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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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[remembered]

[ Because Amy clearly talks faster than she types. It's always nice to hear a voice though, isn't it? ]

Yeah, they're not very good at being reassuring. But it's every bit ominous, apparently. I just got here, too.

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[ oh, there's an audio feature on this thing? thank god for that. it's not going to take him five hours to type out a response and he happily switches. ]

That was the impression I got from them. When did you arrive?

voice;

[remembered]

[ and hey, he's english. she's been surprised at how many accents she's run into. ]

Ehm, yesterday. I haven't really had a chance to see what all the huff is about though.

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I've only been here for... well, an hour or two now, I suppose. It's a little hard to keep track of time with this bloody.. [ he clears his throat and refers to the nausea after arrival and his own frustration at his leg giving him trouble again. ] They kept telling me to sit down.

[ and obviously, that was the last thing he wanted to do. ]

voice;

[remembered]

[ she can't blame him. ]

That's because you usually feel a bit sick when you get here. Are you?

voice;

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I'll survive.

voice;

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I figured. Sounded like you were dealing with something before you were dragged here, yeah?

voice;

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Yeah. Yeah, I was dealing with something all right.

[ purposely vague. John felt like he was being privy to something he wasn't supposed to be seeing while Sherlock and Moriarty met for the first time. it was all so dramatic and theatrical, until those final few moments until he came back. ]

voice;

[remembered]

[ His words sound unusually heavy, so she doesn't pry about details. Buuuut, she is curious because Sherlock had a fast response to him, and if she's right, then she has an idea who he is. ]

Seems the Core has really inconvenient timing like that. [ a beat. ] But there's plenty of time to work things out though. What's your name?

voice;

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[ John's a little worried about the time aspect of this place. if Sherlock has been here for ten months, then he can only imagine how many times he's taken out his boredom on the wall. ]

John Watson.

voice;

[remembered]

[ Aha, she was right. And really refraining from telling Sherlock something like 'I told you so' since she accidentally brought up conversation about his flatmate the other day. ]

Right then. Good to meet you, John. I'm Amy.

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[ John would find it amusing if she ever did that. it could possibly do wonders for his humility; ergo, actually give him one. ]

It's erm.. yes, good to meet you too. [ through these NVs that look a great deal like his laptop. not that he's complaining. ] Nice to hear a fellow brit here.

voice;

[remembered]

[ It's only a matter time, so hopefully he's there when it happens. ]

Yeah, I know. It's a bit weird. I don't think I've ever met so many people through the phone. [ no use pretending it's not awkward. ] But there's actually quite a lot of us. Not something I really expected. ... On top of everything else, I mean.

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Your.. [ what did they call it? NV? well, whatever. ] .. thing is a phone?

voice;

[remembered]

Err, yeah. They're different depending on the person. What's yours?

voice;

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My laptop. Well, the similar make, anyway.