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kore_logs2014-01-11 06:50 pm
somereliance) wrote in kore_logs2014-01-11 06:50 pm
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[day 151]
Who: Watson and Open. (with a thread for Sherlock)
When: Day 151
Where: Kitchen and various.
What: John has found his footing a bit, but more puzzles have arisen.
Warning: none.
[for sherlock; kitchen]
John was making tea. It was something of a ritual, in fact. He found something different to look at every day he was here, but in the end, tea was always there for him. John was rather fond of tea.
There was someone else he suspected that he was rather fond of, though he couldn't say exactly how it was so. It was something that he needed to discuss with Sherlock.
Sherlock.
Everything else faded a bit when he thought about that too. Well. Now that John was able to think of his friend without wanting to crush his tea cup he thought maybe it was high time to actually see the other man, so he sent a short text, informing Sherlock of his location. Whether the infamous consulting detective would show? That was anyone's guess.
[open]
At some point in the day, John thought it might be nice to stop by the Hydroponics Lab and visit with Meja. She was a nice woman and one could never have enough of those in one's life. Until then, John's feet led him in search of another nice woman. The one that was unforgettable. Only, John seemed to have forgotten her.
He wanted to know why these memories were missing. She was a mystery. Not the kind that could be solved like a case. But.. the kind that took a lifetime to unravel. Here he was thinking thoughts that had no business being tied to strangers but.. well, John was a man of particular quirks of his own. Getting attached far too fast and far too easily was the very least of those.
In the meantime. He looked out for a door with Mary's name on it.
When: Day 151
Where: Kitchen and various.
What: John has found his footing a bit, but more puzzles have arisen.
Warning: none.
[for sherlock; kitchen]
John was making tea. It was something of a ritual, in fact. He found something different to look at every day he was here, but in the end, tea was always there for him. John was rather fond of tea.
There was someone else he suspected that he was rather fond of, though he couldn't say exactly how it was so. It was something that he needed to discuss with Sherlock.
Sherlock.
Everything else faded a bit when he thought about that too. Well. Now that John was able to think of his friend without wanting to crush his tea cup he thought maybe it was high time to actually see the other man, so he sent a short text, informing Sherlock of his location. Whether the infamous consulting detective would show? That was anyone's guess.
[open]
At some point in the day, John thought it might be nice to stop by the Hydroponics Lab and visit with Meja. She was a nice woman and one could never have enough of those in one's life. Until then, John's feet led him in search of another nice woman. The one that was unforgettable. Only, John seemed to have forgotten her.
He wanted to know why these memories were missing. She was a mystery. Not the kind that could be solved like a case. But.. the kind that took a lifetime to unravel. Here he was thinking thoughts that had no business being tied to strangers but.. well, John was a man of particular quirks of his own. Getting attached far too fast and far too easily was the very least of those.
In the meantime. He looked out for a door with Mary's name on it.
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"I've been here for a few days, and I've seen some... very strange things."
Angels? Dog people? Things that had no rational explanation and yet, John could detect no signs of a trick. He had idly hoped that Sherlock would have an easy explanation at hand, but that hadn't happened either.
"What I mean is. I believe you."
Then John did take a long sip of water. Wondering what his policy on spoilers should be. Did he want to know? Or should he wait and learn.
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She hadn't been lying when she'd told John she liked him.
She gave a small laugh when he said he believed her. Leave it to John to swallow this completely impossible story, despite it being true. "Good, I'm glad one of us does, because I'm not quite sure I believe it myself."
She fixed him with a kind smile. "Go on then. I know you have questions."
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No one but the desperate actually liked Sherlock Holmes. Kindly do not take that out to it's logical conclusion, even if it was the truth of the matter ten times over when it came to John Watson.
"No. Nope." The popping sound of the second word is accompanied by a very boyish smile.
"I'm just going to hope that someday I'll have the same memories that you do, and in the meantime.. make new ones. If that doesn't sound too assuming."
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That boyish smile was hard not to return with a bright one of her own. She nodded, a sign that she'd follow his wishes and try to keep things as spoiler free as possible. She tucked her hand beside her, discreetly removing her ring. She would still wear it, of course. But close to her heart, at least until he was ready to give it back to her.
"It doesn't sound assuming at all," she said, holding his gaze. "Though, if I could offer a word of advice? If you feel the sudden need to grow a mustache, know that it's just a phase."