snowblindrpg | @mewatson, video/text, late morning 284

[The video feed starts in a bright and sterile morgue. A single drawer is open, a body bag unzipped and left where it sat on the drawer. A very slight collection of dust sits at the edge of the drawer, as if there had been something sitting there earlier. The camera pans through the remainder of the morgue quickly, as there isn't much else to see: more pristine counters and closed drawers.

Through a door, the video catching a peek of a red coat and a gloved hand opening the handle, and then the the camera reveals a darkened room. It's difficult to see; the tablet image jostles and a mini-flashlight turns on as the camera is straightened, and revealed are symbols of the prophet emblazoned everywhere. The entire area is decorated in a motif of black and red, curtains drawn, scattered chairs around the room and facing from. It's some kind of funeral home, and from the looks of it, it belonged to the cult.

After a few pans of the room, the video turns off.]

There is no mention of this building on any of the maps I've seen. Has anyone else seen it?

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[John's message comes later than a lot of other people. He's gotten the rundown from Sherlock. This is painful to write, but he tries to remember how she treated it when he'd lost his memories of her. She didn't push. Just let him know who she was, and then gave him space.]

Hullo, Rosamund. My name's John. I just wanted you to know that Sherlock, Mycroft, and I are aware of your identity, but none of us will be disclosing it. I'm your husband, Sherlock is our daughter's godfather, and Mycroft is his brother. I'm a trained trauma surgeon and former Army Captain. I have a significant amount of supplies, and we were planning on heading to the area you're in now, anyway. If you need anything from me, please let me know. I'll be happy to provide it. We don't need to meet, if that's uncomfortable for you right now. I can just store supplies in a cache for you to pick up.

I would like to know you're safe, though. Periodically. I don't expect you to update me constantly, but I hope you won't mind me checking in.

[This John knows a lot. He knows about things he shouldn't. Her name, her real name--he can allude to her identity, and he can promise to keep quiet. He's friends with the man who called earlier, Sherlock--the one who phoned before she had even addressed the network. And he knows the man who seems to think he's got the entire situation under control. And evidently, they have a child? A baby girl?

A slightly nervous knot settles in her stomach, but for John, Rosamund switches the feed to audio. Her accent is English, but it isn't as clear or crisp as it is by the time they meet.]

I am safe. [There's just the slightest hint of hesitation in her voice.] I don't mind you checking in, but I don't want to meet right now.

[John switches to audio, as well. He sounds tired. Very, very tired.]

I understand. I'll contact you when I'm closer to the area. We can work out if you need anything and where I can drop it off for you. I'm sorry about... all of this. I've lost my memory before, as well. You're a lot nicer about things than I was.

[She had made the error of her accent before, not concealing her voice, with Mycroft. She won't do it again.

Not even with her supposed husband.]

No need to be cross.

I would prefer not to meet. You're an entire stranger who knows far too much. As far as I know, your motives may be far from kind-- [There's a note of a threat in her tone, slight, but present.] That is a risk I won't take. Not with anyone, my supposed husband included.

I'm not cross. [He pauses, pulling himself together for a moment.] I'm not cross with you, Rosamund. Not about this. Not at all. I did the same thing to you when I lost my memories. And I hurt you. I'm so sorry I hurt you.

I'll contact you soon. Please stay safe until then. Don't take risks. You've taken enough.

I meant to imply that I have no need to be cross. You sound like you need rest. [Despite not being the woman he knows, being the Rosamund who hasn't settled in London yet, a part of her truly is Mary. It shows in the concern in her tone.] You ought not be so kind that you get yourself hurt, though I'm sure you're good at that.

[Danger is what he likes crosses her mind unbidden.]

I will be careful enough. You as well, Dr. Watson.

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