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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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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.