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Tweak says, "nothing"

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 2010-06-21 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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