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Jennifer Government ([info]government) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-01-25 14:59:00

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Entry tags:in arkham, jennifer government, john watson

As if it had never even happened (Watson)
Jennifer was annoyed.

Early this morning, they had gotten her up and out of bed. They had told her that today she was going to go home. There had been a huge amount of relief in this, because she didn't want to be in this place any more. Since the alarms had started going off, she'd been very bothered about a few things. She had decided that she no longer liked it inside the asylum. She didn't care how comfortable they made her or how many times a day they let her color.

They hadn't given her morning meds.

Of course, she'd thought that they were just going to make her sign a few papers and then she'd be on her way. Out the door. Let free into the world where she could figure out what was going on and try to fix whatever had suddenly gone wrong with her to end her up in a place like this to begin with. Because, she was pretty sure they didn't lock you up in places such as these if you didn't really need to be there. There had to be a reason. Had to be.

She hadn't seen Spock again, which sort of made her wonder if he was avoiding her. That would be a really unhappy thing to find out. She really liked him. Jennifer hoped that she found him on the other side of the doors, out in the city someplace, doing something he would normally do. Though, she couldn't really say what elves did on normal days.

Then they didn't give her mid-morning meds. Or noon meds.

Her head was starting to clear. She kind of wished they'd given her the medications because sitting around and waiting was really boring. At least when she was doped to the gills she could have fun just looking at her fingers. Here she was now, sliding slowly toward awareness and they had left her in a room with a few other chairs and no windows. Occasionally they walked in with clipboards with papers that she needed to sign, and once a doctor came in to see how she was feeling. But they said something about discharge exams, and Jennifer really didn't want anything to do with discharge exams.

"Come ON!" She said to nobody in particular. "Just let me go! You said I could go!"

Sunshine. The park. Maybe she'd find that guy who could explode the pigeons, and make him do that for a while. She needed to get her frustration out somehow. That seemed like a really good way to do it.


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[info]i_blog
2011-01-28 02:55 am UTC (link)
Aside from his one attempt to aid in an escape attempt, Watson had been a model patient. He'd taken his medicine, he'd been calm and polite to the nurses, and he hadn't kicked up a fuss. This, he reasoned, would convince them that he wasn't crazy. They'd release him... eventually.

And then his reward had come; they'd said that the doctors felt he could go. He'd have to do some paperwork, of course, so sometime around midday they'd shuffled him into a room. They hadn't warned him that someone else would be there, though. Someone who was - judging by her outburst - just as frustrated as he was about the whole situation.

"Oh." Watson said, stopping in his tracks just inside the entrance. Behind him, a nurse closed the door. "Ah, hello. Are you being released, too?"

He was a little off his 'pleasantries' game, but a man could try. Watson found a chair and sat down.

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[info]government
2011-01-28 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Jennifer turned and looked over the guy. He was not bad looking, which was a strange thing to be thinking considering how angry she was about the amount of time she'd been stuck in this room. Maybe it was just because the meds were wearing off and she was finally starting to think like herself again and her brain needed to focus on something that would keep her from doing something really obnoxious.

"Yeah." She finally said. "I've been here for a really long time though. They said it would just be a couple of things to sign and then I'd be off. But it's taken so long and it's been more than just a couple of things."

Jennifer stood up from the chair, feeling a little bad now for giving the guy such a negative outlook on the exit process if she'd managed to do so. She didn't want him thinking he was absolutely going to get the same treatment she had. For all she knew, he'd walk out of here in a few minutes.

"Sorry. I'm Jennifer." She held her hand out for him to shake should he want to. "I've been sitting here wondering why they wouldn't just keep me on the meds so at least I could be stupid and happy." The smile she offered was definitely sarcastic, if a smile could be so.

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-01 01:52 am UTC (link)
"Hello, Jennifer. I'm John. Ah, John Watson." The fellow smiled back, though his was pleasant and slightly bewildered. He leaned forward to shake the offered hand. "Hopefully they won't keep us waiting for much longer. I'll tell you, this has been one of the strangest experiences, and I've seen some fairly odd things. I'll be glad to put the hospital behind me."

Now that he knew they might be doing a substantial bit of waiting, John found it hard not to twitch. He couldn't sit, so instead he crossed his arms over his chest and settled back on his heels to wait.

"...you might not know the answer to this, but where are we? I asked the nurse, but her reply didn't make any sense and I didn't want her to change her mind about letting me go."

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[info]government
2011-02-01 07:31 am UTC (link)
Jennifer had to smile. This was the strangest thing he'd been through? He was definitely new to this place, then. It kind of sucked for him that the Asylum was his introduction to The City, but she supposed that there wasn't anything to do about it now. At least he'd know to avoid the place in the future.

"Actually, this is the asylum. Arkham. Arkham Asylum." She knew the significance because she'd done some studying. She had no idea if John Watson would be any better with the pop culture than she was. "The hospital is elsewhere."

Oh... the hospital.... oh no... Simon.... Jennifer realized that she hadn't thought of Simon the entire time she'd been here. Not once. She didn't know if he was here, or if he'd been here and left... she didn't have any idea if he was one of the ones wandering around. And what about Jake? Would they put a cat in a place like this? He was still a cat, though he had those abilities. Poor Jake.

Jennifer kind of felt like a heel.

She sighed. "I'm afraid, John, that it's not going to sound any more sane coming from me. I'm not sure what the nurse told you, but this place is called The City. And it's fucked up, John. It's really fucked up."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-01 09:46 pm UTC (link)
"...so it's actually called 'the City.'" No, John wasn't sure he could believe that, although with the information coming from every direction, it was hard to completely ignore. He frowned. Then he opened his mouth as if to speak, changed his mind, and frowned again.

Arkham apparently didn't ring any bells, because he didn't panic. He reacted, but it was to the rest of what Jennifer had said.

"Alright. Not London, not even a city with a name. Right, then."

He wanted a coffee. He wanted a coffee and a chance to explore. The last of his patience for sitting in the asylum and playing by the rules ebbed away. "Are you a local, then? Or have you been pulled into this as well? Because I ought to be in London."

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[info]government
2011-02-01 10:53 pm UTC (link)
"Well. It has a name. It's just a generic name. And you might find parts of London here. If it thinks that'll make you more comfortable. I wouldn't be surprised to discover some bridge or even that... clock..." The name of it had slipped her mind. It was something she'd learned about in school. She didn't even know if it was now called something different. But she wouldn't have been surprised. The Burger King Big Clock or some such.

Jennifer sat back down. Finding herself tired, but not in a sleepy way. Her body felt it more than her mind. She wanted out, and when she got out the first thing she was going to do was take a nap. Screw all the rest of it.

"You'll know the locals when you see them. They're like ... cows. They do what they do and they do it blindly. The things that happen in this place don't even faze them. They're like the background for a movie. Extras. The others, those of us who aren't quite content, all of us have been pulled in here for some reason."

London. What a strange thing. She'd met people from many places but it felt weird to her to meet somebody who was from her own planet, yet a different dimension of it. Or at least a different time. Perhaps he was from London before it became a part of the Federated United States.

"The place I'm from, it generally freaks people out when I tell them about it."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-01 11:30 pm UTC (link)
"You don't have to talk about where you're from if you'd rather not, but I'm fairly hard to startle." Or so he thought, at least. It was easy to make claims of the sort when you weren't faced with hordes of zombies or a marauding Godzilla.

"London's great. I talk about - and have - lived other places, but I don't think I could ever really leave. Not permanently."

He was babbling. It was habit, talking-as-avoidance. His flatmate would've called him on the nervous tic, and for once John was grateful that Sherlock wasn't around. There was only so much mortification a man could take in a day.

"I don't think I could walk through something like this asylum and not find it strange, though. Not even at home. Familiar surroundings or not, weird is weird."

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[info]government
2011-02-02 06:26 am UTC (link)
"I really don't mind, honestly. It's other people that get weirded out." Jennifer smiled. "I'm from the future. But my future has nothing to do with cool flying cars and space ships like other people's."

Simon's.

Jennifer pointed to the tattoo under her eye. "We're not all barcoded there. This was a personal decision I made because of where I worked. I'll leave it at that, because the rest is a little embarrassing."

Like she was going to tell a perfect stranger that her barcode was for Malibu Barbie. She wasn't sure she'd even told that to Simon.

"In my future, most of the world is a part of the Federated United States. Where you work is your last name. I used to be Maher. Now I'm Government." She gave a little shrug. "Product wars aren't merely ad campaignes anymore. They're actual wars."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-02 07:26 pm UTC (link)
...huh. John's reaction to the news was mostly internal - outwardly, he just frowned a little as he processed what Jennifer had said. The future. Alright. And in the future everyone was an American and they were all named for their places of employment. Watson wasn't sure he fully believed what he was being told, but he nodded politely anyway.

"So I'd be, ah. John Clinic? What happens with the unemployed? Are they just 'John?'"

How would you ever tell people apart?

Watson tried not to stare at the barcode. He couldn't help but look once, of course, but he knew if he started to stare he wouldn't be able to stop. Now that he'd noticed the marking, he really wanted to know the rest of the story.

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[info]government
2011-02-03 12:56 am UTC (link)
"If you lose your job, your former name goes into brackets. To show where you used to work. It'll stay that way until you find a new job. If you have more than one job, you become a hyphenate. If your clinic has a name, it would be the name of the clinic. Or the name of the company that owns the clinic. So if it were, say, Saint Mary's, you'd be John Saint Mary's."

It all sounded so weird to her now that she'd met people with 'normal' last names. It was strange, really, to see how perspectives could change once you were removed from the situation. Something that had seemed commonplace for her, everyday, was now more than a little bizarre.

"It gets weirder for kids. Their last names are where they go to school. McDonald's schools aren't as good as Mattel schools. But then you put the parent's current last name in parenthesis behind it. So it would be Amy Mattel (Nike) or some such."

She was smiling now, at how funny it all sounded.

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-03 07:25 pm UTC (link)
John couldn't help but smile. "That," he started, "sounds complicated." Then, realizing that he'd just passed a judgement, Watson quickly added, "but clearly it worked where you're from, or they wouldn't have kept doing it."

Still. Complicated. He wouldn't have been able to keep track, that's for certain. John mulled over the last name conundrum for a few seconds, then tilted his head to the side. Huh.

"Maybe this is one of those 'you ought not to ask, lest you change the future' things, but how did it get that way? Did people transition from family names, or..."

He trailed off to let Jennifer answer.

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[info]government
2011-02-03 10:21 pm UTC (link)
"It is complicated." She assured him.

"I... I don't really know. It happened before I was born. Also, I don't think it counts as risky future changing behavior when you're not even in the same dimension."

Now that she had somebody to talk to, Jennifer was finding that she wasn't quite so anxious about how long she'd been sitting in this room. John Watson was definitely proving to be a good distraction. Though she did hope they weren't going to be stuck here for much longer. She wanted to be back out in the City. Finding people.

"What about the London you come from? What's it like there? I just know the United Kingdom Territories. I live in the Australian Territories myself. Or I did. Before here."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-04 02:48 am UTC (link)
"London? Busy. Rainy. Cold, I suppose. Decent amount of crime, but that's possibly because we go looking for it." Watson paused just long enough to realize how that admission must have sounded. Oops. "My flatmate's a detective. He takes me along." Because he liked the company? Because he preferred to think aloud and needed something to talk to while he did so? "Because I'm a medical doctor."

Only partially true, but it sounded better than the other options.

"I'm from 2010, so. War in the Middle East. Elizabeth II is on the throne. We're getting the Olympics in 2012, that'll be something."

As he said it all aloud, it sounded so mundane. Nothing compared to company-based last names and a global government, really.

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[info]government
2011-02-04 08:06 am UTC (link)
"Wow. 2010." Jennifer was really amazed by that. She tried to imagine London in an England that was it's own country. Not overrun by everything American. Now that she thought about it, she realized that John was speaking with an accent, one that you only saw on really old movies and television where she'd come from.

Everybody in the Federated United States had American accents. Even the different ones from other parts of the country had faded long before she'd been old enough to know there had ever been a thing such as that.

She supposed her brain was just used to that and didn't really notice the accents anymore. She'd have to listen more carefully once she was outside again.

"A detective? I work for CBI here." She thought of Charlie. Yet another person that hadn't entered her brain since she'd been in this place. Really, what kind of drugs were these? "Erm. City Bureau of Investigation. Like the FBI. Only... not." There was no good way to explain it.

"But I'm not sure I understand taking a doctor along on investigations. I apologize for that, I don't mean to insult you or anything."

Jennifer smiled again. "I have to say, John, that your London sounds very nice."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-04 06:01 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not insulted. I honestly think he does it so that he'll have someone to talk to along the way. He's not police - he consults. Sort of a private detective, I suppose." He ignored the fact that Sherlock would absolutely not describe himself as a private detective. Holmes's explanations were complicated. 'Private detective' was simple.

It suddenly occurred to John that he was no longer thinking of this 'City' as an impossibility. Nor was he considering Jennifer a mad person, in spite of her descriptions of the future.

Huh. Perhaps he'd really gone mad, after all. She seemed so lucid, though, and while Watson admired the intellect in people who possessed a great deal of it, he was more in touch with the gut. Instinct said that she wasn't lying.

"It is nice," he agreed. "I'm sure this, ah, 'City' isn't bad, although I'll say that there are better welcomes than hospitalization. And this is coming from a doctor; I don't mind hospitals."

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[info]government
2011-02-04 11:40 pm UTC (link)
"I don't think it'll make you feel any better, but this Arkham thing isn't how I was introduced to the City. This is new. New and very unpleasant. When I got here, I walked out of my work building onto the street here. It was a very bizarre experience."

Jennifer thought about it for a moment. "I suppose it's not all bad. The place provides you a job if you need one. A place to live. Food. I've met some very interesting people since I've been here. To be honest, this is a better place than where I come from, sure there have been some really weird experiences, I'm not sure I enjoyed being a zombie very much. But all in all, it's pretty nice."

A doctor entered the room then, handing them each a piece of paper. Jennifer read hers and it said that she was now free and clear. She was half expecting there to be a big rubber stamped "sane" across the paper, but there wasn't. She even turned it over to look at the back and make sure. Of course she hoped that John's would say the same thing, but part of her felt a little annoyed that that could be the case. That he wouldn't have to sit in the blasted room for hours and hours.

Without saying anything, the doctor was gone.

"What does yours say?" She asked her new friend. "I wonder if they expect me to walk out of here in these jammies, or if they've got my stuff anywhere..."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-05 04:03 am UTC (link)
John turned over the piece of paper, perplexed, only to find that he'd been released. "Clean bill of health," he said. Then he held up the page for emphasis. His smile was lopsided; he didn't really feel that he needed the piece of paper to know that he was sane, but if it was necessary to walk out, so be it.

"I hope we get proper clothes. Pajamas aren't terribly dignified. Or warm. And then there's the matter of identification, but if we're in some strange City I don't suppose anything in my wallet would register, anyway."

Now there was a sobering thought. What was he going to do about... hold on. In the paperwork distraction, John had glossed over a very important point.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Did you just say you'd been a zombie?"

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[info]government
2011-02-05 04:59 am UTC (link)
"You might be surprised what you find in your wallet." Jennifer got up out of the chair and peeked into the hallway. Nobody was out there, but the paper said that she could go to the front desk and show it and she'd be released. Hopefully there she'd be given her things back. Unless she'd been brought here without anything. That would make getting home rather interesting. She didn't exactly have on the correct supporting garments a girl should wear when going out in public. Nor did she have shoes. Just the slippers.

"We had a zombie outbreak. It was chaos. One of the most horrifying things I've been through in my life, it's safe to say. I got bit by a really really big zombie. Right on my ass. Then I became one. I have no memory really of the time. Vague pictures. I can only hope I didn't eat somebody. I don't know if I could live with that."

Jennifer looked back at John. "I think the front desk is down this hall. To the left are the doors I came through from the Asylum proper, I'm guessing right is the way out. If you find anything strange in your stuff, if they give us our stuff, if we had stuff.... it's probably yours. The City will provide you most of what you might need or want. There may be keys. Other things. Can't really be sure until we get there."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-06 08:25 pm UTC (link)
John's mind was not ready to process zombies. He was just starting to be okay with mysterious abductions and people from the future. So? He nodded silently to Jennifer's assertion that she'd been bitten and might've eaten someone.

Yikes.

Instead, he focused on the mundane. He could think about keys and wallets. "So the City's going to give me keys?" Convenient. A bit odd, but if his abductor wanted to take care of the housing details, he could be okay with that short-term.

"Do people we've known ever show up? Because I had a flatmate, and he'll probably be worried." In his own special, emotionless way. John didn't expect a great display from Sherlock, but he did expect that the detective would comb London for him.

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[info]government
2011-02-07 09:57 pm UTC (link)
"Keys to houses, keys to cars." Jennifer shrugged. "You can't ever know until you've got them in hand what they'll be for."

She wondered if Jake was back at the apartment yet. Or if he'd been forced to leave at all. She really hoped it was the second option. The idea of Jake in Arkham bothered her more than the thought of anybody else being in there. It just seemed extra wrong that a cat would be placed in a building like that.

"I haven't personally seen anybody I know, but others have. Sometimes though, they show up and they're not exactly the person you knew. They're from a time later than yours or earlier. Or from an entirely different universe. We've got a fellow here named Hannibal Lecter. Only he's a kid. A kid."

She stopped at the front desk. The woman there was behind what seemed to Jennifer to be three feet of leaded glass. Of course, knowing the kind of people that were inside, could she really be blamed? Jen slipped her paper into the metal tray and slid it in with a great clunking noise. She watched the nurse read it and then nod, she turned her back and Jennifer watched as a pile of her own belongings were gathered and returned through the noisy device.

"Hey now. At least I have pants!"

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-08 01:11 am UTC (link)
"Hannibal Lecter." John gaped in disbelief. "The Hannibal Lecter? Like Sir Anthony Hopkins, creepy face-mask, likes to eat people? That..."

Alright. She was toying with him. Probably. Perhaps he'd accepted the rest of the story too easily and now it was a game to see how much he'd swallow. Watson settled on that explanation. It made more sense than Hannibal Lecter being somewhere about.

When it was his turn, John deposited his release slip in the tray and received his clothes and shoes as a reward. He tried to copy Jennifer's positive attitude. He had a feeling that a cheerful outlook was going to be the only way he was likely to get through the ordeal of going out into a strange city full of cannibalistic mass-murderers.

"Well, it sounds like exploring will be interesting, if nothing else."

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[info]government
2011-02-08 02:20 am UTC (link)
She'd already managed to slide her pants on without showing any undue part of herself. Her bra had also snaked inside of her hospital shirt. Now she was performing the magic trick all girls knew of replacing one shirt with the other without anybody getting a peek at anything.

"No. Not the same. He's younger, as I said. I've seen him myself. He and another doctor were the ones to start the zombie virus. We were going to charge them with ... well. Whatever we could. But we were ... stymied. I guess that's the right word. It seemed, on top of that, since they also provided the cure, nobody was really angry about it."

Jennifer didn't want to get into the whole frustration she had about the way the City worked and what it meant for the law. She felt just as frustrated here really as she had back home. Just in entirely different ways.

"I'm sure if you want to meet him, you can find him. He works at the City Hospital. And it's not like this is a huge place anyway. The City itself might put you in his path for the fun of it." She slid her shoes on and looked at the other items she'd been given. Her badge was here, but not her gun. She didn't know if she should be happy or concerned.

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-08 02:32 am UTC (link)
"That's -- that's completely irresponsible." Which went without saying, really. What sort of doctor released a zombie virus? "I'll have to look into the Hospital. I'm a medical doctor myself, it wouldn't hurt to know where the facilities are located." And, well. If this was going to be any sort of long-term, he'd want something to do.

But not if they set loose zombie viruses. Which he didn't believe in. Yet.

"So you can't prosecute someone for releasing a biohazard? I mean, it's wonderful that they were about to produce a cure, but beyond the ethics of the thing it seems like there'd be some sort of criminal penalty. Reckless endangerment at least, if not murder. Did anyone die?"

John was a bit worse about changing. He turned his back to give Jennifer some privacy, but he wasn't as skilled at swapping clothing. His pants he put on over the pajamas, because he wasn't sure how to swap trousers for the baggy cotton things without taking them off entirely. The shirt he simply slid off and swapped. Watson was much less shy about a bare back than exposed boxer shorts - one was acceptable if there were no alternatives, one was not acceptable at all.

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[info]government
2011-02-08 02:40 am UTC (link)
"Anybody who died came back to life. Happened like that when we had a serial killer too. He was offing people left and right, but one day, they were all just alive again. My boss says no deaths, no crime."

She was starting to be annoyed about it all over again. "This place doesn't exactly make my job easy."

Jennifer made sure to avert her eyes until she was pretty sure he was done with changing. She supposed they could have gone looking for bathrooms to change in, but personally she didn't want to go anywhere except out the front doors. Going back inside for any reason seemed like a stupid idea to her.

"You should go to the hospital anyway. You're a doctor, I'm betting there's a job set up for you already. If you want it, of course. I haven't seen anything that says we have to have jobs. I do mine out of habit really. I suppose also boredom. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I wasn't working at least some of the time."

She looked at John, a bit of sorrow in her eyes for him. He was about to walk out into a world that had fucked up her whole belief system in everything. Not something she exactly wished on anybody else.

"There are a lot of strange things out there, John. I just want you to be ready for it. It sound cavalier coming out of my mouth, but I'm not used to it yet either."

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[info]i_blog
2011-02-08 02:49 am UTC (link)
Abruptly, John was back to believing Jennifer. It was funny how his belief went in cycles; something absurd would happen, he'd shut it out, and then with no warning his mind would be changed. He believed, if nothing else, in the sincerity of her concern.

John blinked a few times and fought a frown. What had he happened into? If even a tenth of the stories were true, he was no longer certain he was ready to see what was on the other side of the hospital doors. He wanted his freedom, though. He could brave some uncertainty in order to have it.

"I'm not sure if I'm prepared, but I can handle a little excitement. Perhaps I will go down to the hospital. If nothing else, someone needs to keep an eye on the troublemakers." It was meant to be a joke, but John didn't laugh. His forced smile was lopsided.

"Thank you for the warning," John added. "It's better to know what I'm facing, I think."

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[info]government
2011-02-08 03:00 am UTC (link)
"To be fair, I think even the ones who have been here a really long time aren't ever truly ready for what this place throws at them. They might take it a little easier than the rest of us, but ..." she shook her head. "This City has some pretty crazy ideas."

She almost bombarded him with a couple other stories, but decided against it. Even though the ones she'd thought of were funny, like the Cupid it had released on them, they were still fairly traumatizing. Jennifer figured that she'd done enough to warn and possibly worry the guy.

Standing in front of the doors now, Jennifer wondered what the City would look like on the other side of them. If there were any further 'improvements' going on, or if it would be just the same as when she'd left it.

"Ready?" She asked John, but didn't actually wait before giving the heavy door a big shove.

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