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[ of all the possible scenarios John Watson had imagined when Sherlock decided to point the gun at the semtex between him and Moriarty, landing unceremoniously in a baseball field with the wind knocked out of him certainly did not count as one of them. just another bemused new arrival to siren's port, then.
after some initial suspicion and a long winded explanation from one of the greeters, John had thanked the man who rushed to help him, but strongly insisted he could find the apartment building by himself and headed away from the diamond in the direction he had pointed him in. but the adrenaline from the pool had whittled down to dull throbbing in his leg and he still felt nauseous and he decided to collapse heavily onto a nearby bench.
once he begins to feel a bit better, he looks at the NV and it takes him an achingly long time to write out something on the network -- most likely garnering some strange looks from any passer-by's with each deliberate letter being typed out on the keyboard -- before he finally posts an entry to the network. blogging was supposed to help back home; maybe the same would hold true here. ]
I didn't think I would have the time to write like this again. Not after everything that happened. It was all mad. Totally, utterly mad! I don't even know where to begin.
But I have to say, being dragged by some core to a new continent is definitely a new development. It has almost made everything else so far look tame. Some greeters helped me out when I arrived. They pointed me in the right direction of the flats here.
Need to check them out soon. "Get in before dark" sounds a bit ominous to me.
(OOC: backdated to early this evening, before the sirens.)
after some initial suspicion and a long winded explanation from one of the greeters, John had thanked the man who rushed to help him, but strongly insisted he could find the apartment building by himself and headed away from the diamond in the direction he had pointed him in. but the adrenaline from the pool had whittled down to dull throbbing in his leg and he still felt nauseous and he decided to collapse heavily onto a nearby bench.
once he begins to feel a bit better, he looks at the NV and it takes him an achingly long time to write out something on the network -- most likely garnering some strange looks from any passer-by's with each deliberate letter being typed out on the keyboard -- before he finally posts an entry to the network. blogging was supposed to help back home; maybe the same would hold true here. ]
I didn't think I would have the time to write like this again. Not after everything that happened. It was all mad. Totally, utterly mad! I don't even know where to begin.
But I have to say, being dragged by some core to a new continent is definitely a new development. It has almost made everything else so far look tame. Some greeters helped me out when I arrived. They pointed me in the right direction of the flats here.
Need to check them out soon. "Get in before dark" sounds a bit ominous to me.
(OOC: backdated to early this evening, before the sirens.)