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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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