This isn't London anymore, is it?

[doctorsoldier]

Characters: John Watson + Anyone (Open)
When: September 7, afternoon
Where: Streets somewhere
Rating: PG?  Slanged up British cursing?
Summary: John's not thrilled

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[waverly_wiz]

"A doctor, Huh? We could totally use another one of those around here," came the voice of a teenage girl. She was smiling gently as she looked into the PCD video camera. It wasn't often that she made much of an effort to meet new people. She happened to be feeling... curious and open that evening.

[doctorsoldier]

John swallowed, flipping the mobile around until he saw the girl and blinked rather openly at her. Interesting. "Where's 'here' exactly?"

[waverly_wiz]

She looked into the camera, her chin propped up on the palm of her hand. "'Here' is called Adstringendum. Or Adstring. Or Ads, if you're short on time," she said matter-of-factly. "Some call it home, some call it home away from home. Some call it hell. Whatever. take your pick."

She wore a smug smirk, as if she'd just given him the secret of life.

[doctorsoldier]

"Sounds a bit daft to me," he murmured. Really, it did sound like a lead in to a new television program, the sort he and Mrs. Hudson would likely watch together.

[doctorsoldier]

"And where might here be?" England still, judging by the accent, so that was a relief! "Am I anywhere near London?"

[doctorsoldier]

"You...you're aware of how ridiculous that sounds?" John happened to think it was quite ridiculous and he pressed a hand over his mouth. Concussion. Or perhaps he was hallucinating?

[bestestfurrend]

"Ohhh, hello!" The girlish voice piped up from right behind him, and if he looked around he'd be met with the sight of a small grey troll in a trenchcoat and a kitty hood, a big and curious smile on her face, friendly enough to (hopefully) lessen the impact of seeing her mouthful of sharp and pointed teeth. "Are you pawsibbly purrhaps looking fur something? I could help!"

((ooc: is it okay if she met him late=afternoonish/early evening? Sun isn't good for trolls ;;))

[doctorsoldier]

You'd have to excuse John, he was just a little bit more jumpy than usual. Likely because he was actually rather good at hearing people that sneak up on him. Turning, his hand immediately went to his hip. Not that he had a gun, it was only reflex.

John's ever expressive face showed at least twenty distinct emotions, some of which there was no name for, before he settled on perplexed.

"I've a concusion," he pronounced, diagnosising himself before he sat down.

((OOC: SUUUUURE! <3))

[bestestfurrend]

There was the tiniest change in Nepeta's stance when his hand went to his hip that way, wariness and instant readiness to defend herself in case he had a weapon - no troll would survive to be as old as she was on Alternia if they weren't very good at defending themselves.

But outside of that small movement she didn't do anything but blink at him as all those emotions washed over his face - ohh, but humans were so expressive! She hadn't known that.

Wariness instantly turned to concern as he sat down just like that, and she crouched next to him, grey hands clothed in fingerless blue gloves reaching out to check his head. "Oh no! Did you bump your head? Are you furry badly hurt?"

[doctorsoldier]

John didn't catch the 'furry' to be anything more than a lisp and his eyes moved to the pale gray skin of her fingertips. He didn't move away though. He wasn't the sort to flinch exactly. "I was in an explosion..." Maybe. He didn't remember if Sherlock pulled the trigger and shot the plastic explosives or not. "Where is this?" It was better than 'what are you!?'

[sgtmajorjerk]

A doctor and a surgeon with the army. Alright. This is the sort of person Kururu can identify with, aside from the whole alien-species thing. He fires out a text message in response. Better not to alarm the Pokopenian with his appearance just yet.

"Sgt. Major Kururu with the Keronian Army here. I haven't seen any injured fellows fitting that description in the near vicinity.

The device you're presently using is called a 'PCD' and it is now yours. You can use it to communicate with the other citizens of this place.

You've been transported to another dimension, where beings from several different realities have all been converged against their will. Resources are scarce here, but efforts are generally being made to improve the living circumstances for all.

Do you like curry?"

[doctorsoldier]

Oh dear, John was not the best at texting, but considering some of the off exchanges he had had today, this was the most enligtening.

[FROM: J.Watson]
anthr dimension? no offense but im being srs.

Now he knew he was likely injured himself and in a coma, or he was heavily concussed.

[sgtmajorjerk]

Fortunately, Kururu is well-versed in text speak, even that of folks who aren't the best at texting. He's not surprised that this newcomer doesn't believe him. He knows multi-dimensional travel is a bit hard for a lot of people to accept at first.

"I'm quite serious, actually. It seems some scientists decided to converge time and space and something went a bit awry in their experiments. They created this strange place, called Adstringendum, where many items, places and people from different worlds have been drawn together for reasons unknown. You're likely to meet people here from worlds very unlike your own.

Not to alarm you, but I'm probably one of them."