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kore_logs2013-12-29 11:42 am
somereliance) wrote in kore_logs2013-12-29 11:42 am
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[day 147; open]
Who: John Watson and Open
When: Day 147
Where: John's room and various.
What: newbie be wandering
At first John just sat a good long while on his bed. It was typical. Though he'd thought himself well beyond the days when he was deliberately trolled by the universe at large. Once he'd stumbled into that sort of role however, the universe seemed reluctant to let him out of it.
His first impressions were poor, that is to say, if this was Mycroft's idea of trying to reconnect through enforced placement. John was going to have to have words with the elder Holmes. Currently the only Holmes, but that was another of those things that John didn't like to think about, so they got brushed back into the recesses of his mind. A much less organized place than one would think for such an upstanding and productive British citizen.
Realization gradually sank in however, this was no effort of Mycrofts to lure him into conversation by means of science experimentation.
He was well and truly stuck.
The where's and why's and how's of the matter spun John's head in circles until it was clear that no matter how often he tried, he was not going to deduce any answers from what was inside his conveniently labeled room. Other minds might prove better at that task, but it was always in John's nature to go and look, even if he might not know what it was he was looking for. Or at.
John H. Watson was the picture of polite curiosity, finding no one outside his room to stop him. He wandered freely.
When: Day 147
Where: John's room and various.
What: newbie be wandering
At first John just sat a good long while on his bed. It was typical. Though he'd thought himself well beyond the days when he was deliberately trolled by the universe at large. Once he'd stumbled into that sort of role however, the universe seemed reluctant to let him out of it.
His first impressions were poor, that is to say, if this was Mycroft's idea of trying to reconnect through enforced placement. John was going to have to have words with the elder Holmes. Currently the only Holmes, but that was another of those things that John didn't like to think about, so they got brushed back into the recesses of his mind. A much less organized place than one would think for such an upstanding and productive British citizen.
Realization gradually sank in however, this was no effort of Mycrofts to lure him into conversation by means of science experimentation.
He was well and truly stuck.
The where's and why's and how's of the matter spun John's head in circles until it was clear that no matter how often he tried, he was not going to deduce any answers from what was inside his conveniently labeled room. Other minds might prove better at that task, but it was always in John's nature to go and look, even if he might not know what it was he was looking for. Or at.
John H. Watson was the picture of polite curiosity, finding no one outside his room to stop him. He wandered freely.
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"As much as can be expected." Settling in really wasn't the first thing that he planned on. Finding answers, if there were any to be found. Finding a way out, which seemed unlikely to be easy either. Last of, finding something to fill his stomach, because he was really only human.
"This place, it's not really.. I'm not in England anymore, am I?"
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"Didja just get that, Dorothy?" He deliberately played up the Southern twang to his accent, though thankfully he went back to his normal (though still strongly American) voice after that one sentence. "Course, we could be in England. Personally I don't think so - it doesn't rain often enough, for one thing - but even if it is, somehow I doubt it's got much in common with the England you're used to."
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"I'm afraid I don't take kindly to the idea of being drugged and transported.. out of the country." Which is as far as John is willing to guess at, even if a silent voice in the back of his mind hints at something closer to the truth.
This isn't the first time he's been kidnapped. As it turns out. But it is the first time there there seemed to be no logical connections.
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But John's idea of what's happened does seem surprisingly... normal. He sways back on his heels and gives him another curious look.
"Am I the first person you've spoken to here, champ?"
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"You are." John was reluctant to admit it, as if that might cost him something in the long run. The price of knowledge however, was probably worth it's payment in pride.
"I'm guessing that means I've missed out on something very important."
And very obvious.
John knew that feeling well enough.
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"Pretty important, yeah." He'd already said they might be in England, so that ruled out aliens, which would have been his first choice. Hm... "I guess that means you don't know about the Asatru yet, huh? Y'know-- the 'scientists' who brought us here?"
Punctuated with actual air-quotes, of course. Subtlety didn't come naturally to Gabriel.
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Still. He really doesn't know enough to be suspicious of Gabriel, aside from a general wisdom about not completely trusting strangers.
"Asatru?"
Then again, this was the man that once killed someone over an acquaintance. So John's nature can often be used against him. "I don't know anything about them."
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Oh, this was good. Or at least, it had the potential to be. Gabriel affected a studied neutral expression: mostly disinterested, with a hint of smug magnanimity.
"They'd like us to think they're scientists. But look around, pal - you're a smart guy, does this place look like a lab to you? Sure, it's got the decor, but apart from that - zilch. What are they testing? How are they testing it? Why are they testing it? It doesn't make sense, right?" He paused for a split-second, but not long enough for any kind of answer. "A couple months back, one of the people in here turned out to be a double agent. An inside man. I don't know if he got cold feet or he just screwed up, but either way, he told us the truth... with a little, uh, persuasion. Course, we didn't believe him at first, but then the Asatru pulled him out from right under our noses... and destroyed all the evidence he'd given us. I don't know about you, but that sounds like a cover-up to me."
He tilted his head, letting his expression go from just conspiratorial to a smirk.
"The Asatru aren't scientists. They're a religious political group who wanna bring about Ragnarok - the end of the world as we know it. We don't know exactly how - nukes, technology, biological warfare, whatever, but they're the ones who've brought us here. Political opponents, political opponents' families, people they think might be useful in bring about Ragnarok or surviving after it... that sort of thing. Depending how you look at it, I guess you could say we got lucky. But personally, I wouldn't."
He stopped, fixing John with a serious look that didn't seem quite at home on his face. Ostensibly it was to impress him with the gravity of their situation - really, it was mostly because he was trying to figure out whether he'd bought it. He was pretty sure he'd gone a bit over the top, and he knew there were some holes in his story, but even if he couldn't salvage the story, he'd already had a good amount of fun with it.
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And he lived with conspiracy prone types for a goodly amount of time prior to this little kidnapping.
"I-" John hums a little, brows furrowed and at a loss.
Surviving an Apocalypse? Him?
"Do you think they're Russian?" Because if anyone was going to store up people for a post world ending setting, it was going to be the most pragmatic people possible.
Still. It all seemed pretty thin on evidence. "Is anyone trying to stop them?"
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A better response than he'd hoped for. 'Do you think they're Russian' - either this guy watched way too many James Bond movies, or he was actually familiar with these sorts of goings-on in his own world. He was hoping for the former - it'd make him easier to fool... though admittedly he'd have to be careful of recycling Bond plotlines if this charade carried on much longer.
"Some people tried. They're here with the rest of us deviants now." He sighed, trying (and maybe even managing!) to look concerned. "No one can get any kind of contact with the outside world. I'd like to think there's someone still trying who hasn't got themselves stuck in here yet, but I don't know... I just don't know."
Perhaps a little far, but Gabriel's sincerity was rusty. Relying on serious moments in TV shows seemed like the way to go, so score one for dramatic repetition.
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Eventually all of this would be written down and logged away, and then John might begin to rethink the trail that led him on a Russian Red Haring hunt.
"There has got to be a way. To call out. Or is that just someone's sense of humor, to give us phones that can't reach 9-9-9."
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At least that one was easily explained away. And more importantly it allowed Gabriel to let a little sarcasm into his voice and expression - perhaps that wouldn't have been more important for someone else, or even just most other people, but Gabriel just wasn't capable of going very long without snarking. Without an opportunity to do it at an appropriate point in the conversation, no doubt it would've slipped out sooner or later... which probably wouldn't have been very helpful to his cause.
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It took all kinds to make the world run around. But without a normal frame of reference, John was just going to do his best to judge his company's character by how it played out. No one ever said that John was the smartest of men, after all.
"So what do we do, in the meantime?"
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"Thanks for the talk, Gabriel."
For leaving him under the impression that they've been kidnapped by Russian Fanatics.
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Or, perhaps, don't. Might be best for everyone thatway - Harry and Gabriel might be a bit of a dangerous mix for the community. But that can be left to John's discretion without too much interference, because at this point Gabriel straightens up and removes his hands from his pockets, evidently preparing to leave.
"No problem, champ. Always happy to help, that's me. See y'round."
With which he waggles his fingers in what passes for a wave, and disappears.