know, the Hounds of Baskerville!
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Good.
[Well, that confirms it.]
How much do you know about this place?
[Action] lol lovely icon words
[John grimaces, the tension from the outburst still dying down.]
I almost asked Mycroft, Sherlock.
[Mycroft.]
Someone mentioned it having to do with dreams.
[Action] Well it's APT considering what scene that is :D
[Sherlock perks his ears at "someone." No matter...]
This place is called Somarium. People from different worlds are all pulled here - I believe for an experiment, though I have yet to discover what kind. A couple of weeks ago, we were attacked by... Natives, I guess, though I doubt anyone is native to this place. I arranged to be kidnapped, I was planning to become one of their side to figure out what was going on, but the other hostages decided to brake out.
Then the rest of the people here raided where we were held captive.
[And no that doesn't explain why Sherlock's in hospital, but it catches John up.]
hehe indeed
Right, lets go back to that bit about different worlds.
So you're saying, everyone that is here.. they don't actually come from this, er, place?
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Yes. And some seem to be from different versions of Earth. When I first arrived, there was another Sherlock Holmes and John Watson here. Though, they were from the late 19th Century.
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[Oh-- hang it all; fine, he'll believe anything at this point.]
More than one version of us, sure, why not?
...And the dreams?
You've got some good tags below too XD
[Sherlock might have paled slightly.]
The device in your hand will broadcast your dreams and nightmares. And sometimes, other people can walk and interact with you in the dreams. They've called it dreamwalking.
[Clearly, Sherlock doesn't want to talk about it.]
Oh I know it! XD I just had time to draft yours before my internet shut off
[John stills; clearly he isn't keen on that discussion either. Three things John Watson does not talk about- his limp, his tremor, and the night terrors that frequently cause both. He tries for a light smile.]
So um. What's been more ridiculous? The food here, or your brother trying to still be the government? Can't imagine he's done too well; his cameras gone and all that.
Oooo Forgot about that!
[He looks John up and down.]
Any other questions?
[Sherlock never promised to have patience.]
Re: Oooo Forgot about that!
Guess he might finally succeed in his dieting, then. There's good news for waistlines.
[The doctor frowns. He really doesn't want the answer to this, but it can't be helped.]
..And you? How long have you been here?
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Nearly eight months.
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[John has taken everything else with a grain of salt- probably a gulp of something ridiculously strong too- but this. This.
Suddenly, sitting in the chair is no longer something John can bear. He stands up quickly, but doesn't make to leave; just stands. Maybe to assure himself his legs won't give out.]
So what you're saying is... I've lost eight months of my life? It's been eight months longer than I remember?
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No... That's how long I've been here. Time here doesn't pass in the same way as it does back there. What's the last thing you remember?
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Oh. uh, well, we were just outside the Cross Keys, just wrapped up the case-
[As mentioned.]
And we were talking about- well, why I'll never take coffee from you again- still not off the hook for that, by the way!
[He points accusingly without looking]
Then we...
[John's brow furrows.]
You know, I can't remember much after that.
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I see.
[His tone is... sad?... somehow.]
Remember when I mentioned people coming from different times?
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You come from a different one?
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Approximately three and a half years in your future.
[Maybe closer to four. His voice sounds like he's deep in thought.]
I can't... I can only tell you that a great deal has happened in that amount of time. More than any of us ever imagined.
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[And here he'd been griping about eight months! For the first time since arriving, John looks, really looks at the detective in front of him. A lot of... subtleties had been present but John had mostly attributed that to his flatmate's poorly health; now he's not so sure. He shrugs.]
Good to know we live that long. I've had my doubts, honestly.
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Good. Those instincts will hopefully keep both of us alive in this place.
[He looks around.]
What are the chances of my getting out of here?
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[John follows Sherlock's glance as well, before returning.]
It sounds like you've been denying treatment.
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If you mean I refuse to be treated with "magic" or "artes" or whatever they want to call it, then of course I have!
Clearly John underestimates his healing powers
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