[network] @jwatson; text; Bite the Bullet [Night 250]

[jumpthegun]

[This is an incredibly embarrassing post to have to make, especially after the one he'd put out a few days earlier. Reading through those replies makes him want to curl up and hide from the world for people seeing what he'd been like straight out of the Army. The messages to his friends are a particular humiliation. But it is what it is and he has to deal with this now. Man up, Watson.]

I'd like to apologize to everyone for my attitude and behavior the last several days. My death price has ended and my memories have returned. I can't take back the things I said to any of you, but I'm really very sorry. I was in a bit of a bad place where I was set at.

For anyone who was asking me, I'm in the Entrance area with America, England, and Ginger.

I'm also sorry to report that the cause for Clint Barton's death was the Joker. He mortally wounded Clint, but I'm pretty sure Clint was able to escape the situation along with Harley Quinn. Clint was able to mortally wound the Joker, as well. I'm not sure where the Joker is right now, but please be on your absolute guard. He is well-armed and he'll have been healed up after his revival, even if he might still have severe MN Poisoning.


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[Prior to sending out the message, John is rummaging around the new building they'd made it to for the night. He thinks he's getting the hang of this and he's relaxed a little more around his companions since they've not attacked him suddenly or stolen from him for several consecutive days.

He opens a cabinet in the kitchen and discovers a bottle of white wine, which is surprising, but not unwelcome when everything returns to him in a flash. It's like someone turning on the lights, full power when he's been completely in dark. It hurts.

John squeezes his eyes shut as the swirl of memories pours in, mixing, jumbling, resorting into the proper order and finally stopping when everything is settled. He's clutching his head, breathing hard. One memory in particular sticks out, though, the last one he'd had before dying...]

Fuck!

[Hope the rest of the house doesn't mind swearing.]

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[cosmicwords]

You've recovered! I was worried your condition might persist for a while yet.

[jumpthegun]

[Ah, it's the weird guy.]

Yeah, it... varies. [There's a pause.] Thanks for... talking to me when I was out of it. Sorry I was a bit of a dick to you.

[cosmicwords]

It's okay, doctor, you were not quite yourself. This place did something, I'm not going to hold that against you.

[jumpthegun]

No, I was myself. I was just... my younger self. [He clears his throat.] Anyway, you're new here. How are you on cold weather gear? We've picked up quite a bit of it down in the entrance and are looking to share it out to those who need it.

[cosmicwords]

Well, now that you mention it I could use warmer clothes. I have a coat someone left me but that's all. My suit was not really meant for this sort of climate.

[Or any climate, really. The bodysuit was meant to protect the elements from him not the other way around.]

[jumpthegun]

D'you have proper shoes? We've picked up a set of boots from the fire station, but they're rather large. Trousers with a lot of pockets, as well, and some gloves and a hat if you need those, as well.

[cosmicwords]

I have boots. They may not be snow boots but they're better than nothing. The ones you're talking about would probably be too big for me anyway.

Ah... I would not turn down anything else you could spare but I'm afraid I don't have anything I can trade you.

[jumpthegun]

That's fine. We're more looking to hand things out. Or I am. I have enough supplies and the best thing we can do is share where we can. Help in solving some of the puzzles here where you can and stay alive. That's trade enough.

[cosmicwords]

Of course, doctor, I will help out however I can.

Is there a landmark where I can reach you?

[His voice cuts off sharply as a shiver lances up his spine again. How does anyone survive this sort of cold?]

I've been told I'm somewhere in the downtown area.

[jumpthegun]

If you're downtown, then you'll want to head to the post office. From there, you can head north and then west to the pharmacy and hospital. Have you encountered the shop downtown. It's the one with all the fresh food. That's directly east of the post office.

[cosmicwords]

Oh, there's a place with fresh food?

[That is the best news he's heard all day, he's starving. He's not sure why, though, he ate yesterday.]

That is a small mercy in this place that I will gladly accept.

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. It's the most remote food location, though, so not many people go there. I've never actually been downtown, myself. Too much of a chance to get trapped down there if the weather takes a turn. Maybe you can describe the building you're in now and we can more precisely pinpoint your location? We can coordinate meeting up, then. We're only about a day away from the hospital in my group.

[cosmicwords]

I'm in a library.

[jumpthegun]

That's Building 143 on this map.

[John sends over a copy of House's map.] You're a good ways from us. If you want to head to the shop, that's Building 123. You can't stay overnight there, mind, so be careful. I think if the weather holds, with that stop, you can make it up to Building 97 in under a week. That's where the ice tunnels let out into the residential area.

[And also where John last died... Never mind that.]

I need to grab more food, myself, so my group can head up to the school, then come back down and meet you there, maybe? Or Building 108 if the weather takes a turn for the worst.