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thecapitol2014-03-09 10:17 pm
formersurgeon) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-09 10:17 pm
How to build a fire [OPEN]
Who| Joan Watson and OPEN
What| Random encounters in the Training Center gymnasium
Where| Training Center gymnasium
When| After the arena ends
Warnings/Notes| None yet
Three arenas. Well, two and a half, she supposed. Still, three times in the Arena, three times dead. Each death wasn't exactly preventable: she and John stumbled on those snakes by accident, there was no way she could have avoided those velociraptors, and by the time she realized Orc was raging toward her, she couldn't have gotten away. All unavoidable.
She wasn't content with that, though, especially since Sherlock was there now. She already had frineds there, of course, people who she would fight for and die for. But most of them were more experienced in the arenas than she was. Certainly Sherlock, but also Wyatt and John. Sherlock, though... "her" Sherlock...was a newcomer. She would fight and die for him, of course, but she was also extremely protective of him. She had been, back home, and it was only stronger now, now that she was the one with more experience.
Joan entered the gymnasium in the basement of the Training Center and walked right past the weapons and combat simulations, toward the survival stations. There was no way of knowing what the next Arena would be like, of course, but it didn't matter. Living her whole life in New York City had left her without any outdoor survival skills. She couldn't even light a fire in the fireplace of their home without help.
So that was going to change. She was going to learn how to build a fire.
What| Random encounters in the Training Center gymnasium
Where| Training Center gymnasium
When| After the arena ends
Warnings/Notes| None yet
Three arenas. Well, two and a half, she supposed. Still, three times in the Arena, three times dead. Each death wasn't exactly preventable: she and John stumbled on those snakes by accident, there was no way she could have avoided those velociraptors, and by the time she realized Orc was raging toward her, she couldn't have gotten away. All unavoidable.
She wasn't content with that, though, especially since Sherlock was there now. She already had frineds there, of course, people who she would fight for and die for. But most of them were more experienced in the arenas than she was. Certainly Sherlock, but also Wyatt and John. Sherlock, though... "her" Sherlock...was a newcomer. She would fight and die for him, of course, but she was also extremely protective of him. She had been, back home, and it was only stronger now, now that she was the one with more experience.
Joan entered the gymnasium in the basement of the Training Center and walked right past the weapons and combat simulations, toward the survival stations. There was no way of knowing what the next Arena would be like, of course, but it didn't matter. Living her whole life in New York City had left her without any outdoor survival skills. She couldn't even light a fire in the fireplace of their home without help.
So that was going to change. She was going to learn how to build a fire.
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"Wonderful! You did very well."
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"And if there's anything else you'd like to learn about survival, I'd be happy to teach you."
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"I think I'm done with survival skills for now." She smiles at him. "Thank you so much."
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Manners manners.
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"I'm glad I could help." And maybe make a potential ally. Or more importantly, a friend. "If you're done here, are you hungry? We could go for a bite if you like. I hope that's not too presumptuous of me."
It's nice to know there's not chance of Joan taking the offer as a flirtation.
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She stands and brushes off the back of her pants. "Where would you like to go?"
Wrapping up I think, unless you actually wanna do them getting lunch?
Albert crosses to the door, holding it open for Joan. "Do you have anywhere you like?"
This is a good place to wrap! :)
/o/ last tag, then
The door swings closed behind them, leaving Joan and Albert to their quest in companionable step with each other.