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[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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Sherlock's alive, yeah. He's having problems with his short-term memory again.

It happened when we were all anomalies, though. Sherlock and I split up, left Mycroft as our minds started going. We didn't want to attack him or each other. I ran down south and ran into a couple of anomalies I didn't recognize. Next morning, I was waking up as myself and trying to get my clothes back on and the Joker jumped me. Harley helped him out in holding me. Clint walked in when he was having a go at me with his fireplace poker. I'd gotten hit over the head by that point... losing blood. Not entirely sure what happened, but I know Clint was pulling Harley out and he managed to get in some good shots on the Joker.

That's all I remember.

[It's a lot to hear. His mind swims back over memories of his own time then, traveling out of his way to avoid running into anyone. Imagined images of hands holding arms and weapons. The memory thing—why do so many people keep having memory troubles? Ultimately there's only really one thing he can ask, in a tone more hurt than incredulous:]

She helped?

Harley's a very mentally ill woman, Davesprite. The Joker is her abuser. He's basically brainwashed her into helping him for things like this. It's why she needs to be kept away from him at all costs.

[Davesprite exhales shakily.]

No, I know. She's told me. Back when we were all blurting our fears and everything, she told me the whole deal with him, and she kept trying to warn me other times that she's not a good person. Just—

[He takes a moment.]

You're my friend, and I really didn't want this to happen.

I didn't want it happening, either. It has. We'll have to just work on moving past it, yeah? She still needs people talking to her, maybe more now than ever, so she doesn't relapse again and try to go back to him. I dunno that I can be one of those people. It's just not in me right now.

[He has a lot of empathy, but even John needs a little more distance when it's not someone like Bucky hurting him.]

If that's your way of telling me to be it, I don't think I can pull it off under the circumstances. I got enough people getting my friends killed that it's not a happy subject, especially when I'm still waiting for Clint to come back at all. Maybe later, I don't know, but I've got too much on my mind.

No, it doesn't have to be you. I think Steph might be able to do it. They're from the same world. Magenta said he wanted to talk to her, too. If you need to talk about anything else, by the way, I'm... well, I'm actually around now.

Okay.

[He breathes out and takes a second to reorganize his thoughts, then swaps to text.]

so i finished those pills you gave me some days ago
clorprofssjfd whatever
cant be assed to look at the bottle but the ones for the paranoia
and that hasnt come back at all so i wont be needing a refill
i was going to ask though
do you have any tips for sleeping better
i was going to ask about sleeping pills after steph told me about them but karkat has enough trouble with the same thing that i dont want to have to rely on him to wake me up if i oversleep
so maybe trying to find other remedies is better
i tried stranges meditation thing but it didnt really help

Edited (what the heck is my sentence structure) 2017-06-24 02:13 (UTC)

I'd suggest some kind of herbal tea, but that's not really an option. I can see if the Admin will take that as a prescription on the off chance. Other than that, one of the things that used to work when I was in the Army was to put your face in cold water for about 30 seconds. I know if this weather...

But it triggers something call the Mammalian Dive Reflex. Slows down your heart and relaxes you to help get you primed for sleeping.

lmao
you think you could get her to pop a pot of hot tea in every house i end up in
im gonna go ahead and veto the cold water treatment though because one i dont want hypothermia of the face and two im half avian so im blatantly using that as an excuse because i dont want to

Worth a try. We didn't know we could get medicine until I asked, and she managed some aloe vera and vitamin substitutes. Tea's even easier than either of those.

Only other thing I can think of off the top is another sort of relaxation technique. Visualizing one of your favorite places or creating one in your head, filling it in with details, letting your mind wander that way until you drift off.

eh
funny as it is im not that into tea honestly
but if you try it for yourself to assuage your british cravings pls report back
i think i can try the visualization thing
that one sounds less ridiculous than strange taking me through a verbal acid trip

[John scoffs at 'British cravings.']

We've actually found some tea down here at the entrance. Wine, as well. Don't plan to mix the two, but they're both nice to have.

[Even if it's just some herbal tea and not real tea.]

Might try it for Mycroft. He's been sounding stuffy. Not just metaphorically, mind. I'll try to think of some other techniques for sleeping. Mary might have a few, as well. I can check with her and get back to you.

still doesnt solve the lack of hot water
and ive got plenty of alcohol but im trading that away later
but thanks watson
ive got basically everything working against me down to the fact ive always been a light sleeper but i appreciate you trying to help

Couple of places to solve the hot water problem. Anyway, I'll talk to you later. Thanks for dealing with me while I was missing my memories. Even if you were a bloody git.

what do you think the username is for
im just living up to my brand
later watson

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