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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

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[namiwasheretoo]

Getting in before dark tends to be a good bit of advice.

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How bad can it be?

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[namiwasheretoo]

So you don't remember or recall any of this before? Or I should say do you know where you are? If not then... just remember there are monsters outside at night.

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[ what. a quickish reply follows. ]

What do you mean?

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[namiwasheretoo]

You're John, right? Some people remember, others don't. Welcome back, or otherwise welcome to Siren's Port.

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Yes, it is. And I don't remember anything.

But you're Nami, aren't you? Sherlock told me.

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[namiwasheretoo]

That's a pity that you don't remember. We had some good times, you and me.

[Lies. All lies---well not fully. There was that card game at the club and the drinking, the intelligent conversations once in a blue moon, but hay, she might as well play this up while he doesn't remember. If this was voice however... she'd be a dead give away with the snickers]

Sherlock told you? I'm surprised he know who I am, then again he does make it his business to know of people. I am Nami. Pirate. Navigator. Mapmaker extraordinaire. Nice to meet you again.

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Good times?

[ John enjoys a bit of female attention, although now he's worrying about Sarah. good times, you and me; their first date had ended in the two of them getting kidnapped and he was on his way to see her when... well, he's going to be really surprised if he hasn't completely blown it with her now. ]

Sherlock is a bit peculiar like that, sometimes. Don't try and take it too personally. [ choosing his words carefully here. he knows how upset Sherlock can get over what he writes. ] That's quite the resume you have there.

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[namiwasheretoo]

Harmless. I'm just teasing. We talked a few times. Played cards once at a club opening. You liked Purgatory, I believe. Keep that in mind if your looking for a night spot.

[Ah, he was too nice for her to completely mess with really. Good doctor and all. ]

Nothing personal at all. He's an interesting fellow, though I haven't spoke to him much at all. I've heard things. And thank you, though a resume like mine gets you no where around this port.

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Purgatory. I will make sure that I do.

Not a problem... but I have to ask: what kind of things have you been hearing about him?

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[namiwasheretoo]

Purgatory for a good club. Sector Zero for a great bar. Brooke's for wonderful dinning. They're all run by fantastic people and Newcomers.

Hmm, nothing bad? Eccentric. Seems pretty logical. Snoopy. I'm fairly sure he's still following this conversation. Or will later.

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Interesting names. I'm sure I will check them out once I've settled in. Something tells me to prepare for a long haul. Or someone actually.

He’s the one who told me your name. So yeah, he was following it. [ sorry Sherlock. ]

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[namiwasheretoo]

It might be a while, or you might be one of the lucky ones and return soon. Who knows.

Figures. Not that I mind. Good luck around here, hmm? Maybe we can do cards again, for the first time. I'll even play fair this time.

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Did you cheat me?