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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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The mistletoe hybrid was, finally, under control, and confined to its own corner until the Valkyrie could figure out what to do with it. It wasn't dangerous, but even Meja had grown weary of feeling the same chemical happiness whenever she'd stepped into the room.
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He tucked his hands into his pockets and prepared to follow in step with Meja.
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"Is it dangerous, this building?" Left behind too, that was an interesting thing. John had spoken to one person who assured him they'd been kidnapped by religious fanatics and he was just starting to get the impression that he might have been made a fool of.
Such was his life.
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She'd just hoped, after the dwarven maze, to be done with such things.
"The building itself? Possibly. I was speaking more of the objects and, potentially, the people within it. But the building is... quite interesting, and illogical, as I'm sure you've noticed wandering around it."
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"I can't seem to get a feel for the layout. Which is a bit odd, I'm actually quite good with directions, normally."
And he was curious. Far too curious to simply wait in his room for clues to show up at his door.
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Meja shrugged. One of the bizarre aspects of living in the Center was dealing with its lack of herence to the laws of physics.
"It can be a little maddening," she admitted.
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Then he wanted to find that Gabriel character and scowl a bit.
But really. It was all just going to take some getting used to.
"Hydroponics?" John was asking if they were close to it. He'd been in a few laboratories over the years, but the ones with green and growing things were by far, the better ones.
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She opened the door, heading inside. Windows were something that the lab had in abundance, showing the forest outside, as well as a massive skylight. There were counters and cupboards all around the room, the center dominated by lines of plants growing in planters with protective runes etched into them. Some were native to Earth, or a version of it, but some weren't.
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John swung his hands forward as he walked around to take a look at things.
"A personal project?" The cultivated rows of pots and runes were something that he just had to inspect closer. Of course, he didn't know that language.
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Even discovering the place had been a group project, between she and Anita. Meja was half-tempted to note the fact that not sleeping meant she could man the lab at odd hours that only she and the angels had in common — so far as she knew — but she didn't broach that particular subject, just yet. John had only just arrived. It seemed rude to bombard him with that particular information; he'd find out in due time.
"I like greenery better than fluorescent lighting," she admitted, "so I'm in here a lot."