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inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-19 19:20:00

Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	Bright Eyes- "At the Bottom of Everything"
Entry tags:	day 1: reboot, john watson, l lawliet, location: oak grove court

Oh, My Morning's Coming Back, the Whole World's Waking Up
Who: L Lawliet (inmyownworld) and Dr. John Watson (j_watson)
What: This is the first day of the rest of your lives~
When: Day One, 10:00 A.M.
Where: 512 Oakgrove Court
Rating: PG-ish, for the oh-so-traumatic implication that these good people are not where they last knew they were!
Status: Closed and Active.

He was cold and wet from being outside in the rain, the grinning menace behind his suspect's wine-colored eyes seemingly only visible to him. He was back at his desk, tapping a spoon restlessly on the table before setting it decisively on its head against a page of the murder weapon. "I'm going to try out the notebook for real," he announced, to the horror and fascination of the individuals surrounding him like a cocoon. "It's all worked out," he assured them in a calm voice, explaining his plan. A criminal sentenced to die in thirteen days would write the name of a criminal sentenced to die immediately, and if he was still alive thirteen days later, he would be set free.

Light's father, the faultless, shining moral compass, had misgivings. "But still... to sacrifice a human life..."

"We are very close," L interrupted authoritatively. "If we work this out, the entire case will be solved." As if to punctuate his words, there was a sudden power outage, and as the backup kicked in, the sight of his mentor, caretaker, and handler clinging weakly to his desk. L couldn't reach him, or touch him, or help him, since they were in different locations and their only current connection was through a monitor.

"Watari...?"

He woke with a start, sitting up quickly, trying to find his bearings. He had been lying on a smooth, hard wood floor in an unfurnished room, with sunlight streaming through the window. Standing slowly and carefully, he thought back to what he remembered... or had it been a dream? Was Watari really dead? Had he really been about to die, himself? How long ago was it, and what was this place, here and now? He didn't want to jump to conclusions and assume that he was dead, but with what he currently had to work with, how was he supposed to rationalize waking up alone in an undisclosed location? Taking a deep breath, he resolved to keep his head on straight. He had never seen panic accomplish anything worthwhile, and though there was a churning, anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach that was worried for Watari and not quite sure that he should still be alive, he was going to approach this current situation as calmly and logically as he could.

His fingers fell on a small plastic box, and he wasted no time opening it and examining the contents. Inside, he found a pair of tube socks (no use to him; he occasionally suffered through wearing shoes, but despised socks), tic-tacs (orange), a journal with his real name on it (highly unnerving to the secretive and private detective), a ball-point pen, and what appeared to be a key to a Post Office box. He pocketed the key and tic-tacs, tossed the tube socks aside, held the pen, and tucked the journal under his arm as he tried the door. It opened easily, and he stepped out into a living space as unfurnished and bare as his room had been.

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j_watson
2010-06-20 03:10 am UTC (link)

At the mention of the Second World War, Watson made a small attempt to question, and perhaps even protest, but he only managed a small sound before he ate his words until the strange man was done.

He took the box, as instructed, and flipped it open with relative ease. As he did so, he finally got a word in. "What do you mean Second World War? We haven't had a first one yet. And I can assure you, I would have noted if there had been."

The box contained, precisely as he had been told, a pair of socks, a key, a slim pen, a journal, and a peculiar box of small pills, which he guess were the 'tick-tacks'. It was somewhat unnerving to discover his name inscribed on the cover of the journal. "What a strange collection - but how did you know?"

Almost immediately as he said it, he noted the journal tucked under his companion's arm.

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inmyownworld
2010-06-20 03:51 am UTC (link)

Watson was either devoted to playing the part, or serious about being from the Victorian Era. Either way, L was impressed. Not that he showed it; signs of approval from him were generally sparse if they existed at all. "To me, your time period is by-gone," L replied. "There have been two world wars, so far as I know, and both of them began and ended before I was born. As far as I know, it should be five years into the twenty-first century... but your presence, as well as the presence of these paradoxically new antiquities, makes me question that somewhat."

He felt a rush of triumphant confidence when Watson found precisely what he'd said he would. "I knew because I found one like it, which you could easily have deduced by noting that I am holding one of the items I mentioned."

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j_watson
2010-06-20 05:00 am UTC (link)

Watson batted his eyes a few times. The few things this man could be intending by saying such things were all unsettling to him, especially the possibility that he was telling the truth. No matter how unlikely the truth seemed, the architecture of the building and the other unfamiliar things it contained would fit. "If I am understanding you, then you mean to say that we are both removed from not only where, but when we are from?" He scoffed. "That is a bit fantastical, don't you think?"

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inmyownworld
2010-06-20 09:21 pm UTC (link)

"Yes. I agree wholeheartedly. However, the alternative is that you're lying to me or insane," L said levelly.

"I know that I was born in the late 20th century, and that the last date I saw on a calendar was in the early 21st. If you are indeed from the Victorian Era and these new fixtures are from the 1950s... then it would almost be logical to say that we have been 'removed' from our times, as you so succinctly put it..." he took a moment to open his journal, the gesture feeling oddly familiar. He brought out his pen, and comprehension lit up his pale features as he received a response almost immediately while writing.

"It would appear that I am correct. Or at least, that others have reached the same conclusion. Do you know a woman named Lexie Grey, or a man called Sherlock Holmes? It seems that they have also woken up somewhere in this place. Which... apparently... is called Vas Captio."

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j_watson
2010-06-20 10:17 pm UTC (link)

Indignation rose in his voice. "I can assure you I am perfectly sane, or at least I was until I arrived here!"

Watson was about to question the validity of the stranger's statement when he began to elaborate on their situation which seemed to answer the very question on his lips.

When the other man went for his journal, Watson flipped open his box and fetched his journal. Just as it was within his grasp, he heard a name most familiar to him. "Did you say Sherlock Holmes?" Seeing as he gleaned that information from his notebook, Watson hoped he might find similar information in his own.

The contents of the book were exceptionally bizarre and he read them with great care.

"Am I to understand that writing in here will show up there?" He asked, pointing to the other journal.

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inmyownworld
2010-06-20 11:54 pm UTC (link)

L scanned the entries over quickly, occasionally letting his presence be known by jotting a response to the visible entries. He learned quickly that several people remembered him, a concept he found unnerving, along with the fact that they knew him as L. Ah, well. At least he knew what to introduce himself as. Chances were slim that he would find himself in a situation where a person would associate that letter with anything that could be dangerous to him.

"I did say Sherlock Holmes. Others share our predicament, just in different locations, and some remember being here before. It would seem that I've been... but I can only remember the experience vaguely. We have been asked to meet up with someone named Gambit."

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	j_watson 2010-06-21 12:25 am UTC (link)
	Watson settled in for a moment with his journal and wonderful pen that worked like a pencil. Carefully, he read every page filled with strange, foreign styles of handwriting. He scribbled a few things down before looking up to respond. "I am to understand your name is 'L'?" It must have been a pseudonym of some sort. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inmyownworld 2010-06-21 12:47 am UTC (link)
	"It is, and you may address me as such," L replied, all business. "You... seemed interested in the name Sherlock Holmes. Is he an acquaintance of yours?" Few things evaded L's notice, and he had paid particularly close attention to the way Watson's face had lit up with recognition when the name was spoken. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

j_watson
2010-06-21 01:07 am UTC (link)

"Yes," he urgently replied, "Holmes is my friend, and I should like to find him presently."

He read on to see more words appearing. "This is marvelous." He then took stock of what he just said. "It is, of course, terrible that we are all here, but this paper is somehow able to be shared. That is quite remarkable!"

Once more he scribbled words down in his scratchy doctor's handwriting.

"We should find these other people."

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	inmyownworld 2010-06-21 05:08 am UTC (link)
	L nodded in firm agreement. If he was good at anything, it was finding people. "I'd suggest going to the diner. It would appear that people are gathering there." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	j_watson 2010-06-21 05:19 am UTC (link)
	"I see here some people are headed to a chemist's," he commented, pointing to his journal. "I should like to see if I can be of any assistance there." He then realized he had no idea where that might be. "However, first I must find it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inmyownworld 2010-06-21 05:28 am UTC (link)
	"Along with Holmes," L agreed, glancing over Watson's shoulder. "I think I'll accompany you, if you're not adverse to the idea." L closed his eyes, thinking. "I lived there when I was here before, I think. I at least spent a lot of time there... so I'm sure I remember where it is." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

j_watson
2010-06-21 05:36 am UTC (link)

"Good," Watson agreed. "I could certainly use the guidance and would appreciate the company, Mr. L."

Watson packaged up his survival kit and pushed it under his left arm before moving toward the exit to the rooms he had woken up in. His step was that of a permanently wounded man. His left leg strode a normal length, taking his right leg with it shortly thereafter with a long drag of his left foot.

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inmyownworld
2010-06-21 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"Just L," he corrected automatically. Any sort of honorific or title had never seemed to fit well with his name or his identity; they were too stiff, too conventional, and too adult. Having already mostly gutted his survival kit, L decided to leave the plastic casing and socks, carrying the key and tic-tacs in his pocket and the journal and pen in his hands. They seemed invaluable, and he thought it would be useful to keep a constant eye on since new updates seemed to appear often.

L studied Watson's gait with some interest. "Were you in an accident, or is that a wartime injury?" he inquired.

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j_watson
2010-06-22 12:35 am UTC (link)

"A war wound," he shortly answered, not even turning round to address L. Instead, it only strengthened his resolve to get out of the house and to where Holmes was.

Once he got to the front door, he pulled it open and surveyed their surroundings. In a moment of what he thought was brilliance, he flipped open his journal again and began to pen down something new. "Now we only need to find our destination."

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	inmyownworld 2010-06-27 09:05 pm UTC (link)
	L took the opportunity to step ahead of Watson since he planned to lead the way, but first pausing to see what he was writing. "Would it be too much trouble to ask..." he mumbled with his finger in his mouth, peering over Watson's shoulder. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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