PARADISA

Nice to see everyone stopped taking their monthly dose of crazy pills.

[ ...Whoops, someone might be... not in the best of moods? Oh god, he is sorry. ]

Hopefully we'll be able to have some sort of break from evil mirrors and talking flowers.

[ ...

A lengthy pause, one long suffering sigh and a bark. ]

─ Hang on a second.

[ Journal closed, sorry Paradisa John has been dragged out for a walk. And he's sorry about his mood, really he is. ]

[ Journal opens to John laughing, it is a short laugh more than anything. ]

Snow as far as the eye can see. Looks like home. [ Aheh. ] Never thought I'd be so happy to see so much snow.

[ It takes him a few minutes of decision making before he decides to venture outside. Taking in the nice coldness of the snow and everything, he's out there for a few minutes before coming back inside with snow in his hand and on his pants. He's grinning, actually grinning, utterly not bothered by the fact there are penguins running around and polar bears for some reasons.

It doesn't matter, John Watson is a good mood and honestly there is little that can bring it down. ]

(ooc; blah blah open for general stuff and kissmas things too.)

[ John taps the page a few times... and frowns at it, it's hard to find the words you want after hearing about everything that happened around a week ago. And then this lasted thing? Ponies? Yeah, he's got nothing on that. ]

I guess asking how everyone is doing right now would be a little redundant, I think I can hazard a good enough guess.

[ Expect in the case of one person. He taps the journal again for a short moment. ]

( room filter )

Sorry I haven't been around much recently. [ For those who care. ] I had some things I needed to figure out.

So... there's a carnival in town? That's a nice surprise. [ He can't help but sound a little unsure because really, with their luck it is likely to end terribly. Godzilla is likely to attack or something equally ridiculous. ]

I'm half tempted to pig out on fairy floss.

( private )


[ Somewhere along the way John opens his journal and stares at it, he's not sure what to say at first. What the hell is he even supposed to say? Hi, I'm back from the worst month of my life? ]

Hey, it's John Watson. [ A beat. ] I'm back. [ It's a start. Sounds ridiculous but it is a start. He doesn't bother to hide the exhaustion in his voice. He's tired and drained. So hi Paradisa, your resident blogger is awake. ]


( room 1501 filter )

[ He didn't really sleep last night, he spent most of it staring at a wall until he finally caved and dragged himself out into the kitchen. (It was early morning at this point.) Making the pot of tea didn't really help with the whole sleeping thing, but it was at least a decent distraction.

God, he needs something better to do than stare at walls and make pots of tea.

So now he's sitting at the kitchen table (of the flat) with his journal, slowly draining that pot of tea he made. Oh, it's a wonderful life. ]

Anyone got any suggestions on what someone can do when they can't sleep to save themselves? And don't say knitting, I'm absolutely terrible at knitting.

[ The journal picks up the door closing, shuffling and the faint irritable mutter. Favoring his left leg as he heads into the sitting room. He found it, at least, after a few days of searching and refusing to wish up the bloody thing. ]

Sherlock? I'm back.

[He's parked himself in his chair reading something that looks like it's in a different language. He doesn't look up, not that he needs to.]

Took you long enough.

I was only gone for twenty minutes. [ He lifts the box in the air, shaking it a little with a grin. He won a victory today and he is a little happier about than he probably should be. ] Look what I found.

[He does, but he does it kind of like an adult indulging a child showing off a drawing. He's not really paying attention to the box at all.] Oh. Are we still doing that?

[ Yes, they are still doing that. He limps over, dropping the box on a free coffee table. ] Of course, it's not like we've got anything better to do right now. [ Like a case, or something. ]

True. [There's a pause while he watches, silently.] All right?

Hmm? Oh, yeah. [ He pats his leg, a frown creasing his brows. ] Something bit me on the way back, didn't see it though. Whatever it was moved pretty fast.

Oh? [His tone brightens a little. What is concern?] Sounds interesting.

[ Eye roll. ] Of course you would. [ He turns, limping into the kitchen. ] Tea?

[Rustling as he lifts the lid of the game, starts rifling through it. Distractedly:] Yes.

[ It's like clockwork, making a cup of tea. With the amount of times he's done it, he hardly has to think about what he is doing. Water, cups, sugar, tea, milk... milk? John frowns, moving to the fridge, they're low on milk again. Again? He had just only bought another carton two days ago, at least he thought he did. ]

What have you-- [ He trails off and there's a heavy thud, kind of what you'd think it would sound like if he fell to the floor in a heap. Which he just did. ]

John? [He's in the kitchen barely a moment later, stooping to try and rouse him. If he didn't sound concerned before he definitely does now.] John. John.

[ Sorry bro, the John Watson you're trying to reach is unavailable at this time. Hang up and please try again later. ]

[There's a frustrated noise, and then suddenly Sherlock's voice is much louder and clearer as he seizes the journal.]

I need medical personnel in the Satis Tower. Room 1802. Doctors, healers, nurses with bags of pixie dust, I don't care. Get here now.


( ooc; AND JOHN IS OUT. Sherlock is blue and John is black. Just be careful, the unhappy detective may bite. Oh and for reference, there is a hideous purple mark on his right leg between his knee and ankle. )

( Irene Adler )

( James Watson )



Did anyone else feel... odd yesterday? [ He frowns. What sort of question is that? Good god John. ] Like something else was controlling your emotions, in a way. And that same thing was, watching almost everything you did?

[ A pause. Way to sound crazy, John. Asking this was a bad idea. ]