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[savethedarkness]

[M knew something was wrong the moment she turned the corner. it was still dim, but the air was fresher, now, cleaner than it should have been - drier. she could no longer hear Kincaide's footsteps in front of her, nor any other sign of him. and not to mention, well, the walls were of a distinctly more modern quality all of a sudden. she wished she had Bond's Walther with her, still, even if it was out of shot. she could still use it to do some sort of damage if anyone came on her... whatever the bloody hell was going on.

keeping her back to the wall, she edged along it until she found another corner - and then her foot bumped against something. bending down, stiffly, as much as she could, she found the foreign object, and --]

What in God's name ...

[she moved closer to one of the lights and inspected the book - which happened to have her name on the cover. right. she wouldn't open it until she knew she was in a safe place. God only knew if it was some morbid thing Silva had planted, some kind of -

and now she was being paranoid. slowly, she breathed out through her nose and did the best thing she knew how to do: she pressed on. a few more turns brought her out through a large arch with two more on either side of her, and a door in front. holding the book tightly in her hand, ready to use it as a bludgeon if necessary, she put her back to the side of the door and opened it.

nothing.

she checked the hall outside, then stepped out and inspected the door she'd walked through, labeled simply: Insolitus.

well, now. leaning heavily against the wall outside the door, she turned her attention to the book, cracking it open and leaving a bloody smear along the edge of the page]

What the bloody hell is going on here...?

Comments

Voice

[atadiscoverer]

[Blood. Why is there always blood whenever Carson opens this bloody journal.]

Uh. Excuse me. Hello? Are you hurt?

[That is a distinctly Scottish voice coming from the journal.]

[savethedarkness]

[unfamiliar and Scottish. great. she's in someone else's bloody house. Kincaid or Bond really should have warned her where that tunnel went. PRIEST'S HOLE HER ASS, GENTLEMEN.]

Who's this?

[atadiscoverer]

My name is Dr. Beckett. Are you new here?

[He can't recall her voice before.]

voice

[thehangedrose]

Ah...!!

[BLOOD oh my god is that...that can't be, right? There's a slight shuddering gasp from Garry, before he does his best to steel his nerves- hey, somebody might be hurt, they might need help!]

Oh dear, um...are you okay? You aren't hurt, are you?

[savethedarkness]

I'm sorry, but who is this?

[kid_apocalypse]

[Have a young voice, with a slight hint of Kansas to it coming from the journal.]

That's sorta the million-dollar question around here. Are...you okay? Do you need a doctor?

[savethedarkness]

I need answers, is what I need. [what's an American doing out here in the middle of bloody - oh don't tell her]

If you're CIA, I'm going to be vaguely put out. [he'd said he wasn't involving anyone else. swear to God, James, if you made that a loophole and only meant "no one else from MI6"...]

[Dictated]

[deductiongeek]

Bloody sounds like the right word. Has one of the doctors gotten to you yet?

[Have a child's voice coming through the journal.]

[savethedarkness]

[we'll say this is in that fifteen-minute window between Carson contacting her and finding her, yes? yes. she tilts the book from side to side, still trying to figure out why anyone would put nanotech in a book.

well. it's unexpected, she'll give them that. good place to hide things; where they're least expected to be found. she sets her jaw]

There's a Dr. Carson on his way. For a lot of strangers, you're awfully concerned with my well-being.

[mal_addict]

[Oh...blood. That's not good, Maladict takes a good few steps away from the journal before speaking, so her voice is distant, trying not to SMELL the damn stuff]

You should probably...go to the clinic or something. If you're going to bleed all over the journals like that.

[savethedarkness]

[M frowns, squinting at the book. suddenly the reception on whatever nanotech is running this thing is shoddy. she gives it a quick tap on the spine with her hand - that tends to sort most things out]

There's a man on his way. We'll see if he's telling me the truth or not. Are you going to tell me I'm suddenly in another world, too?

At least you're all consistent, I'll give you that.

[ensorceler]

[ What language!

But the sign of blood is a lot more alarming, okay. She drops her own journal right there on the table, hands in the air. No way she's touching that with a ten foot pole now!

Still, Anne calls out in obvious distress of her own. ]

My lady, are you well? I believe you must seek help in the... in the clinic.

[savethedarkness]

[if that much blood causes you that level of distress, she'd hate to see what you'd do when you see what some of her operatives have come back looking like.

not to mention that no one's ever called her "my lady" before. that's odd.]

I'm well enough, thank you. There's a man on the way. Who am I speaking to?

Dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[The blood on the journals is enough to get Dairine's attention and her concern. The young New Yorker pipes up.]

That is a good question. What happened? Unless... you've just arrived?

[savethedarkness]

Of course I've just arrived. Though it would nice to be know where.

[solowingpixy]

[He isn't really paying much attention to the muttering, but it's the blood that catches his eye.]

That's a first.

[Well, a first for him, given that he's never seen fresh blood transfer through the pages before. But since the blood and the woman's voice are obviously connected...]

You alright over there, lady?

[savethedarkness]

[lady. she arches an eyebrow]

That depends entirely upon who's asking.

[silentrunning]

[Chell blinked. there was blood on her journal page, for the second time in far too short of a time. Picking up a pen, she wrote a message.]

Are you okay?

[savethedarkness]

[oh for Christ's sake--!]

Honestly, you get one drop of blood around and everyone's in a lather. [let's switch to lying, that's a good one]

Papercut... I'm fine.

dictated

[kingsgambit]

[Merlin doesn't do concern, and after a glance through the journal and seeing she's well in hand, he decides to sass her.]

You just said it, hell. [...so helpful Merlin.]

[savethedarkness]

I'm not quite dead, thank you.

[......bloody hell, or is she? she knew that hole in her side was nothing to sneeze at, after all...]

[ladywinter]

If we could answer that, my lady, we might all rest a little easier.

[But the blood means that Cat does have to share something more than wry remarks on their circumstances. She glances through the responses already in the journal before continuing.]

Your wounds are being tended to, I hope?

/let me know if post-Carson is ok?

[savethedarkness]

... They are, yes. [she lets out a huff of a sigh. she's a little tired of being asked if she's well, she's certainly old enough to take care of herself, after all]

I'm in the clinic, now. ... [a pause. now that she's patched and drugged and settled, she realizes that she should start remembering her manners before she loses the opportunity to make allies... since she clearly has none of her old ones, here] Thank you for your concern.

post-Carson, in the clinic???

[samson]

[Brock strolls into the clinic looking for some general medical supplies (he likes to keep the cabin well-stocked since there tends to be a lot of shrapnel in there). He's also casually smoking a cigarette because that's how he rolls.

He spares a brief glance at this lady, because usually all the women here are in their like mid-20s. It's unusual.]

Hey. Are you on a loss or are you new?

yessssss

[savethedarkness]

[another American. and he's nothing to sneeze at, by the size of him. M is more and more convinced this is some sort of safehouse or facility, which worries her. she ought to know them all]

At a loss, if nothing else. You shouldn't be smoking in a bloody clinic, in case you missed the memo.