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dreamnet2014-02-24 08:09 pm
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.]
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[At first, that's all he types. Sherlock will fill him in on all the details if he hasn't already, so there's no need for Break to waste his efforts. But after a bit of thought, he adds:]
A bit of a difficult place to wrap one's head around, isn't it?
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[John isn't one to confide in complete strangers on the best of days, but right now he needs this.]
Were there not so many going along with this, I would think I'd have gone mental. Do I even want to know why someone bothered to duplicate the flat?
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[Because the world wasn't creepy enough already, obviously.]
You've been warned that the Dreamberries enjoy broadcasting such things?
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[He had been rather surprised when all these random people decided to call him in the middle of his internal crisis.]
Is that how you got this number? I'm on camera somewhere?
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You are indeed! The camera inside the very gadget you hold in your hand.