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citta rp account for john watson of the bbc sherlock fandom. He is roomed in district alpha U-1 and is a citizen, armed with a bb gun. please read rules.

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Then who said anything about flatmates?

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Welcome to the Rat Maze {Ariadne Event} | Closed

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     Things are just looking up and up for Katniss Everdeen, who awakes on the damp stone floor dazed, disoriented, and confused.  Having been asleep when the shift first occurred, she missed her transport to the maze, and is understandably panicked when she finds herself in such an unfamiliar place.  

     Scrambling to her feet and reaching for her bow, she’s even more surprised when her fingers close around not wood, but the synthetic material of the bow she’d used during her first Hunger Games.  Even more frightened than moments ago, adrenaline courses through her veins, flooding her system and putting her on edge.  It’s then that she notices she isn’t alone; she can hear footsteps and then two voices, male, and definitely older than her.  

     Adjusting her grip on her new upgraded bow and silently reaching for an arrow to nock, she approaches the voices, keeping her footfalls as close to inaudible as possible.  Hoping that the dim lighting and large swathes of shadow will hide her long enough to allow her to assess the threat level of these men, she crouches, and waits for them to say more.  

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"John," Sherlock says. Relief floods through him. "You’re… all right?"  In the back of his mind, he can feel adrenaline spiking.  This isn’t the first time Sherlock has been in danger (side effect of ignoring Lestrade’s boring rules and chasing after criminals personally) but all the same, this is part of a new unsettling pattern.  

[Why John?  Computer simulation is controlled.  Experiment:  Control variable, fixed variable, testing variable, what are they testing?  Why John?  Who else is this linked to?  Why link us at all?  What do these links even do?]  

"How did you get here?"  Sherlock demanded.  He invades John’s personal space and grabs John’s shoulders.  "Concentrate, tell me what you can remember.  It’s vital that you describe the experience as much as possible.  Quickly!"  

[Everyone else will be down here in the labyrinth as well.  Just the other citizens of Hive City alone will be a challenge, never mind what dangers the labyrinth has in store.]  He’s never felt more woefully unprepared in his entire life.  

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John's head was fuzzy from the fall, and the sudden closeness did not help his thinking. While most days, he'd push Sherlock away and hide the red marks upon his cheeks, today he simply closed his eyes. It was most likely a concussion throbbing at his head, John thought with a groan, and he was not quite happy about it. His lips pressed together as he opened his eyes. "Sherlock, I don't remember anything," he confessed. "I think I was asleep before I came down here," John continued. "I just remember waking up with a headache. I thought it was some sort of parasomnia, but..." His fingers glided away from the angry mark on his forehead. "I suppose not." His green eyes slipped downwards as they briefly fluttered. "Are we the only ones here?"

Truth be told, he was used to being stuck in so many situations with Sherlock he simply assumed that it was one of those situations. "Is there someone trying to kill us?" He questioned, resting his hand on Sherlock's shoulder to steady himself. "I don't really like this at all.. I hope this isn't Moriarty."

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[experimentaloversight]

Welcome to the Rat Maze {Ariadne Event} | Closed

Just when he finally had managed to get some ground under him, it has been yanked away again.  When was the last time he had a full night of sleep?  A proper meal?  Sherlock can’t remember and he’s pretty sure he hasn’t deliberately deleted the information this time.

cout « “experiments:” « “aΓiadne’s thread will lead you from the labyrinth, though not ” « “you alone” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “your lives are “linked”” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “fight your way to the “core” and the answers you seek will be revealed” « endl;  

Sherlock rubs the compass that’s appeared in the middle of his wrist.  Someone’s rewriting the rules of reality here, and he’s not sure who or why.  All he has to go on is the process of how he got here.

in the midst of the confusion, the floors dropped out beneath the wary citizens, dissolving quickly into shifting pixels, only to close again overhead once the freefall began. though, there were no winds to be felt, no momentum to be gained. instead, they floated, suspended in the darkness, till the lapse of time could be forgotten.

 Shifting pixels though.  Reality doesn’t work with pixels.  Pixels are for computers.  

Oh.  

Occam’s Razor.  The simplest solution is probably the right one.  He’s in a computer simulation, or some form of it.  That framework is much easier to understand.  

Sherlock still has no idea where he is though, or what the linked lives are supposed to mean.

"Who are you?" he asks the symbol on his wrist.  [Who are you?]  

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It was not a familiar situation for John despite his previous off ones. His face had met the ground to cause him to have a lovely welt on his face, the red mark throbbing. Gliding his fingers upon it, he sighed gently, amazed that he had already taken a hit. "Sherlock?" He heard the familiar noise of his flatmate, relieved he was not alone. He got up with a bit of a wobble, holding onto the wall for balance. He had been asleep, previously, and to be woken up to the pain of his wound and the new, unfamiliar surrounding was annoying, at best (frightening, at the worst, but John would not allow that to win.) "Sherlock," he said again, relieved and smiling as best as he could. "I'm glad to hear your voice, above all." The significance of the red string was lost upon the Doctor, his relief instead taking over. The other two within the string's embrace were forgotten about briefly.

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I'm gonna go make some tea and then slap up some sort of graphic for the team because i can't help myself.

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YES WE STILL HAVE ROOM JOHN-MUN JOIN USSSSSSSSSSS

OKAY..

team of extraordinary people + john watson...

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Gonna do the responses in my drafts but after that (or my muse will not cooperate...), I'll be shelving the non-event drafts for after the event! Apologies!

With that, I don't know if Sherlock's team would have enough room/want John, so if anyone would like to pair up with him, hmu.

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why was this never aired

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The newest World of Warcraft xpac just came out so I'll be pretty sparse again (obviously). Apologies to those who want quick responses! I'll try doing them with the same schedule as I had before.

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to everyone in citta who deals with the BS of military life, thank you!

this applies to families too. Happy Veteran’s Day!

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Roundabout - Yes

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roundabout ; ( w/ sherlock)

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He doesn’t understand.  The normally orderly cogs of his brain have shut down and turned into a writhing warm mess, fueled with each utterance of “brilliant!”  and “Amazing.”  People tolerate Sherlock because he is useful.  If they’re happy, it’s only because he solves things, ruins lives, and walks away as quickly as possible.  

John Watson said he was only Sherlock’s flatmate.  Yet here he is, telling stories about the Work.  Sherlock doesn’t work with people.  He is famous for not being able to get along with people, everyone at the Yard says so.  He has tolerated having assistants at points, but in the end they can never keep up and it’s just easier to have them do the boring things that he doesn’t care about.  

Sherlock Holmes doesn’t understand John Watson.  His hands shovel soup and bread into his mouth, because he needs the excuse to not say anything more.  John Watson wants something from Sherlock, and Sherlock has no idea what it is.  It’s not like John needs a flatmate anymore.  

[Tremor in hands.  Still anxious.  What could I do now to hurt him?]  

He finishes the last of the bread.  

"Do you…"  Sherlock gestures awkwardly.  "Did you always do that?"  [Call me amazing.]

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He lifted his eyes at his question. John wasn't sure what he was referring to, and decided to simply guess. "I always came along with you, yes. I wasn't too sure of it before, but..."

But. John could not explain it. John felt alive with Sherlock, with him leading him off. Every day was an adventure, every interview a chance at something new. John felt as if Sherlock brought him along just for his remarks, but he knew better. John was not tied to a desk, left to his own thoughts, filled with depression and noise.

With Sherlock, there had been freedom. Although there was a blood price -- he and Sherlock had both gotten hurt multiple times on multiple cases, and John often got so stressed at their work that there were days where he simply gave up and just laid on the couch.

"... but I feel my mind has changed towards accompanying you," John said. "You and I were mates," John continues before blinking at his own wording, as if he were surprised he were calling Sherlock such a thing. "....And we went everywhere together."

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"…typical Outsider," he said, sighing lightly. "I am no philosopher. In my world, death has no meaning. It is simply a thing that happens. When you die, you are brought back to life and are replaced. Everyone in my world is inconsequential and disposable, including myself." It was only Alice’s arrival into their world that this man’s view, the views of an Outsider really brought a contrast and challenge to their way of thinking.

"Exactly, so why would you not wish to keep germs away?"

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"Doesn't that make you a bit sad?" John questioned, tilting his head. "To be so easily brought back and replaced... I would find a life like that horrible." John rubbed the back of his neck. "Germs are different. They are not visible..."

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"I suppose I should partake in this activity..."

John sticks a piece of pocky in his mouth. ... He just sits there with it in his mouth. He's not sure what to do next...

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"You say that as if you fear death, like it has some meaning." In his world, it didn’t matter if you lived or died. If you were to be killed, you would simply be reborn and replaced. The only reason he detested germs was because he hated feeling and being filthy. He liked being clean.

"Even if you have this immunity, is it really worth being filthy and unclean? I do not think so."

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"It does." John rubbed his jaw softly. "I suppose, if you are a Philosopher, it does not?" He tilted his head to the side before sighing. Neither Sherlock or he were made for these sort of conversations. "I suppose if I were covered in dirt, I would bathe..."