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Date & Time: Evening, 10th February 3312
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.

Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."

The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.

Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.

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[John's brows knit together a little, studying the way the teen starts to think it over. It's the only thing he can come up with in this pause of silence. He isn't Sherlock he doesn't know how the question affected him or anything like that.

'Sort of is'? So it was still ongoing? Then he stops as he hears the next part.]

..Appearing in, wait so it's possible then? Well I mean it did happen but. Most of us [think we're crazy and hallucinating] are still having a hard time believing that's what happened.

It's possible.

But usually, it's because that world's destroyed.

I don't think that's why we're all here.

[ because it doesn't make sense for so many worlds to suddenly fall all at once--there's no way that's the cause. ]

..Well I have to say that's good, the bit about the world not being destroyed. Don't know how I feel about that.

[He sounds torn between relieved and disbelieving, he isn't sure what to feel more or not.]

[ he's not surprised. it's not like he really believed it until he saw the effects for himself. ]

Probably not good.

[ Riku can only afford morbid humor because he felled his own world. welp. ]

Most people don't know different worlds exist, it's not that big of a surprise that you didn't know.

[well that sure didn't sound like a you're an idiot but that's okay because most people are ]

Except you. So is that what you do then? Travel to different planets? You don't look exactly alien.

[look that was a joke haha. but if he knows how to use a sword it would explain why he knows how to fight and fend himself, look at this one with a war for example.]

[ whoops pulled an accidental sherlock then ]

[ and though it's a joke, Riku thinks on it.

that isn't exactly what he does, is it? ]

... actually, that's what my best friend does. He goes out and saves worlds. I ... [ ... hm. he runs a hand through his hair, and breaks out a smile. ] I hang out in the background, I don't really help unless he needs me.

[ John's gaze softens at this, almost dropping it as he thinks this over.

He knew how that was like, hanging in the background and helping when needed. Which sometimes would be a lot with the way Sherlock kept bugging at him (demanding), always expecting him to be on the same wavelength. It was crazy but the way he observed him as he tried made him want to. No matter how ridiculous and infuriating it could be.

The doctor manages to crack a small smile at that.]

Yeah I can say I know how that is.

Sorry I'm blabbing and asking questions without even introducing myself. John Watson, [and then adds as an afterthought] Doctor.

A doctor?

[ huh. he's briefly reminded of his healing. ]

Nice to meet you, Dr. Watson. I'm Riku.

What kind of doctor are you?

That's right.

[he should probably give word out that he's a doctor actually..]

Nice meeting you too Riku. And general, but I was a former Army doctor.

An Army doctor... so you fought.

[ his previous questions made much more sense in this context--his shoulders visibly start to relax. ]

Yeah I did. Was in a war not too long ago.

[he doesn't want to say 'like this one too' because he honestly has no idea what he's in for.]

Sorry.

It must be rough.

[ he does think about what's being done throughout the worlds as a war, but he doesn't constantly label it as one. war's such a big word that inspires fear in so many people... he's pretty sure he could feel some darkness in the man before him. ]

This place probably doesn't help.

No it doesn't help, not really.

[ "You're not haunted by war, Dr. Watson... you miss it." That was close to the feel of war he could get, this was entirely different. This was actual war. But he was still every bit of calm and focused. He can feel every nerve nearing on the edge but completely ready to jump right in.

.. sleep. He needed to sleep.]

So.. your mate, have you seen him around? Or any of your other friends?

[this is John asking if he's alone.]

[ his frown doesn't deepen, but there's a sudden sadness in his eyes and he takes the effort to push his hands into his pockets. ]

No.

[ he turns halfway away from John. clearly, he didn't expect to be alone, nor did he want to admit it. ]

[Oh. Riku wasn't the only one since John too didn't have anyone he knew here, and there's also no saying some others might be in the same pit.

Still.. John runs his tongue over his lip idly, watching the teen for a moment before he speaks up again.]

Well. If you ever need anything, feel free to ask. Especially for medical needs. I'd be happy to help.

[helping is all he can do for now, it's the only distraction.]

[ a light sigh escapes him, and he manages a smirk. ]

Thanks.

Same for you. Though I guess you won't need my help anytime soon, Dr. Watson.

[Not sure what he means by that, nor how a sixteen-year-old could.. well, help him. But.]

Thanks I think I'll be fine.

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