[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.


Action for Team Blonde
[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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@carcinoGeneticist; text

[quadrangle]

WELCOME BACK AND THANK YOU FOR NOT DYING AGAIN SINCE WE SPOKE LAST.
AND IF AT ALL POSSIBLE, TRY NOT TO DO IT AGAIN PERIOD.

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, it's not top of my list. Sorry for being a dick to you, Karkat. Wasn't in a good place where I got set back to.

[quadrangle]

I WASN'T ALL THAT POLITE TO YOU EITHER, SO WHATEVER. I'M OVER IT.
UH. HOW ARE YOU DOING NOW? BESIDES THE ABJECT HUMILIATION AND ALL.

[jumpthegun]

[He rubs his eyes for a moment.]

You have a way with words.

I'm fine. I mean, as fine as I can be. I'm with people who've been minding me and Mary and Sherlock are okay. Gonna try to meet up with them again.

[quadrangle]

HEY YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT AT LEAST? EVEN IF IT WAS DIFFERENT FOR SOME OF US AND NOT AS PUBLIC.

[He still can't believe half the shit he'd said to Davesprite when dealing with his own loss, but anyway.]

YOU'RE NOT TOO FAR AWAY FROM THEM, ARE YOU?

[jumpthegun]

We're more than a few days, but we'll manage. I'm working with Sherlock's brother, Mycroft, to get us all coordinated on where we can meet up. Mary should be closer to them than I am. She can lead them once they're all together.

Probably has the best directional sense and common sense out of that lot.

[quadrangle]

[Mary's the matesprit, he's pretty sure, but there's not much reason to check. For once, John gets to go unmolested re: his love life. Enjoy it while it lasts.]

ALL FOUR OF YOU ARE GOING TO TRAVEL TOGETHER? THAT SHOULD BE, UH. INTERESTING.
WHAT THE FUCK IS MYCROFT'S DEAL ANYWAY?

[jumpthegun]

[John can't help cocking his head slightly at that assessment.]

Sherlock, Mary, and I were all traveling together before. We can't just leave Mycroft on his own. He's Sherlock's older brother. Annoying, posh, a genius, and very unequipped for survival situations.

I LOST THIS I'M SORRY

[quadrangle]

[Mycroft is an asshole, Sherlock is an asshole, John is okay, and Karkat doesn't know Mary, so yes. Interesting. Also, he's only really observed one pair of human siblings in close proximity before, how the fuck does that work.]

SO YOU'LL BE GRUBSITTING HIM, BASICALLY?

IT'S BEEN A DAY, FRIEND

[jumpthegun]

Basically. But he has his uses, presumably. He's a genius like Sherlock. Even more of one, really. They're both very good at solving puzzles, and Sherlock does love him, whatever he says about it.

[quadrangle]

[... the fuck.]

OK SURE.
ACTUALLY WAIT YOU'RE A DOCTOR, RIGHT? CAN YOU EXPLAIN HOW HUMAN SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS WORK.

[jumpthegun]

[What?]

Biologically? It just means they share the same mother and father. Mycroft was born first, raised for a few years, and then Sherlock was born. Older siblings can sometimes be instinctively protective of their younger siblings as the 'baby' in the family. Kind of like your lusus, I guess.

[quadrangle]

[What x2]

SO THEY'RE
OK WAIT SO YOU'RE SAYING THEY'RE LIKE A SECONDARY LUSUS?

[jumpthegun]

[No. Yes? John doesn't even know. Trolls are strange.]

Something like that, yeah. They're often put in charge of their younger siblings when the parents are away. Sometimes that can carry on longer than it should. Once siblings reach adulthood, they usually mellow out and start treating each other as... just other people, I guess. Mycroft's a bit on the odd side. He hovers more than most siblings would. But he went through a lot of really bad times with Sherlock, so he worries, y'know?

[quadrangle]

[Why are humans so fucking weird? This is why they shouldn't raise their own young, he's just saying.]

OK I GUESS THAT MAKES SENSE.
WHAT'S MARY LIKE?

[jumpthegun]

Trolls have matesprits, right? A wife is like that.

[Karkat will have to be more specific if he means her personality, rather than her role.]

[quadrangle]

I KNOW WHAT A WIFE IS, YES. I MEANT WHAT IS SHE LIKE AS A PERSON.

[jumpthegun]

She's clever, funny, sweet. The things you'd expect.

[And so much more. He's being purposefully vague, though.]

Any particular reason you're asking?

[quadrangle]

BECAUSE I'M CURIOUS? AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO WONDER ABOUT YOUR LIFE NOW, IS THAT A THING.
I KNOW MORE ABOUT MYCROFT NOW THAN MARY AND HE'S AN ASSHOLE I PROBABLY WON'T BE SPEAKING TO AGAIN. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE TO YOU BECAUSE IT SURE AS FUCK DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME.

[jumpthegun]

[Oh. Well. All right.]

No. I just wanted to make sure I was giving you information you wanted is all. She's a nurse. Those are sort of assistants to doctors. We met through work. We'd been flirting off and on for a while, then I asked her out to coffee one day and things took off. We'd only been dating about six months when I proposed to her. Tried to propose. Sherlock turned up in the middle of it.

Got us kicked out of the restaurant.