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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.
[Well, Clint is bloody quick off the mark to mention the trouble. John's not doing audio. He sounds about as bad as he feels, and maybe even worse than that.]
As all right as I can be, Ms. Romanov, thank you. I'm sorry for the trouble. I thought Mr. Barton and your group would be the most appropriate to contact given the circumstances. I take it he's told you what happened.
As all right as I can be, Ms. Romanov, thank you. I'm sorry for the trouble. I thought Mr. Barton and your group would be the most appropriate to contact given the circumstances. I take it he's told you what happened.
[He probably should have expected this after Natasha's call.]
I told Sergeant Barnes we could tell people that when he had me tied up and didn't see a way out of the situation for himself. I... sort of expected him to stick to it once he'd let me go.
I told Sergeant Barnes we could tell people that when he had me tied up and didn't see a way out of the situation for himself. I... sort of expected him to stick to it once he'd let me go.
John. I talked to Barnes.
[You're getting text like everyone else, Tony. John doesn't want anyone to see what a mess he is right now. That makes it easier somehow.]
I've had a talk with him, as well. I hope yours went better than mine.
[The driest of dry humor.]
If you'd like to know what I know about you, I'm happy to tell you, personally, not other people. That's what I told him.
I've had a talk with him, as well. I hope yours went better than mine.
[The driest of dry humor.]
If you'd like to know what I know about you, I'm happy to tell you, personally, not other people. That's what I told him.
[Through the bursts of static, Beckett sounds immensely tired, almost like he's sleep-rambling. Which he just about is.]
[static]pecially embarrassing if I've been imagining you.
[static]pecially embarrassing if I've been imagining you.
[John's on the move through the ice tunnels when Beckett's call comes in. The world around him is a little frightening, but it's a major relief to hear the other man's voice.]
Last I checked, you're the vampire, mate. Talk about imaginary creatures. Where [static] you?
Last I checked, you're the vampire, mate. Talk about imaginary creatures. Where [static] you?
[Alfie returns after lockdown, over four days after he'd died. The first thing that can be heard when the channel opens is fumbling, followed by a muttered curse in a familiar voice. Then--]
Duster, Tifa, Fiona, Emily, Kesara, Watson - that's six of you, yeah; six of you that should be getting this message. Duster, Tifa, Fiona, Emily, Kesara, John. Can you hear me? I cannot see a fucking thing.
[He sends the same thing to all of them - or, at least, he hopes he does. He doesn't trust the voice commands on his tablet when he can't see for himself that they're working.]
Right. End. Stop. What do I need to--
[It cuts out.]
Duster, Tifa, Fiona, Emily, Kesara, Watson - that's six of you, yeah; six of you that should be getting this message. Duster, Tifa, Fiona, Emily, Kesara, John. Can you hear me? I cannot see a fucking thing.
[He sends the same thing to all of them - or, at least, he hopes he does. He doesn't trust the voice commands on his tablet when he can't see for himself that they're working.]
Right. End. Stop. What do I need to--
[It cuts out.]
Edited 2016-09-24 10:28 (UTC)
[John's heart jumps to his throat. Alfie. Alfie's back. He came back. John would do text, but if the man is blind... Urgh. When he replies, his voice is hoarse and nasally. This is good news, though. Good news he absolutely needed.]
Alfie! Thank God. You've been gone four days. Tell your tablet assistant to turn on the video and point it around. I can tell you where you are.
Alfie! Thank God. You've been gone four days. Tell your tablet assistant to turn on the video and point it around. I can tell you where you are.
Hello, Doctor? This is- my name's Zane Taylor. Sorry to bother you out of nowhere like this, but we just got chased by an anomaly. We made it, but my friend's hurt, and in a lot of pain. I just had to re-set his shoulder. I- I don't know, I thought maybe you could tell me if there's anything else I can do for him.
[Well, you picked a hell of a night, Mr. Taylor. Tell your friend to join the club of Norfinbury's Most Injured Persons.]
Apologies for the text. I'm with someone who's sleeping. Have you ever reset a shoulder before, Mr. Taylor? It can be a bit of trouble if you end up tearing a muscle or ligament. Have you immobilized his arm? That would be my first suggestion. If you have anything you can use as a sling, that would work best.
Apologies for the text. I'm with someone who's sleeping. Have you ever reset a shoulder before, Mr. Taylor? It can be a bit of trouble if you end up tearing a muscle or ligament. Have you immobilized his arm? That would be my first suggestion. If you have anything you can use as a sling, that would work best.
[... But then at some point the next day, he calls back, his message too static-filled for the conversation to last very long.]
â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘ou heard frâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘
Fiona. Hâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘rd fromâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘na?
â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘ou heard frâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘
Fiona. Hâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘rd fromâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘na?
No. â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘ â–‘â–‘â–‘rd from her. â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘ her agaâ–‘â–‘â–‘ â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘rried. She â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘lled back. â–‘â–‘â–‘ keep tryâ–‘â–‘â–‘â–‘
I'm still with him. Have you or any of the others heard from Fiona? Sorry. I haven't been able to get in touch with her since before the static started.
[We'll glance over how he is and focus on this.]
[We'll glance over how he is and focus on this.]
are you near Kesaras tunnels?
[And a little belatedly]
sorry to bother you
[And a little belatedly]
sorry to bother you
I'm sorry, Frisk. I'm in the Ice Tunnels. What's wrong?
I saw. I... fuck.
[He doesn't want to start crying. That would be pointless, especially with Bucky right there.]
I'm walking right now, Alfie. With Jay and Quark. We'll be to the pharmacy soon.
[He hopes that's enough of an indication to him that the others are listening in without stating it explicitly.]
[He doesn't want to start crying. That would be pointless, especially with Bucky right there.]
I'm walking right now, Alfie. With Jay and Quark. We'll be to the pharmacy soon.
[He hopes that's enough of an indication to him that the others are listening in without stating it explicitly.]
Edited 2016-10-02 04:34 (UTC)
Hey, Watson. Some guy on the obituary said some shit went down with you and Charles and Bucky in the aquarium and, um, he kinda made it sound like you're in pretty bad shape. You doing okay? I owe you one, so hit me up if there's anything I can do, alright?
[There's a bit of a delay while Watson both tries to plot murder and goes to check what's being said.
Oh.
Wonderful. Christ.]
I'm not in top shape, no. I'm with someone who's helping me, though. Thanks for the offer. How are you doing, Charlie?
[Deflect, deflect, deflect.]
Oh.
Wonderful. Christ.]
I'm not in top shape, no. I'm with someone who's helping me, though. Thanks for the offer. How are you doing, Charlie?
[Deflect, deflect, deflect.]
Admin can remove violent impulses? What else could she change?
Anything she wants, probably. You saw the way Winter started going 'I's when they brought up using nanomachines to alter personalities and memories.
@Spoiler ; text ; a little while after their convo on 164 ; I'm so sorry for this
spoileralert
2016-10-04 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[John winces at the Blingee text. That's... well. That's something. Honestly, he's still annoyed with her rather a lot, but Steph's said the magic words to get him to set that aside immediately.
'I'm really scared and I need help.']
What can I do to help?
'I'm really scared and I need help.']
What can I do to help?
[He's not about to tell Watson where they are, but his conscience has been heavy since seeing all the reactions to Fiona's death. He should have told someone sooner, and now he wants to try and make this right. There are three people who deserve that apology, and Watson is one of them.]
Dr. Watson, it's Alphonse Elric. I just wanted to apologise that you had to find out from the obituaries about Fiona. It's not an excuse, but I forgot I saw her name in your casenotes, I didn't know who to contact.
Dr. Watson, it's Alphonse Elric. I just wanted to apologise that you had to find out from the obituaries about Fiona. It's not an excuse, but I forgot I saw her name in your casenotes, I didn't know who to contact.
[John knows he should be angrier than he is about this, but Batman is the one who's more responsible in his mind. Al was there helping him, not the other way 'round as far as the doctor is concerned. He made the call to keep things quiet when he should have known better as an investigator.]
What's done is done, Al. It's all right. [It's not really all right, but he can pretend.] I know you didn't mean to hurt anyone by it.
What's done is done, Al. It's all right. [It's not really all right, but he can pretend.] I know you didn't mean to hurt anyone by it.
[So, Sherlock Holmes is here.
That's a bizarre thing to think. He wonders in an abstract sort of way if this is the disconnect that John feels when he thinks about him, the creeping surreal reality of a fictional person being solid and there. Best not to think about it, best to focus on something else while he's carrying John along.
He has been silent for over an hour now, genuinely having to focus just to put one foot in front of the other, but eventually he does speak up.]
I'll take you back down to meet him when we have food.
That's a bizarre thing to think. He wonders in an abstract sort of way if this is the disconnect that John feels when he thinks about him, the creeping surreal reality of a fictional person being solid and there. Best not to think about it, best to focus on something else while he's carrying John along.
He has been silent for over an hour now, genuinely having to focus just to put one foot in front of the other, but eventually he does speak up.]
I'll take you back down to meet him when we have food.
[John's been quiet, as well, reeling just a bit from the revelation that his best friend is alive and here. That he's going to get to see him again, hug him... probably yell at him a bit for pissing everyone off in his first message out. Also yell at him for the roof, for what was said. But that's a conversation they need to have in-person.
Bucky's comment startles him a bit, lost as John is in his thoughts.]
What? Oh. No, that's... you should go with the Avengers, Bucky. I'll figure out a way to get back down there. You really shouldn't be carrying me around.
Bucky's comment startles him a bit, lost as John is in his thoughts.]
What? Oh. No, that's... you should go with the Avengers, Bucky. I'll figure out a way to get back down there. You really shouldn't be carrying me around.
i think i broke your boyfriend
either that or he hung up because hes throwing a baby tantrum that he cant figure me out
maybe both
gotta say im not too impressed with him watson
pop culture made me think i was gonna get someone capable
not a dick in a dumb hat who only knows how to be arrogant and demand pics from people
either that or he hung up because hes throwing a baby tantrum that he cant figure me out
maybe both
gotta say im not too impressed with him watson
pop culture made me think i was gonna get someone capable
not a dick in a dumb hat who only knows how to be arrogant and demand pics from people
[John realizes it's going to be a losing battle trying to correct Davesprite on the boyfriend thing. He's just being a brat.]
He's in pain, he's hungry, he's just arrived in a strange new place, and we're from a world where there are no supernatural happenings. He doesn't have the context to deduce what you are, Davesprite.
I'm sorry. He's not trying to be a dick, he just doesn't know how to turn his deductions off. It's not a tap. It just happens automatically for him, and he's not ready to process someone like you, yet. He thinks all of this is hallucinogenics.
He's in pain, he's hungry, he's just arrived in a strange new place, and we're from a world where there are no supernatural happenings. He doesn't have the context to deduce what you are, Davesprite.
I'm sorry. He's not trying to be a dick, he just doesn't know how to turn his deductions off. It's not a tap. It just happens automatically for him, and he's not ready to process someone like you, yet. He thinks all of this is hallucinogenics.
[Around the middle of this conversation, Ecks pauses what she's doing to shoot Dr. Watson a message.]
What is a gun and how does it work?
[He'll know, after all; he's from the same world as this Sherlock person.]
What is a gun and how does it work?
[He'll know, after all; he's from the same world as this Sherlock person.]
[He's trying to read through all of Sherlock's replies when Ecks' message comes through. He hasn't gotten to that particular conversation, yet.]
It's a ranged weapon. Do you have cannons where you're from? Explosive powder?
It's a ranged weapon. Do you have cannons where you're from? Explosive powder?
hey
watson
watson
john watson
dr john trainwreck watson
dr john i dont wear the deerstalker he says overlooking a totally rad drawing of him in one like an ingrate watson
dr john i take care of everyone but myself watson
hey
stop being dead
watson
watson
john watson
dr john trainwreck watson
dr john i dont wear the deerstalker he says overlooking a totally rad drawing of him in one like an ingrate watson
dr john i take care of everyone but myself watson
hey
stop being dead
[It's a long while for the reply as John's busy having a panic attack, getting to shelter, and contacting other people. He doesn't really want to deal with Davesprite right now, but it's something that needs to be done. John turns on voice to text.]
I've stopped being dead just for you, mate.
I've stopped being dead just for you, mate.
Watson. What are you doing? Stop doing whatever you're doing, I have a question for you. It's about Solomons, so it's important. I have other doctors I can ask, but Solomons likes you, Maribor knows why, which is why I'm speaking to you first.
[ Is that the most Royce has ever said to Watson in one sitting? Probably. This'll go great. ]
[ Is that the most Royce has ever said to Watson in one sitting? Probably. This'll go great. ]
[Well, he's presently doing nothing except digging in the snow for materials while Sherlock sorts himself out in his mind palace. So, you're in luck, Royce!]
What's happened to Alfie?
[Please don't be run through again. Please do not be run through again.]
What's happened to Alfie?
[Please don't be run through again. Please do not be run through again.]
[Sherlock approaches John as they prepare to leave for the day, sliding his tablet back into his coat pocket. He wasn't going to tell John about Gabriel, but now the man will be sharing a room with him, he feels it's probably better if both parties know about him being a murderer.]
John, we need to head back to the hospital. An associate of mine will be meeting us there with some blood samples.
John, we need to head back to the hospital. An associate of mine will be meeting us there with some blood samples.
[John's brows go up.]
An associate? Okay... who is it?
An associate? Okay... who is it?
@featherydouche; text; morning 174 (a few hours after the Sherlock thing)
mrcreamsicles
2016-10-31 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
what the fuck was that about
[So many things, Davesprite. So many terrible things.]
I'm sorry. He told me you two had gotten into a fight in the middle of theorizing, and I went off on him for it. I told him to apologize, and that just... sort of happened. I told him off after we hung up.
I'm sorry. He told me you two had gotten into a fight in the middle of theorizing, and I went off on him for it. I told him to apologize, and that just... sort of happened. I told him off after we hung up.
[John's awake because of Angel. Thanks, Angel. He's also generally not getting wonderful sleep, of late. It's better now that he's with Sherlock, but far from what he should be getting. His voice is quiet, though, in deference to his friend's presence in the pharmacy.]
I do. If it's something personal or medical, you may want to switch to text. I'm with Sherlock.
['And he's in the habit of eavesdropping,' goes unsaid, however heavily implied.]
I do. If it's something personal or medical, you may want to switch to text. I'm with Sherlock.
['And he's in the habit of eavesdropping,' goes unsaid, however heavily implied.]
Sorry. I'd meant to contact you earlier, but we've met up with someone. Sherlock and I went through the hospital today. I saw her in there.
[So, he's been distracted atop the stress of dealing with Sylar in his immediate vicinity.]
[So, he's been distracted atop the stress of dealing with Sylar in his immediate vicinity.]
Oh, right! What is it? And are you interested in being a donor?
[He looks relatively irritated, having just been told that John is leaving to treat some random person when they've just started their experiments. Perhaps John mentioned it before, but Sherlock either ignored it or has forgotten.]
I can't leave so soon, you'll have to go on your own.
[So annoying.]
Let me borrow your tablet before you go.
I can't leave so soon, you'll have to go on your own.
[So annoying.]
Let me borrow your tablet before you go.
[John rolls his eyes.]
I'm not leaving until tomorrow, Sherlock, and I'll only be gone a day. You can stay here if you really want. [There's a pause.] I'm taking Mr. Sylar with me. I don't want him here alone with you while you're distracted. I'd like some of that morphine you have, as well, by the way. I'm having to do amputations. He'll need something for the pain and you don't actually need it.
[He's ignoring request for his tablet. You have your own, Sherlock.]
I'm not leaving until tomorrow, Sherlock, and I'll only be gone a day. You can stay here if you really want. [There's a pause.] I'm taking Mr. Sylar with me. I don't want him here alone with you while you're distracted. I'd like some of that morphine you have, as well, by the way. I'm having to do amputations. He'll need something for the pain and you don't actually need it.
[He's ignoring request for his tablet. You have your own, Sherlock.]
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