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

[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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Any particular theory why Doctor Watson 'has it in for you'?

[He's humoring him now.]

Oh, who knows? Not me!

[Right.]

You do realize that your actions give cause for probably this entire town to come after you in revenge?

[He's purposefully ignoring the rather large warning below.]

Probably.

But I didn't whack the entire town's girlfriend!

She wasn't my girlfriend. She was my friend.

[Fiona had made that very clear and he'd agreed.]

Crush, then. 'Twas puppy love!

[He grits his teeth and tries very hard not to rise to the bait. It doesn't go so well.]

Amazingly, a man and woman can just be good friends. You killed someone I care about. I'd be pissed off with you if you murdered a man I care about, too. That wouldn't mean I had a crush on him, either.

You have a crush on Sherlock, my man, we all know it.

Oh, for the love of-! [John bites his tongue.] I'm married. And no. I don't have a crush on my best friend.

It's okay to have a crush on the guy, I have a crush on the guy.

Nobody cares.

You have a crush on Sherlock Holmes?

Edited 2017-06-19 16:43 (UTC)

I have a thing for tall, dark detective-types, what can I say?

You're disgusting. Also beneath him. Sherlock prefers someone who can give him an actual challenge. Not some grand-standing arsehole whose greatest accomplishment to date is pretending he rigged some tunnels to blow because he was afraid people would find out he'd murdered someone.