Post by dr. john watson on Jan 2, 2011 11:57:09 GMT -5
The affects of whatever brought him were still bothering him, the headache seemed to be a never ending on. At least his stomach was feeling slightly better, he felt kind of embarrassed about getting sick after waking up in front of everyone like that. From the looks of it was as if it was some kind of costume party with all the different outfits people were wearing but something about this all told him that it was more than a case of being drugged and trapped in the world’s worst party. The way he heard the people talk, it was different. A good part of them had the American accent but the way they talked were off, he noticed that with the two females whom the one wore a space suit. The two men one dressed in Victorian clothing and the other in RAF clothing seemed to know each other but both seemed out of time from their clothing.
None of this was adding up and the more he explored where they were, the more confusing it got. One of the towers seemed to be military like with the shooting range and sparing areas. Then there was the one that seemed to be set up for medical person now and now this one which seemed to be for meetings and such with all the rooms and desk. John was hoping to gather a bit more information as why he was brought here. He wondered if Sherlock was around, if there would be already and answer to why they were here or even a theory on it.
Since he had been with Sherlock, he was starting to see the world in a new way and learning how to pay attention to all the details of what was around him. This place was like some kind of base and by the looks of it was a last hold out for whoever built it. With it still running and being in good conditions chances were that the people who where he were all gone or that they were else where in places they could not reach. However with all the people who were brought here with him made him wonder why they were brought here. There were a couple of ideas but John was not too sure.
A hand came up to rest on the wall as he leaned into it. His leg was starting to bother him again and he was feeling more tired than what he ought to be. John reached down with his other hand and rubbed at his knee. It had been a long while since his leg had bothered him and he knew the reasons for that. Sherlock had shown him a new war, one he could fight in. That gave him so much back and now his war was gone and he was stuck in this place. All he could ask for the moment was for Sherlock to be safe and not let him do anything stupid until he got back.
None of this was adding up and the more he explored where they were, the more confusing it got. One of the towers seemed to be military like with the shooting range and sparing areas. Then there was the one that seemed to be set up for medical person now and now this one which seemed to be for meetings and such with all the rooms and desk. John was hoping to gather a bit more information as why he was brought here. He wondered if Sherlock was around, if there would be already and answer to why they were here or even a theory on it.
Since he had been with Sherlock, he was starting to see the world in a new way and learning how to pay attention to all the details of what was around him. This place was like some kind of base and by the looks of it was a last hold out for whoever built it. With it still running and being in good conditions chances were that the people who where he were all gone or that they were else where in places they could not reach. However with all the people who were brought here with him made him wonder why they were brought here. There were a couple of ideas but John was not too sure.
A hand came up to rest on the wall as he leaned into it. His leg was starting to bother him again and he was feeling more tired than what he ought to be. John reached down with his other hand and rubbed at his knee. It had been a long while since his leg had bothered him and he knew the reasons for that. Sherlock had shown him a new war, one he could fight in. That gave him so much back and now his war was gone and he was stuck in this place. All he could ask for the moment was for Sherlock to be safe and not let him do anything stupid until he got back.