This isn't London anymore, is it?
Characters: John Watson + Anyone (Open)
When: September 7, afternoon
Where: Streets somewhere
Rating: PG? Slanged up British cursing?
Summary: John's not thrilled
He wasn't sure how he got this particular mobile, but at least he understood how to use it. The only really open channel seemed to be a bit like a blog and he was very familiar with those. John cleared his throat and looked at the screen. A light told him that video was running. He didn't mind, though he looked a mess. "Err, hello. Sorry for using whose ever this is but... My name is John Watson. I'm a doctor and a former surgeon with the British Army. I need--"
He groaned to himself and muttered something about being 'bloody mental' before directing his attention to the device again.
"If anyone is getting this, please reply soon. I've no idea where I am. Has anyone seen a tall, lanky bloke in a designer suit with a mess of black, curly hair roaming about in a strop? You'd know him if you saw him." The description he gave of Sherlock Holmes made him smile, albeit a bit sadly. "He may also be badly injured. We were--"
What should he say? That they were in an explosion? A fire fight? That they'd gotten shot?
"We were in a bit of trouble. I need to find him. Err, thank you."
When: September 7, afternoon
Where: Streets somewhere
Rating: PG? Slanged up British cursing?
Summary: John's not thrilled
He wasn't sure how he got this particular mobile, but at least he understood how to use it. The only really open channel seemed to be a bit like a blog and he was very familiar with those. John cleared his throat and looked at the screen. A light told him that video was running. He didn't mind, though he looked a mess. "Err, hello. Sorry for using whose ever this is but... My name is John Watson. I'm a doctor and a former surgeon with the British Army. I need--"
He groaned to himself and muttered something about being 'bloody mental' before directing his attention to the device again.
"If anyone is getting this, please reply soon. I've no idea where I am. Has anyone seen a tall, lanky bloke in a designer suit with a mess of black, curly hair roaming about in a strop? You'd know him if you saw him." The description he gave of Sherlock Holmes made him smile, albeit a bit sadly. "He may also be badly injured. We were--"
What should he say? That they were in an explosion? A fire fight? That they'd gotten shot?
"We were in a bit of trouble. I need to find him. Err, thank you."