thecapitol | (no subject)

Who| John Watson and open
What| Venturing out after waking up in the Capitol
Where| Tribute Tower, possibly other locations later
When| Before date auction

It hadn't been a particularly glorious or sensational death, and John was almost glad of it. He woke in the Capitol as if from a particularly vivid nightmare, but his leg would no longer reliably support his weight no matter how hard he sat in his room and hated himself for being unable to just think through the psychosomatic injury. He'd had to accept the arm of an avox to get himself safely there, and he hadn't left since.

He'd have to get a cane, again. Sherlock would hate it.

Speaking of Sherlock- he hadn't avoided him exactly, but he hadn't sought him out either. Hours seemed to slip past like breathing until the idiotic futility of it all was too much and he knew that he'd never, ever get out of his room unless he forced himself to, right now. Right this instant.

Asking for a stick was one of the hardest, most humiliating things he'd ever had to do in his life. Once he had it, he heaved himself upright, took a deep, steadying breath, set his jaw- and stepped out.

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"Infuriating," he told her with a smile. "But brilliant. A bit like him, really. Who's your friend?"

"Tony Stark... Though not the one here. The one I know is closer to my age." She knew to make that clear at least. "Sometimes I just want to deck him because he talks down to me an' Rhodey, he doesn't mean to but he can't really help it." She shook her head.

"He's probably going nuts back home looking for me by now." Or at least she hopes he is so that he can find a way for her to get home.

"You're from a different world than the Tony Stark here?" he asked, curiously. It was almost comforting, knowing that he and Sherlock weren't the only ones confronting their counterparts.
"Maybe that's something they've only just worked out how to do. There's a few of us, now- people with the same names."

"Yeah, my world, well he does know Dr. Banner, but they're not really friends. My Tony's almost about to turn seventeen, one more year and he'll have Stark enterprises back from the jerk that's in charge now. The one here... He's a little creepy." Though really she hasn't really gotten to know him yet they just keep seeing each other in the halls.

"Only ones I've notice with the same names are you and the other doctor Watson... That's going to get confusing quick." She was trying to remember if she knew of others. "There's a few with the same face running around too; Eliot and Lindsey come to mind."

He nodded, his smile grim. "Anything for entertainment. There's another Sherlock, here, though he's always been here. He was a Victor. It doesn't really make much sense to me, but then again what about this whole situation does?"

"Yeah, I watched Battle Royale... Not my idea of entertainment." Subtitled too only because it was on TV and nothing else on. "Really? That would be a little weird..." She shrugged as they walked. "Well the tea shop makes some sense. Though I think the man who runs it might be a little mad with his insistence that everyone wears a hat in the store. Even though that's one of the reasons I like the place it's quirky and not overly sugary like most things here."