John Watson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
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You've reached Dr. John Watson. Please leave a message.
You've reached Dr. John Watson. Please leave a message.
Peter and Flynn are sleeping. I don't want to wake them up. Sorry.
[That's a blatant lie, but he doesn't want to deal with the truth.]
I'm not hurt. There's nothing wrong with me.
[Physically, anyway. It's an effort to try to think of something to redirect the conversation again.]
Where are you heading?
[That's a blatant lie, but he doesn't want to deal with the truth.]
I'm not hurt. There's nothing wrong with me.
[Physically, anyway. It's an effort to try to think of something to redirect the conversation again.]
Where are you heading?
I haven't much wanted to be heard from.
[He covers his face for a moment before adding more.]
It's been rough for everyone. Royce said you're not doing well. How would you say you're doing?
[He covers his face for a moment before adding more.]
It's been rough for everyone. Royce said you're not doing well. How would you say you're doing?
[John doesn't really sleep much these days, so he's awake when the message comes through, even though it takes him a bit to summon the will to respond.]
I'm glad to see you're back. I have a minute. What happened to you?
I'm glad to see you're back. I have a minute. What happened to you?
[I don't want to talk, John thinks petulantly. But he needs to be social. He needs to not fall back into the aquarium, losing himself and time in a place that only exists in his mind now.
John sounds fairly neutral.]
I talk to people on text all the time. There's nothing really that wrong with it.
John sounds fairly neutral.]
I talk to people on text all the time. There's nothing really that wrong with it.
yeah it
about that
[ Well. Might as well get it over with. ]
That's the thing, I'm not sure.
I remember.
But it doesn't make any sense.
about that
[ Well. Might as well get it over with. ]
That's the thing, I'm not sure.
I remember.
But it doesn't make any sense.
Hey, how long can someone spend naked in the snow without suffering irreparable damage to their
extremities?
extremities?
[Oh, good, that really opened the floor up to small talk. Thanks, John.]
Careful. Too many rainbows will give you diabetes.
Careful. Too many rainbows will give you diabetes.
It's written words, recorded. Easier to go back to and read than listening to something.
[Why are they arguing about this? It's pointless. John sighs.]
Are you two still heading to meet up with Karkat, Davesprite, and the Cat, or did you reach them?
[Why are they arguing about this? It's pointless. John sighs.]
Are you two still heading to meet up with Karkat, Davesprite, and the Cat, or did you reach them?
[John... really doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with this right now, but he forces himself.]
Angel, why is Rhys going to get naked in the snow? Or Beckett. Is it Beckett?
Angel, why is Rhys going to get naked in the snow? Or Beckett. Is it Beckett?
Did it happen when all of us were experiencing time like it's been years here?
Yes?
Sure, that sucked big time. I'm still not someone who'd walk out into death just 'cause it's been a while or things didn't go exactly how I wanted them to back home.
[ Or so he thinks, with the information he currently has. What he doesn't know, however, is that he's forgotten about his real driving force for everything as a penalty for dying. ]
Sure, that sucked big time. I'm still not someone who'd walk out into death just 'cause it's been a while or things didn't go exactly how I wanted them to back home.
[ Or so he thinks, with the information he currently has. What he doesn't know, however, is that he's forgotten about his real driving force for everything as a penalty for dying. ]
No one's going to get naked.
[ Going to. Because he already is. Beckett is naked in the snow and there is nothing but misery in this world. ]
It's very urgent that I get an answer, though. Please don't make me ask House.
Bloody hell, Angel. Whoever it is, drag them inside and get their clothes back on. Maybe ten minutes is all they have, and that's being generous in this weather. The hypothermia'll start to set in around twenty minutes. Death in thirty to forty-five.
Maybe let's start with what exactly you remember happening?
[ the messages trickle in one by one. ]
being sick of this place
which isn't strange
also dying a lot, which obviously hasn't happened
walking
a lot of walking
and I remember going past a bus station but not stopping
just trying to get as far as possible
that makes no sense i was running short on food at that point
by nightfall I ended up on this roof with buried corpses that I remembered being on a lot of times before, it was supposed to be a puzzle but I could never figure it out
same this time
and I remember thinking, "maybe this time they'll fucking let me stay dead"
very distinctly
so I fucked them up
nothing
it did get very cold though
i didn't want to be an environmental statistic so i stabbed myself in the neck
being sick of this place
which isn't strange
also dying a lot, which obviously hasn't happened
walking
a lot of walking
and I remember going past a bus station but not stopping
just trying to get as far as possible
that makes no sense i was running short on food at that point
by nightfall I ended up on this roof with buried corpses that I remembered being on a lot of times before, it was supposed to be a puzzle but I could never figure it out
same this time
and I remember thinking, "maybe this time they'll fucking let me stay dead"
very distinctly
so I fucked them up
nothing
it did get very cold though
i didn't want to be an environmental statistic so i stabbed myself in the neck
Yeah.
[That's far too brief.]
I'm... some things happened with Sherlock. Talked it out with Bucky. Think we can sort it.
[Or at least he thinks he's managed to glue himself back together enough to carry on.]
[That's far too brief.]
I'm... some things happened with Sherlock. Talked it out with Bucky. Think we can sort it.
[Or at least he thinks he's managed to glue himself back together enough to carry on.]
Karkat still wants to do a blood transfusion with someone. You should talk to him about it when you meet up. He wanted it to go to you or Alfie.
I dunno when I can get out to actually do one.
I dunno when I can get out to actually do one.
Here I thought that was Skittles. We're gonna have to restock at one of the vending machines in the Industrial Zone when I make it through these tunnels. I'm not looking forward to that.
Just some things he said. I think he's scared and there's something wrong with the body he's in. He's still having trouble controlling it, even though he's back to himself. Doesn't usually get to me when he says things to push away. It just sort of did this time. There's a lot going on.
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