What time is it? [Open]
Who: Dr. Watson and anyone else!
When: Erm, let's say Friday, the 16th.
Where: Center of Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: John tries to figure out the rest of the city while trying to locate Holmes. He might also be looking for the clinic for employment.
Warnings: None yet!
It wasn't until Holmes had pointed it out via the Forge that Watson noticed the signs he had been reading were not written in the Queen's English. In his frenzy and confusion upon his arrival, he had overlooked this detail the first time around. It was safe to say that the doctor felt a little silly. He had been feeling less silly and more stupid, gullible as the days wore on. He had been swindled out of his only ivories to pay for a down payment at the Community Block that apparently didn't exist. He had managed to get a few here and there through gambling, but he had to gamble in a place he'd rather not visit again. However, he and Gladstone had to eat. He was out of his flat now to find Holmes who had thankfully stumbled upon this place as well. They would have a better chance of establishing themselves more quickly if they were working together.
He had left Gladstone at the Community Block while he went out. Watson walked through the crowds. In the recent days, since he had arrived, he noticed that the usual discomfort in his leg that came from his wartime wound went away. He didn't have aching pains in the morning that he relieved with medicine and he didn't need to depend on his cane so much when he went out. Watson found it strange, but not unwelcome for a change.
But right now, he needed two things: Holmes and a job at the clinic.
When: Erm, let's say Friday, the 16th.
Where: Center of Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: John tries to figure out the rest of the city while trying to locate Holmes. He might also be looking for the clinic for employment.
Warnings: None yet!
It wasn't until Holmes had pointed it out via the Forge that Watson noticed the signs he had been reading were not written in the Queen's English. In his frenzy and confusion upon his arrival, he had overlooked this detail the first time around. It was safe to say that the doctor felt a little silly. He had been feeling less silly and more stupid, gullible as the days wore on. He had been swindled out of his only ivories to pay for a down payment at the Community Block that apparently didn't exist. He had managed to get a few here and there through gambling, but he had to gamble in a place he'd rather not visit again. However, he and Gladstone had to eat. He was out of his flat now to find Holmes who had thankfully stumbled upon this place as well. They would have a better chance of establishing themselves more quickly if they were working together.
He had left Gladstone at the Community Block while he went out. Watson walked through the crowds. In the recent days, since he had arrived, he noticed that the usual discomfort in his leg that came from his wartime wound went away. He didn't have aching pains in the morning that he relieved with medicine and he didn't need to depend on his cane so much when he went out. Watson found it strange, but not unwelcome for a change.
But right now, he needed two things: Holmes and a job at the clinic.