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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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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.

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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."

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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?

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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?"

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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!)

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