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[boswellblogger]

Oh for the love of- Shit. All right. I still haven't figured out all the ways this thing works. I mean, a phone is one thing, but this is a bit more complicated than it needs to be.

[There's a heavy pause, and a sigh. When he speaks again, his voice is slightly strained.]

Is there a way to figure out who all's here on this island? I probably should have just asked at the hospital, I just... wanted to see if there was anyone I might know.

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[redwinekindofgirl]

Asking usually helps.

[A beat.]

But I work at the police station, maybe I can help you. I'm Julie.

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[boswellblogger]

[A little sheepish, amused even in the stress of his situation.] Right, yes, I realize that is the logical way. That's great, though, the police station, that's good. Do you know if Sherlock Holmes is here? Tall, thin, mess of curly hair, bit of an arse?

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[redwinekindofgirl]

Sherlock-- I don't even need to check the records, I'm sure he's here. He's not the kind of guy who makes himself hard to miss.

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[boswellblogger]

[He laughs.] Yeah, that definitely sounds like him. That's very good to know. Thank you, Julie. I'm John Watson, by the way. Forgot to do that, sorry.

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[redwinekindofgirl]

Good to meet you, John. [There's some humour in her voice.] I'd offer to give you his address, but that might be pushing data protection too far, even in a community like ours.

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[boswellblogger]

[He scoffs, and it turns into a short chuckle.] I don't think that'll be necessary, but thank you. I do appreciate the help.

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[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

Ah... Doctor Watson?

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[boswellblogger]

...Yes? [He pauses.] How do you know I'm a doctor?

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[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

This is going to sound odd, but you've been here before. Though you don't remember it, I know.

As for people you might know, both Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler are present.

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[boswellblogger]

This is just going to keep getting more confusing, isn't it? Christ.

[Though he sounds unsteady at first, the relief and happiness in his voice becomes almost palpable.] Wait. Really? Sherlock's here? Oh, thank God.

Sorry, I know you know me, but I haven't asked for your name yet, have I? That seems a bit rude.

[worldsonly]

[ and with nothing at all amiss in his voice, sounding only faintly annoyed, his the world is infinitely too slow for my tastes and this bothers me tone: ] I'll come get you.

[ because normally he'd text (or just show up), but under the circumstances, he's aware that he might need to provide a little more proof of his identity. he wonders if he'd have behaved differently only a couple of years ago, if this is such a drastic change that it will cause John to be concerned.

(but really, he needs the time to rein himself back in.) ]

[boswellblogger]

[He would know that voice anywhere - he can't keep the smile off his face, he's sure Sherlock can hear it when he speaks.] Can you actually tell where I am? I suppose you can probably figure it out if anyone can, but I have to say I don't really know what to tell you in terms of surrounding landmarks.

[worldsonly]

I could easily deduce it from the background audio, John, I am a professional.

[ a beat. ]

But I do also know where new arrivals are turned out into the streets.

[boswellblogger]

[He laughs.] Right, course you are.

How long have you been here? I mean, where I came from, you weren't missing, you were there, last thing I remember.

[worldsonly]

What's the last case we worked on?

[boswellblogger]

We were fairly busy. We got that Turner painting back, got that bloke off of Interpol's most wanted. Why are you asking?

[worldsonly]

[ a long silence, one Sherlock will pass off as a connection issue if pressed. ]

[boswellblogger]

[A pause.] Sherlock? You okay? What's the last thing that happened before you got here?

can this be really late, i think i ought to do things

[herrin]

Well, well.

( no mistaking this voice, nope. )

Look what the cat dragged in.

[boswellblogger]

[ There's a very long pause. ]

Right. Hello, Irene. Good to... know you're here, I suppose. [ He did try to at least not sound openly hostile. Just... a litte grumpy. ]

[herrin]

( well, that's an unfortunate change. after all, who did he expect was taking care of sherlock all this time? it's just as well that she doesn't require his thank you. it's almost like a return to the norm, for her, being disliked. )

How very honest of you, Doctor Watson. ( she can take up this role very well, the one of an enemy. ) You did ask for anyone you might know; perhaps you ought to have been specific.

[boswellblogger]

And if Sherlock hadn't been here I probably would have even been happy to hear from you.

It's just that things are a bit more recent for me, you... Doing the things you did that I wasn't so fond of, involving my best friend. You know, drugging him, tricking him, faking your death, that sort of thing. So while I'm very grateful that you've presumably helped him while I was gone, though I don't even know how long that was, I don't really have any reasons to call you a friend.

[herrin]

Of course, I don't expect you to. I didn't help him for your eventual exultations. He was a danger to himself; I had no choice.

( not strictly the truth. she had a choice. she made it by allowing him in to her flat and refusing to allow him to leave. she's always been fond of playing the villain, however.

she, of course, has no idea that sherlock considers her a friend anyway. he might tell john that but he certainly hadn't shared those sentiments with her. and john (this john), had no idea of her eventual downfall at his hands; he hadn't been privy to that information. naturally he would be less than fond of her. )

And your opinion on my very real death?

[boswellblogger]

What do you mean a danger to himself?

[ Another long pause. ]

And. Well you're obviously not dead, are you? Not that I'm really that surprised.

[herrin]

I meant exactly what I said. He was going to make some poor choices. I gave him other options.

( like living in her flat, eating her food (when she managed to coax him to), doing whatever strange experiments he wanted in her kitchen, etc. )

I won't bore you with the details. But don't assume that because I'm here, I'm not dead. That's not quite how this place works.