Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "They Mostly Come At Night"

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

skipped3rdgrade ([info]skipped3rdgrade) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-19 19:08:00

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags:day 1: reboot, lexie grey, location: church, location: five and dime, sherlock holmes

Day 1

Who: Lexie Grey and Sherlock Holmes
What: Waking up in Vas Captio
Where: The Church
When: 10:15AM
Rating: Likely PG

Four hours ago Lexie Grey had fallen asleep in the on call room at Seattle Grace. Wrapped up in a blanket that felt more like wool than cotton and sheets that had probably been in service since she was in high school, Lexie fell asleep with her pager next to her head and a relative level of comfort.Waking up on a wooden pew in a much-too-bright church wasn't exactly what Lexie would have expected. In fact, if she would have known what was going to happen once she fell asleep, Alexandra Grey would have never, ever gone to sleep at all. She would have made herself stay awake. However, laying there with her eyes on familiar rafters did nothing to calm Lexie Grey.

Problem was, she remembered falling asleep in Seattle Grace - but she remembered before that. Problem was, nothing about Lexie Grey's memory was vague. Photographic memory was not a good thing in this case. There wasn't anything to dull the edges, nothing to make this all feel better.

Rolling off the edge of the pew, Lexie groaned a little, feeling stiff. She stood there, looking over the familiar space. There at the end of the pew was the familiar box, <i>Vas Captio</i>, on the otuside and she was sure she knew what would be on the inside.

'Hello?" She said tentatively, voice coming out a bit too quiet for her own good. She didn't see anyone else there with her, but that didn't mean there wasn't. Lexie knew better than to assume anything about this place. She'd reach out and pick up the box, not opening it yet. How did she wind up here again? Why?

Hold it together, Doctor Grey, everything was going to be okay.


(Post a new comment)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-19 11:47 pm UTC (link)
The world shocked into place when Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes. He sat up like a gun shot, taking in a sharp breath through his nose. What he expected to find was his study at 221b in London, but where he found himself couldn't be further away.

Church. Small. Quiet. Not in town. Empty with sunlight coming in. No smell of incense and a heavy collection of dust. This church is out of use. And then-

Holmes turns, looking the woman directly in the eye. He realizes that it was her calling that woke him. He offers a smile, as she looks more distraught than threatening, and then goes back to looking around. Beside him is a small box, which says "Vas Captio" on it. He frowns at that and lifts the box. It's made of some strange, smooth material- could it be plastic? How strange. The mechanism to open it is simple enough and there are some curious things inside.

"Indulgeo mihi," he says to the woman. "Operor vos teneo qua nos es?"

(Reply to this) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-19 11:56 pm UTC (link)
Lexie would stand there, jumping abck with a start when the other man sat up so abruptly. Right, she knew somebody had to be there, did it really make a lot of sense that she got all jittery and uncomfortable. She didn't recognize this man - and Lexie wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'm sorry--" she shook her head, putting her hand out in front of her in a seemingly defensive manner. "As much Latin as I know--" Oh, yes she knew Latin, so much in medicine was based on it, the stress seeemed to have sucked it right out of her mind.

"I'm Lexie," she was trying to calm the man down. "Do you know where you are," she was betting that he didn't.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 12:14 am UTC (link)
"Ah! Forgive me. I assumed from the surroundings that the language of the church might have been the best means of communication." He clicked the box closed and held it at his hip as he rounded the pew and approached her.

Offering his hand he said, "I am Sherlock Holmes and I'm at a loss. I would gather I'm no longer in London. Possibly a port town, Southampton?"

He looked around again, scanning for anything that could give him a clue. Things didn't feel right. Nothing made sense as he so commonly knew it. Between the architecture of the small church and the strange clothing of Ms. Lexie, he was ready to explain this all away to a run in with the cocaine bottle instead of kidnapping.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 12:26 am UTC (link)
"You assumed?" Why would anybody assume that?

Did she really land in Vas with grade-A crazy?

"Nice meeting you," she took the man's hand and give it the same sort of shake she was accustomed to giving patients. It was a kind sort of thing, carrying with it Lexie's own brand of warmth. It was supposed to be sterile and firm - the sort of shake that commanded authority and competence. Instead, when Lexie did it, it came out as a warm thing. Frankly, it took weeks to train the urge to squeeze with the other one out of her.

"I don't really know where this place is," she said a little more firmly. "It's Vas Captio, I don't think it's anywhere near Southampton." She stepped back, picking up the box and opening it. She pulled out the journal with it's pen, the gum, and matches and put them all in her pocket. The key was new, it went in the other. The socks? Well, she held them out to Sherlock. "You can have these if you want them." A peace offering, perhaps.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 12:41 am UTC (link)
He shook her hand warmly. He shook many ladies' hands and they were often overly timid and polite. This woman shook hand with masculine firmness and confidence. She is a single woman then, one with a stable life. Still there was gentleness and care in the touch- it reminded him of Watson.

At the offering of the socks he cocked his head and smirked. "I have a pair of my own, but thank you." His thoughts tumbled around and atop each other and some came out. "I haven't heard of 'Vas Captio-' are you a doctor?" His eyes sparkled at the thought. It was a risky assumption- it would be more likely she was a nurse, but in the strange environment he was inclined to make bigger leaps than normal. He also thought she may be a sister of some denomination of the church he wasn't familiar with.

He observed the way she went through the box and her comfort with the contents. "You're familiar with this place, and yet you don't know where it is... How can this be?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 12:54 am UTC (link)
Sherlock, like it or not, was kind of charming. Charming in the kind of way that a girl imagined a old-time gentleman would be. Then again, what the man was wearing probably helped with that.

"You never know, you'll probably want them later," she smiled, dropping her own pair back in the box. "I don't think too many people have heard of Vas Captio." Her smile was small. That second question brought that smile out a bit further. "I'm a surgeon." Similar, but not quite the same. Doctors were less hardcore. They didn't take people's lives literally in their hands. No hearts. No lungs. Just sticks of needles and application of salve. No, that wasn't what Lexie was. She cut and stitched. Completely different.

"Last time," yes, there was a last time, "We didn't know where it was..." This was where Lexie's memory failed her. One moment she was here, the next she wasn't. "I know," her smile got a bit more weak, "It sounds crazy."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 01:13 am UTC (link)
"My dear woman, I am not the type to believe in fanciful things- and yet, it seems as though all is not as it should be here." He set his fingers on her arm, just behind her elbow, the touch faint enough to allow her to move away if it caused her discomfort. He began to guide her away from the pews.

"I'm most impressed that you are a surgeon. I've known few women with the constitution for such things and none had the means or opportunity to actually pursue the trade." He wondered about Watson momentarily, but there were more important issues to occupy his mind.

"You apparently woke up unexpectedly in this place as I have done. Pray, tell me what you last remember before being here, what you remember about this place, and what you mean when you say "We did not know where it was."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 01:22 am UTC (link)
Fanciful? His dear woman? Welcome to the modern age, Holmes, this was all totally un-PC. Lexie, though, didn't show any signs of discomfort, and she'd let that other man attempt to guide her away from the pews. There wasn't really far to go, though. They'd wind up a bit nearer to the door with Lexie turning inward to the other man, resisting the urge to cross her arms.

"You're definitely not from where I'm from..." Lexie said with a shake of her head. Oh, there had been people from all over the place. All over time. She didn't know how to explain that so she just looked down at her shoes for a moment.

"We were trapped there. Here. We couldn't get out. The town didn't have a name and it was all run down. It's hard to tell where you are when you're trapped inside a giant cage." That was putting it gently.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 01:38 am UTC (link)
Holmes stepped back respectfully and observed. "Which is America, no doubt. I happen to be fond of American women." Most English gentlemen found the ways of American women to be quite low and crass. The attitudes and independence were intimidating. Holmes, however, saw most parties as equals and an impressive woman was an impressive person to him. He meant the comment as a gesture of respect.

On the issue of being trapped, Holmes offered, "This is a prison?" He pondered all manner of gates and fortresses, perhaps a great moat. There is always a way out, it is simply a matter of finding it. Looking to the door, Holmes wondered what the outside had in store for him.

"If you were here before and back again, how did you come to leave the first time?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 01:53 am UTC (link)
"Seattle," She smiled in confirmation. Except, well, that last bit? About being fond of American women? That sounded suspiciously like how men in a bar would say they liked blondes. "Well, I'm sure I'm not exactly the sort of American woman you're expecting." Because she was looking Holmes over, taking in his attire and his mode of speech. No, Holmes was really not in Kansas anymore.

"It's a prison," she turned, actually taking the opportunity to push the door open. She was going to go out there and see if her friends were here - and hopefully Holmes would follow.

"Open up your journal," she said, nodding to his box as she turned to step out of the church and onto the sidewalk. She squinted a little at the the brightness. Well, at least they had nice weather.

"Is there any writing yet?" She was sort of hoping for a map. This place wasn't familiar, though. Not from what she could tell. She thought she knew it from the rafters and the church - but everything was out of place. The forest wasn't as dense and oddly enough everything looked new.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 02:32 am UTC (link)
He wasn't used to the people around him taking charge, but he didn't mind it so far. He opened the box and plucked out the journal, wondering what she meant by "yet."

Once outside a building he opened his journal and observed the pages. "It's blank. Is anything in yours?" The forest was thick, full of thin, twisting trees. He'd never been terribly fond of nor adverse to nature, but he didn't like what he saw and couldn't explain why. Nothing seemed overtly wrong, though it bothered him that he really couldn't place the architecture of the church.

Nor could he place the architecture of the strange building he noticed to his left. "What on Earth is that?" He asked as he started to wander across the street. It looked like a squat playhouse, but again it didn't look quite right. The whole business was quite puzzling and starting to unsettle him.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 02:39 am UTC (link)
She moved along confidently, reaching into the pocket to pull out her journal and her pen. "Watch," she said, starting to write her entry. She'd get two or three words in, confident that they'd show up in Sherlock's journal in no time.

Lexie, for her part, looked a bit annoyed at the architecture as well. That theater wasn't as she'd recalled. It wasn't run down. It wasn't busted to bits. No, it was new and shining.

"It's a movie theater," she said distractedly, looking at the blank marquis. She slowed up, waiting for the eventual reaction from Holmes. "I know. It's weird." She was speaking of the journal. "I have no idea how it works." It just did. It always had.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 03:07 am UTC (link)
Before Holmes really had a moment to register the appearing ink in his journal his attention was taken. "Movie?" What exactly is a movie?" He shook his head and went back to the journal. A few words were scrawled at the top. He rubbed his eyes, filled with confusion and frustration.

"I know. It's weird." She was speaking of the journal. "I have no idea how it works." It just did. It always had.

"I think I must be dreaming. Or perhaps I have finally gone mad. No other explanation soothes my logical mind." He opened his jacket to reach for his cigarette case and frowned to find it missing. He patted down his pockets and found nearly all of them empty. The only thing left was the pocket watch in his vest and the tiny compass at the other end of it's chain. He curiously checked the time. Just after 10, and the sun's position certainly agreed- how strange that his watch would be correct.

He turned to Ms. Lexie with theatrical bravado and lifted his chin. "I should like to see if we can find anyone else as well as a cigarette."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 03:15 am UTC (link)
"A film?" Oh... goodness. No movies?

Lexie frowned for a second or so. She looked at the buidling and thought carefully. "Photographs, you have those, don't you? When you take a bunch of photographs one after another you can capture motion.. And.." Wait, was she really explaining a movie?

She stopped when the other man started calling himself mad. She'd take the few steps to close up the gap between them and she'd put her hand on the other's bicep, a comforting sort of motion.

"It's strange. Probably even more for you." She looked down the road. "If we can find the gas station I'm sure we'll find you a cigarette." She looked left and right and down the road that sprawled out in front of them. "It's going to get more weird than this," she felt like she was telling him he had cancer. "So, you're just going to have to trust me tha you're sane and that this is all very real." She'd never met someone fresh in before. She never wanted to do it again.

Leave the welcoming to Sam and Andy.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 03:22 am UTC (link)
Holmes immediately tensed at her touch. He wasn't threatened, he just simply wasn't used to anyone touching him. The moment passed quickly, and he relaxed. She was saying things he still didn't understand like whatever a gas station was. There was so much to learn and understand about this strange new place. He was used to having everything understood after years of learning the smallest details, but this was something separate from all that.

About now, with his hands so tied, the only thing he truly wanted to do was get to where Ms. Lexie thought cigarettes might be. "I will put myself in your hands- as there is little else for me to do- and once I can become of some use my full attention will go to that end."

(Reply to this) (Parent)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 03:39 am UTC (link)
Lexie felt him touch. This was weird. She knew what she read about that whole 'propriety' thing, and she was pretty sure she'd just crossed that line with Sherlock. She wasn't sure if she ought to apologize. This was a lot more stressful than she ever would have expected it to be.

"We'll get you some nicotine," she reassured him, letting her hand fall away as she turned to lead him down the street. Holmes, you hadn't seen anything yet - Lexie was going to take youright down Main street, right in front of all those shops. Clothing, televisions, hardware. As they came in front of the television shop where she frowned a little.

"Sherlock, what year is it where you came from?" She felt like an absolutely terrible introduction to the twentieth century.

(Reply to this) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 06:14 am UTC (link)
Dread coiled in Holmes' gut. The appearance of everything continued to look wrong. Then his new-found companion asked him what year he came from. Holmes rubbed a hand over his jaw. He paused, the stubble wasn't the right length for this time of day or how long he should have been out to wake up somewhere far away.

"Eighteen eighty-eight," Holmes told her, eyes darting about. "Where are all the people? This town does not look so old and run down." The stores fascinated him as much as they unsettled him. He found himself running over to the windows to peer in at brightly colored dresses and fancy shoes. The televisions didn't make much sense to him and he scowled at their brown-gray glass. It wasn't until the five and dime that Holmes perked up with interest and darted into the shop, filled with curiosity.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 08:51 pm UTC (link)
Oh goodness the poor man looked skittish. More than skittish. Sherlock might have tied to hide it but she could positively feel it. Then again, darting eyes and shaky hands usually indicated a lack of comfort.

"Welcome to--" she looked around. It wasn't 2007 right now. Oh, she was sure of that. "I think its 1950-something." She looked over the dresses, same as he and then the televisions. she moved with him until he started to run and for a moment she sighed, finishing her note in the journal before trailing in behind him.

The five and dime was well lit and the things in it were brand new - in spite of what Lexie could only describe as vintage, cheery packaging.

"Sherlock?" She called as she stepped further in, following the front of the store and peering down the aisles.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 09:13 pm UTC (link)
"Nineteen fifty?" Holmes was taking long strides toward the enticing little packages of useless items. "There's so much here." He turned looking for a cashier. "This place is well kept, so why is no one supervising it?" He met her eyes. "Did you buy things before; when you were here last?"

Holmes would have never admitted it, but he was a bit of a magpie. He kept strange trinkets from his cases and had an awful weakness for, what could only be best referred to as, "stuff." His fingers grazed plastic and paper packages. He was in front of a row of bottles and bars of soap of strange titles and smells. He picked up a bottle and frowned to find it half empty. He set the bottle back on the shelf and plucked up a bar of soap. He popped open the wrapper and sniffed it- it was awful, like basil and candyfloss. Holmes wrinkled his nose in distaste and tossed the soap back on the shelf.

There was no denying that this place was filled with the kinds of useless treasures that Holmes loved. He wanted to look through all of it and see what had been invented and enhanced. Then there were things that were similar to what he'd been drawn to before, like awful porcelain statues and little glass containers. With no one watching the place, he could easily take what he wanted but that was not his way. He had to know what the rules were before he would be willing to claim anything for himself.

He finally paused and looked at Ms. Lexie. Suddenly the stuffy, proper, grown man was more like a child brimming with excitement. He looked as though he would ask her what he could have like she was his mommy. He managed to contain that sentiment.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 10:30 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, I know.. it's a little strange for me, too," more than a little strange. Because this all looked new. Moving along with a bounce in her step she would eventually catch up with Holmes. He was standing in a place 70 years out of his comfort zone and yet to Lexie, well, he looked almost gleeful. Like this was fantastic. Then again, if someone had dropped her in 2058 she imagined her reaction would be a sort of glee, too.

"Last time it was all sort of ruined. Like people had lived here and it'd fallen apart. This all looks new," she was reaching out to pick up one of the bars of soap. Soap. She would have killed for it in the last go around.

"There isn't anybody here to buy from." And she imagined there wouldn't be. "It's kind of like... provisions." Lexie kept running into these thoughtful pausing moments, the sort she usually reserved for patients where she knew she had to be careful with what she said and how she said it. Yes, she was treating the detective with a bit of kid gloves.

"You know what I'm not seeing?" She asked, wandering to an adjacent aisle. "Food. There's nothing to eat."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-20 10:52 pm UTC (link)
"Food? Should there be?" This was a very different kind of store than he was used to. Usually food- even pre-packaged snacks- was sold in it's own shop. This seemed like a place for items, not snacks, but he wasn't about to judge. But what if that meant this was where the food should have been and now there wasn't any. He frowned at the notion.

"We're here on our own with nothing to our name but this," he raised the survival kit box. "So we're given things here... because we have nothing." The thought was thrilling to Holmes, who could find uses for many of the things in there that other people would never consider. He briefly wondered if there was a limit to what he could take (other than the limit of his pockets and arms).

His thoughts drifted back to the notion of food. "If you're hungry we can shift our focus to searching for something you can eat."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-20 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"There was something in all the shops last time. Candy, slimfast bars, chips..." Lexie felt a pang of discomfort at the thought. She squinted at the front of the shop where she expected to at least see a few candybars - instead the rack was empty, though it looked quite ready for something to be deposited in it. Something like candy.

"That about sums it up," she said a bit glumly. She uncrossed her arms and walked up to the front of the store.

"It's not that I'm hungry now. It's that I will be. We all will be." She opened her journal back up to see a flurry of comments on the page. She turned the opened page to Sherlock. "There's a lot of us." She was walking up to the counter and pulling up to sit on top of it, already searching the handwriting for familiar bits.

"There's other people who have been here before..." She sounded a little distracted. "And people who haven't been, too." She clicked her tongue a little. "Sarah Jane says she needs help, apparently the person she woke up with was hurt." Her mind was away from food and more into doctor mode now. "Want to coem find the pharmacy?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-21 01:23 am UTC (link)
Holmes gave another lingering look around the store. He walked past the isle with the soap and grabbed a bar at random, then shoved it into his pocket. He would come back for more later, especially if more important things were happening right then. "Certainly. I wouldn't wish for us to split up at this time, not until we have a better understanding of things. I would, however, like to come back here again- at a more appropriate time."

He offered her a smile and- for once in his life- waited for someone else to lead the way.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-21 01:27 am UTC (link)
Lexie sighed, if Holmes hadn't noticed she'd been scribbling quite a bit in that journal of hers. It seemed like every couple of beats she was writing something down.

And then came that hard, fast sigh.

Oh, Lexie Grey was more than just a little annoyed and it was all because of Holmes' dear friend Watson.

"Sherlock?" She called out, waving her hand a little to get him to come over and then pushing off the counter top. "Do you know someone named Doctor John Watson?" She turned the book around again. She kept trying to get him to pay attention to it, and maybe this would help. "Whoever he is, he's asking about you."

Take a gander at that, Sherlock. Did you recognize the handwriting?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]detsholmes
2010-06-21 03:23 am UTC (link)
Holmes stopped short and his mouth dropped open. Not only was there writing from Ms. Lexie on the page but many others. "Watson? He's here?" He snatched the journal from her hand and scanned the page. "All these people are here?" He stopped and looked up, then handed the journal back and fumbled his own out of the box. Sure enough it was full of the same writing. He took up his pen and joined in, scribbling a quick note. He stared at the page for a long moment- this truly flew in the face of logic- but finally snapped it closed and looked at Ms. Lexie.

"To the pharmacy then?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]skipped3rdgrade
2010-06-21 03:41 pm UTC (link)
"Yep, they're all here." And so far, there were too many names she recognized. Unfortunately, she didn't see any of the handwriting she wanted to see - not yet.

"Pharmacy it is," she nodded, the expression she wore was a bit out of place - too serious for her features.

Unlike Holmes, Lexie didn't bother taking anything from the Five and Dime. No, she remembered enough from before to know that if she needed something she had her ways of coming across it. Sometimes in Vas Captio Lexie Grey was just a little bit lucky. Sometimes.

Pushing the door open with a jingle of bells, Lexie stepped outside, looking left and right up and down the street. Caddycorner to them and across the street was a big blue awning with 'East End Pharmacy' scrolled across it in bright white letters.

"There she blows." Lexie said, leading the way across the empty avenue.

(Continuing in a new thread for the joiners in at the Pharmacy!)

(Reply to this) (Parent)

Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs