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01 - [Action/Video] - Day 167

[Her immediate reaction is that this is some bizarre test concocted by Sherlock, some new part of his curriculum. But, it doesn't take much more than a few cursory glances around this new room to rule that out. Her phone is missing, but the pockets of her jacket haven't been emptied, and there's a new phone on the bedside table. Not to mention, her situation didn't exactly match up with what was typical of a kidnapping. Maybe he'd go through the effort to simulate one to see if she could get out, but replacing her phone and leaving the door unlocked isn't at all in line with that suggestion. Her second guess would be Moriarty, but that doesn't quite seem to fit, either. It doesn't leave her with much, but, well. The door is open.

So, Joan can be found, for most of the day, exploring. The longer she's been at it, the more she learns about the facility and figures out how little real information she's getting, the more frustrated she gets. All this really seems to amount to, though, is a frown on her face and some muttering to herself as she goes. Frustrated though she may be, at least proof of another person would be greatly appreciated.]

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[Once she's finished - or maybe given up - with exploring the halls, Joan returns to her room and examines the newly supplied phone. She spends a minute scrolling through the network, before starting up an audio recording. Well, it's obvious she's not alone. Might as well meet the neighbors.]

Hello? I'm guessing this network isn't so much to talk to whoever's keeping us here. As much as I'd love to give them a piece of my mind right now, I'm getting the feeling that would just be too easy. My name's Joan Watson, I might have met a few of you while I was wandering around earlier? I'm having some trouble figuring out exactly what is going on here, I was hoping maybe some of you could shed some light on the situation. Thanks.

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[Remiel is in the kitchen when he hears someone walk by. There's a strange blue fruit that showed up in the cupboard, and he's decided that he's going to try it and see what it's like. It can't hurt him too much, surely, if it turns out to be harmful. And if it isn't, he gets to try a blue fruit. Win-win!

He doesn't recognize Joan, and from the muttering and frowning — and the way she's looking around — he makes an observation.]

New around here?

[Joan straightens from some detail that had caught her interest, and spins on her heel, surprised. Clearly, she'd not quite noticed the kitchen yet. Or at least, hadn't given it much attention.]

Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there. Yes, I'm new. Where are we?

[He smiles, a bit sadly, before slicing open the blue fruit to discover the paler flesh inside.]

This is Cape Kore. I'm sorry to be the, er, bearer of bad news, but you've been kidnapped and brought here. We all have.

[That sure is a blue fruit. That catches her attention for a moment, because that is so intensely different.]

There isn't anyone here who wants to be?

[Remiel hms.]

No one that came of their own volition. Some people don't mind it here. But everyone showed up like you did. Or at least, I assume you were in a room with a brand new phone and your possessions rifled through?

[Joan nods.]

Nothing's missing aside from my phone, though. I'm not sure why a kidnapper would go through the effort of replacing it, but I'll just add that to the long list of things here that make no sense. So, does that mean nobody's actually seen the kidnappers?

There used to be scientists. I haven't seen them, but some have in the past. [Remiel is disappointed about that, because he's very curious about scientists going to all this trouble.] Rumor has it, the scientists have now disappeared and we're being kidnapped by something else. We don't have much information, here. Not the greatest welcome wagon, I know.

[He offers an apologetic smile.]

I was just kidnapped by a group of people, where the only things I know about them can be summed up by "Not Scientists". Any kind of welcome is more than I was expecting.

[Speaking of. Joan holds out her hand, suddenly remembering her manners.]

I'm Joan, by the way.

[Still smiling, he gives her hand a warm shake.]

Remiel. Nice to meet you, Joan. It's really not so bad, here. You just have to get used to how the place changes, and where to generally find everything... and, uh, to pay close attention to the phones. People usually have good information if something's going on.

[Garrett catches the scent of the new person long before he sees her. Shifting into his other form makes it easier to track her trail as she moves through the Center.

He finally catches up to her trail in the middle of a hallway right near his room. And look at that, a new person. There hasn't been one for a while, so it looks like Joan is his new source of entertainment for the next couple of minutes. He bounds right on up to her without any of the wary nature a wild animal should have.]

Oh, hello.

[Well, that's... unusual. Not the first unusual thing in her morning, and she was quickly getting the suspicion it wasn't going to be the last. A friendly fox isn't exactly an everyday occurence. She crouches, reaching out a hand to allow him to smell it.]

What are you doing here?

[He sniffs her hand briefly and then takes a step back, sitting on his haunches. She had a nice, clean scent to her. It was something that Garrett, coming from a world where indoor plumbing isn't readily available to everyone, can appreciate.

Then he opens up his mouth, his voice rough and slurring on the R's. Speaking with vocal cords that aren't meant to produce anything more than yips and barks is hard.]

Stuck herrre, just like everrrryone else.

[Joan is almost reaching out to pet him when he sits back and opens his mouth. The second he starts speaking, she freezes, eyes wide.]

You talk.

[That's out of her mouth before she can stop herself. Then, she blinks, collects herself, and withdraws her hand.]

I-I mean, um. Wait, how are you talking?

[If he could've grinned with his muzzle, Garrett would've had a wide one stretched across his face. It's been a while since he's had a reaction like that. He sounds very matter-of-fact as he answers, as if everyone should be used to talking foxes.]

Same way everrryone else does. I think and then worrrds come out of my mouth.

[Oh, great. She runs into a talking animal, and it's a sarcastic one. Joan rolls her eyes, and gives him a flat look.]

Well, excuse me for asking. It's not like I run into an abundance of talking foxes at home.

You don't? [It's hard to give a side-eye in fox form, but Garrett somehow manages it.] You must live in a verrry boring worrrld.

They don't seem to answer. Found the big machine they say brought us here, but, it isn't very chatty. [ The Doctor just shrugs for the moment. It's a puzzle he's working on. ]

Joan Watson? Any relation to John Watson, by chance? Medical army doctor. Short, gray hair, loves a jumper.

A machine brought us here?

[Well, that's another strange thing to add to an ever-growing list.]

John's a pretty common name, there's probably one in my family somewhere. It's not ringing any bells, though.

So they say. It apparently looks different for every single person as well. Tricky, isn't it?

[ Oh, you'll get used to it Joan. ]

Traveled with Sherlock Holmes? You've got to know Sherlock Holmes!

[That definitely takes her off guard. She frowns, blinks at the camera while she figures out how to respond.]

Yes, I know Sherlock. That's funny, he never mentioned a John. Or having someone he traveled with when he was in London.

...You know a Sherlock Holmes. Your name is Joan Watson?

Oh. Oh---oh. Well this is, awkward. Sorry. Forget all the odd questions then. They're not really important anyways. I just knew John for a bit. Great bloke, he was. Very resourceful due to being in the military. He disappeared a while back. Suppose that is what we do here in Kore. We just come and go as the fates fancy.

Not that I believe in fates. They were just aliens pretending to be gods to the Greeks. That was a tricky situation.

That would require our having access to evidence that you don't. Even the topology doesn't make sense; obvious nothing else is going to be any better. Advise not trying to fit it to expectations.
SH

Time and multiple perspectives can be just as valuable as new evidence. Anyone who's been here longer than a day has access to observations I might not have made.
I'll keep that in mind, though.

If you're willing to implicitly trust us to tell you the truth, yes. Bit of a stretch. More of a stretch to assume all observations are valid, quite frankly; most people are idiots.
SH

Okay, I'm not even going to touch that thing about everyone being an idiot. But unless someone here is one of our captors only pretending to be kidnapped like the rest of us, I can't think of a motive in lying to me. Seems like it would be in everyone's best interest to learn as much as we can.

In my experience expecting people to act in their own best interests is excessively optimistic. Some of us have been here long enough to get bored.
SH

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