Bullet 02

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[John is standing in front of the library, the doors wide open for now. Behind him there is a small stack of food, certainly enough to feed a few people for a couple of days, and the way things are organized makes it clear that he's still working on gathering more of it. His torch and breathing mask have been set down on a table near by, and his gun remains tucked away safely in his pocket.

When he speaks, it's with a clear, authoritative tone; not so much as one who is used to taking charge, but someone who is used to making decisions when no one else will]

As far as any of us know, we're stuck here for a while; until we figure out who's made the decision, none of us can go home. I've begun gathering food and other supplies, and have yet to encounter....anything in the library. You're free to stay here for as long as needed, and any information at all would be welcome.

The more of us that work together, the sooner we can go home.

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[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock sighs, leaning against the inner door.]

I wonder how long any safety will last? Not long, probably.

[collector]

[Walking through on his way to return a book] How very kindly pragmatic of you, Dr Watson. Sherlock is lucky to have you.

[tin-whistled.livejournal.com]

Good idea, mate. I see you've got food there, but do you think it's worth trying to gather clothes, too? I know I've seen some around here before. I'd go raid the resident mansion, but the owner might get a bit pissed if I start ransacking their place.

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

[He's so responsible and assertive. What an admirable person~]

That was - that was great, Watson-sama! That was really, really great!

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

We can prepare until then. That's all we can do, really, aside from trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[He watches him] Off for some tea, then?

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

Anything you think might be useful. Until we have to move anything, the more the better.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[He's a bit confused now] -I'm sorry, what was?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

Someone was an idiot. That part is simple.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

And how do we figure out who it was? That's what I'm interested in.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Almost grumbling.] My...current ability might be of use.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[Curious now] And what's changed with you?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[With a sigh.] I made a choice and was given...empathy for it. I can feel everything you're feeling right now.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[The curiosity amplifies, along with some concern] You made a choice, and now you can....feel emotions?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He shifts slightly from the concern.] Yes. I was asked if I would rather know what people are thinking or what they are feeling. Now I feel everything. It's terrible.

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

Y - you are, Watson-sama. It's really, really admirable how you're trying to help everyone and bring them together. I'm sure everyone will appreciate all your hard work and effort.

[collector]

Oh, no, don't be ridiculous. This isn't a difficult enough situation to warrant tea. This is a wine situation.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[He frowns, looking over Sherlock. He may notice that there is now some guilt mixing in with his feelings] Can you control it at all?

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[Mildly] Oh, I don't know about that.

But thank you. I'm just trying to bring some organization to the situation.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow] Wine?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He actually flinches a bit.] No. Why do you feel guilty? This isn't your fault. It was my choice. A forced choice but a choice.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[The guilt only increases] It's not that.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He frowns at him and even shifts more. Guilt is very consuming.] What is it then?

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[After a moment] - I made a choice.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow.] Tell me what it was.