[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.]

Comments

[jumpthegun]

The childhood sweetheart he stole away from you and locked in a tower?

[howdull]

Oh yes, I think you've hit on the right answer, how could I not have seen it before?

[John...]

Let me guess, I don't recall her because of an evil witch's curse?

[jumpthegun]

Now, Sherlock, calling your brother a witch is just insulting to witches.

[howdull]

[He snorts in amusement, not that John can hear it.]

Perhaps the Evil Queen is more his role.

Private;

It may be possible to determine who she is, if we capitalise on your newly returned memories and recent death.

[jumpthegun]

I like that better. Much more fitting. Uninvited to your first birthday and got pissed about it for all time.

Private;

I'm listening. What did you have in mind?

[howdull]

Hardly, we didn't really have birthday parties in our family.

[Not quite true, he had a few when he was very little, pirate themed ones with other children from the area. But after Victor died, he retreated into logic and dismissed parties as sentimentality that just distracted from his other business. He doesn't remember the times before that now.]

Private;

We have both revived with more memories before, you must contact him privately and make out that you are from the future once more. Beyond his time, and intimate that you know who this woman is. Ask if he is ever going to tell me the truth about her, that sort of vague nonsense. It may startle him enough, before he recalls that he'd likely never tell you anything about whoever she is, to gain some further information for us to analyse.

[jumpthegun]

You realize that's actually kind of sad, Sherlock?

Private;

That's clever. Yeah, I can do that. We're already talking privately. I can bring it up, make out like I was testing you with the conversation to see if you had any new memories, as well.

[howdull]

No. Why would that be sad?

Private;

Thank you. [He knows it's clever, though.] Make sure to record the conversation so that I can see it later.

[jumpthegun]

Because kids should get to have parties for stupid reasons like birthdays.

Private;

Sure. Do you want me to wait until your memory sorts itself out to show it to you?

[howdull]

[He doesn't bother replying at all, not to either part of the message.

John is responsible for yet again forcing him to realisation of what's happening to him, dragging another panic out of him, another desperate attempt to hang onto memory as it slips away like sand.

By the time he's calmed down, he's forgotten he was even speaking to John.]