week 1 day 1 | january 8th on the back of a turtle
There are days here that I recognize, January (again) but it's not the first. Actually it's the eighth and I could've believed that maybe I was unconscious for a week seeing as how that could happen on the ship - probably in the city I was in very temporarily too. Honestly I'm not entirely convinced that this isn't a place run by COMPASS at the moment but no one is familiar with the name at all so maybe I've broken free from them. For now. God knows they're probably still very much aware of where I am at this very moment considering they were pulling people back in from the various worlds they went to.
Even though there are similar dates to the ones back in my world I'm going to keep on using the 'week and day' format I had to use on the Charon. It might help me keep better track of just how long I've been away from home. I'll just add in the calendar date as well.
No matter. On January 1st I woke up in a train station, Conan was with me and so where a lot of other familiar faces but there was someone missing. Sherlock hadn't come back. It was... god it was horrible not being there with Sherlock. We had our fights the last time round but it wasn't right. I shouldn't have wanted him there where we were surely going to end up being tortured but dammit, I did. Couldn't let it affect me, though. Had to look after Conan and he was taking it hard enough for the both of us. I remember the city even if I wasn't there long. They called it Zelien and looked like some American city from the twenties, even had other people there. Not sure that's the right word for them. Ghosts, might be a better fit. Different from the ones on the ship, these ones didn't interact at all with us - like we were the ones who weren't really there.
Made my way to my new room to see who I'd be bunking with, tried to console Conan and honestly that was the last thing I remember before suddenly waking up outside in the pouring rain. According to the information I'm in a city called Keeliai which lies on the back of a gigantic turtle. Fancy that, living on a turtle's shell. I'll properly believe that I see it.
Probably the strangest part about all of this? Sherlock's here. And Conan's living with him. It's a bit like deja vu. Worst part? Neither of them remember the time they spent on the Charon. Not entirely sure what exactly that means except that maybe they went home proper and COMPASS erased their memories. At least that might be true for Sherlock but Conan could realistically be from a time before his time on the ship. Meaning Sherlock's from the future - our future. Says I've got a wife in at least two years time. Don't know how to handle that information right now so I won't. I'll deal with it later.
At the moment I'm sharing a bed with Sherlock, well, not exactly at this moment as I'm not asleep yet but there's only two rooms and Sherlock's got an assistant sleeping on the couch. I do have a job at a clinic which seems nice. Definitely more well-stocked than the one on the ship. Though I'll keep some supplies in my bag, just in case.
Also Sherlock. I do not want to talk about any of this for at least two weeks so keep your mouth shut after you read this.
Week 1, Day 1 | January 8th
Even though there are similar dates to the ones back in my world I'm going to keep on using the 'week and day' format I had to use on the Charon. It might help me keep better track of just how long I've been away from home. I'll just add in the calendar date as well.
No matter. On January 1st I woke up in a train station, Conan was with me and so where a lot of other familiar faces but there was someone missing. Sherlock hadn't come back. It was... god it was horrible not being there with Sherlock. We had our fights the last time round but it wasn't right. I shouldn't have wanted him there where we were surely going to end up being tortured but dammit, I did. Couldn't let it affect me, though. Had to look after Conan and he was taking it hard enough for the both of us. I remember the city even if I wasn't there long. They called it Zelien and looked like some American city from the twenties, even had other people there. Not sure that's the right word for them. Ghosts, might be a better fit. Different from the ones on the ship, these ones didn't interact at all with us - like we were the ones who weren't really there.
Made my way to my new room to see who I'd be bunking with, tried to console Conan and honestly that was the last thing I remember before suddenly waking up outside in the pouring rain. According to the information I'm in a city called Keeliai which lies on the back of a gigantic turtle. Fancy that, living on a turtle's shell. I'll properly believe that I see it.
Probably the strangest part about all of this? Sherlock's here. And Conan's living with him. It's a bit like deja vu. Worst part? Neither of them remember the time they spent on the Charon. Not entirely sure what exactly that means except that maybe they went home proper and COMPASS erased their memories. At least that might be true for Sherlock but Conan could realistically be from a time before his time on the ship. Meaning Sherlock's from the future - our future. Says I've got a wife in at least two years time. Don't know how to handle that information right now so I won't. I'll deal with it later.
At the moment I'm sharing a bed with Sherlock, well, not exactly at this moment as I'm not asleep yet but there's only two rooms and Sherlock's got an assistant sleeping on the couch. I do have a job at a clinic which seems nice. Definitely more well-stocked than the one on the ship. Though I'll keep some supplies in my bag, just in case.
Also Sherlock. I do not want to talk about any of this for at least two weeks so keep your mouth shut after you read this.