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Welcome to John's blog. This is where the good doctor keeps all of his thoughts and adventures on the notepad feature of his Pocketwatch.



The Charon

[ Week 16 Day 1 || Arrival on the Charon ]	[ Week 16 Day 7 || Dinner Party ]	[ Week 17 Day 5 || This Bloody Week ]
[ Week 18 Day 2 || 3 AM ]	[ Week 18 Day 5 || Crowded Container ]	[ Week 19 Day 4 || Greg Lestrade ]
[ Week 20 Day 7 || Text Bunnies ]	[ Week 21 Day 1 || The Sunken Ship ]	[ Week 21 Day 4 || Rapture ]
[ Week 22 Day 4 || That's It ]	[ Week 23 Day 5 || Back to Normal ]	[ Week 24 Day 3 || Codename: Medico ]
[ Week 24 Day 7 || Room 219 ]	[ Week 25 Day 6 || Preparing for War ]	[ Week 26 Day 7 || Two Surgeries ]

Japan

[ Week 1 Day 3 || Settling In ]	[ Week 1 Day 7 || First Case: House ]	[ Week 1 Day 7.2 || Green-Eyed Monster ]
[ Week 2 Day 4 || Second Case: Football ]	[ Week 2 Day 2.2 || Fallen From the Sky ]	[ Week 3 Day 1 || Third Case: Beach ]
[ Week 3 Day 1.2 || TITLE ]	[ Week 3 Day 6 || Domestics ]	[ Week 4 Day 5 || July 7th ]

Tu Shanshu

[ Week 1 Day 1 || On the Back of a Turtle ]	[ Week 1 Day 4 || Storm ]	[ Week 2 Day 2 || Baker Street Replica ]
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Japan

[consultantsdoctor]

Week 1, Day 3

[consultantsdoctor]

Week 1 day 3 Settling in I wouldn't exactly call it settling in considering I don't think we'll ever really adjust after what we've been through but we've got ourselves a flat, courtesy of Shinichi's parents. Sherlock and I are pretending to be Conan's legal guardians seeing as how it doesn't really matter anyway - they're never around. Having actual days is a bit weird and it almost feels as if barely any time has passed at all since I first arrived on the Charon. It's still summer and my 40th birthday is right around the corner but it seems schools in Japan work on a different system and Conan will have to go during these summer months. I'm thinking of getting a job even though I don't have to. Shinichi's parents are rich, apparently, but it doesn't feel right to me to keep using their money. Plus, it will help having something to occupy my time. Sherlock and Conan will have their cases. There's a part of me that can't help but feel that this isn't over -- this mess with COMPASS. We left a lot undone even though the PH is dead. Plus, I doubt that they'd let us just go "world-hopping". So I've got emergency bags packed for all three of us. Just in case. Maybe we'll take a vacation before the other shoe drops or on Conan's summer vacation time. There are loads of nice beaches and it'd be nice to be on one where we don't nearly drown. Could be therapeutic. As it is I wake up and my first thought is that I'm back there on the boat or in some shabby underwater apartment but then I see the city lights outside the window. Usually can't get back to sleep after that. Also, I don't think I've ever been more grateful for a clean bathroom than I was when we first got here. Not even after I got back from Afghanistan. I attempted to call Joan sometime after we got here. Yesterday, I believe. Unsurprisingly there was no Joan on the other end, it was some American bloke so I doubt it was her Sherlock either considering what she's told me about him.

[of_deduction]

Who's Shinichi? You didn't mention him at all in the other entries.

[consultantsdoctor]

A friend of his - one who's parents were willing to help us out when were in Japan.

[of_deduction]

Oh. We were fortunate they were so generous then.

[ Though he did notice you didn't mention he was a friend of Conan's in the entry. ]

[consultantsdoctor]

Hm, all of them were generous in their own ways.

[If he sat here listing all of Conan's friends, John would be at it for an hour.]

[of_deduction]

He knows a lot of people I take it.

[consultantsdoctor]

Honestly I was surprised when we went to get groceries and we didn't get stopped by someone he knew. That only happened once. Not just in Beika either, but other prefectures. Apparently he was living with a detective for a time who often went around and got involved in a lot of cases.

Week 1, Day 7

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Week 1 day 7 First Case: House Turns out we can't go a week here without running into a murder. I hate to say it but it's sort of nice to have a sense of normalcy. People who die stay dead and don't revive in a morgue drawer or some other odd place here. Sherlock and Conan were positively buzzing with excitement the entire time. Pity for the guy who died though. I'll write up more on the actual case at a later date. This is the point where I'd like to point out that I've never been more grateful for an actual laptop than I am right now. Easier to type on.

Week 1, Day 7

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Week 1 day 7 Green-eyed Monster So I realize that I never actually got around to writing up the cases we had during our time in Japan. Typical of what happened when I was living in London, we'd have a case and I wouldn't get around to writing it up until later. This is more delayed thanks to all the world-hopping I've been forced to do. Definitely should have done this when I had a computer at hand. Either way, I almost didn't bother writing any of these up seeing as how I'm the only one who will remember them now. But then I wondered how long it would take Sherlock to realize I'd finally written them up. Anyway, we were out for the day - just wandering about the neighborhood where our flat was situated in an attempt to see what's there. I suspect it was done for my sake seeing as how I can't read or speak Japanese and would end up impossibly lost if left on my own. As we were on our way back from the nearby store, there was a scream from a house we walked past. Both Sherlock and Conan didn't hesitate to run towards it and I wasn't far behind. We all scaled the fence and rushed in to find a group of people standing around a man's body, the owner of the house. His body was hanging from a beam in his office and both of them went to work - making one of the people call the police. While Sherlock and Conan wandered about the room, I was to make sure none of the individuals left the house. Obviously they weren't ready to determine it was a suicide yet and spent time asking the others a variety of different questions. They were both clearly wanting it to be a murder - it'd been so long since they'd actually had a proper case. Even if I couldn't understand everything that was being said, I know Sherlock well enough to figure out when he's been an arse to the people he's questioning. When they determined that it was a murder, I swear it was like Christmas, their birthday and every possible good thing had been rolled into one single moment. Conan introduced us to the officers when they showed up - I think they were more than surprised when we introduced ourselves as Conan's legal guardians. Thankfully they were professional and didn't let it get in the way of the investigation. Sherlock had, as usual, figured out that the victim was an individual who worked in an office, had a wife of forty years (happily married), three children (two lived elsewhere), two in-laws and had a great deal of wealth - all within the first few minutes of the investigation. His entire family had gathered for a meal in order to share the news that one of the sons and his wife was expecting a child. Everyone claimed that they had not seen the victim in several hours and when the wife went to get him for dinner, she had discovered him dead. It had been her scream that lead us inside. While Sherlock questioned the family (had to elbow him a couple of times from being too rude), Conan found something hidden under the desk - at least a piece of something. I swear to god they both started texting each other, exchanging details about the case they weren't talking about just yet. Honestly, I didn't want to ruin their fun too much so I stayed out of the way for this one. Sherlock did have me examine the victim before the body was taken away. He was obviously just waiting for me to confirm what he had already seen, and giving Conan a chance to disappear. A chance to disappear and look for proof. Conan came back and Sherlock was ready to show-off. He said that the victim had been drugged before the murderer wrapped a wire around the victim's neck and strangled him. Then used the curtains in the room to haul him up - hence why no heard anything and there were minimal signs of struggle. The murderer's motive was the fact that the victim had recently changed his will to leave more money to his second oldest son, the one who's wife was pregnant. Apparently the oldest son was angered that he wouldn't be getting as much as he previously had, when his father told him of the change to the will the son took action. Got a copy of the old will and replaced it with the new one when his father walked in on the exchange. He knew he'd need to get rid of his father so had the drugs prepared to knock him out and then strangled him. Then attempted to make it look like a suicide so he wouldn't be questioned. The proof was not only in the will that was found in the older son's belongings but of the hastily discarded wire and needle he'd used to insert the drugs. It was the wire that really got him - there were indentations in his hands from where he'd held it tightly. We weren't chasing down murderers in darkened alleys or fighting against the Chinese mafia but I think even though this would have probably been considered a four, Sherlock and Conan were fairly happy about it. At least they were for a while.

[of_deduction]

I'd say three.

And anyway, what are you still using the titles for? There aren't any 'people' to read your blog.

[consultantsdoctor]

Better than what you were getting on the Charon which was usually a zero. [Sherlock, think of the horror of there being no cases at all.]

You're reading it and I count you as people. Conan would read it too. Still, it gives me something to call them other than just by the date. Which wasn't even a proper date.

[of_deduction]

[ That is a horrifying thought. ]

No I don't. You know how I feel about the titles.

[consultantsdoctor]

[There was only ever one case that was about murder and yet somehow John only ever had to wrestle a gun from the detective only once.]

Yes you do. It's still my blog so I don't particularly care how you feel about the titles. [So there.]

[of_deduction]

Fine. keep your titles if you insist. But don't pretend it's for my benefit when I couldn't care less about them.

[ He says that, but he'll reference the titles on occasion if a case gets brought up. ]

Week 2, Day 4

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Week 2 day 4 Second Case: Football Went to Osaka and was having a brilliant time eating the local cuisine and planning on going to a football game for Conan's favorite team. It seems these people cannot go anywhere together without there being a murder. Turns out this one happens before the game has taken place instead of during it. Somehow, I'm not surprised. More details later.

Week 2, Day 4

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Week 2 day 4 Fallen From the Sky Again, writing this weeks after the case but figured I might as well since I wrote up the last one. So there we were, enjoying the sights of Osaka in the summer - eating the food and getting to know Conan's friends. Brilliant first day there, nothing but clear skies and okay, Sherlock was not entirely happy spending the day with a bunch of teenagers but he got over it the next day. Maybe not completely but he was at least distracted when a body fell out of the sky. Literally. Once again we'd been minding our own business (Sherlock was extremely involved with his phone) when we witnessed someone hit the pavement. I actually got to the individual first, checking to see if they were still alive only to discover that he wasn't. So we had a body then and now there were three detectives there to spring into action. They were all looking up in an attempt to figure out where the victim had fallen from, trying to determine whether or not he'd come from the nearby building. They left the girls and me to deal with the victim, the police and the bystanders while they raced up to get to the roof only to determine that the man had not come from there. So obviously it meant he'd been pushed out of a blimp that had been passing by at the time, one which was advertising the football game we were meant to be going to the next day. When they'd gleaned all the information they could from the victim himself, killed upon impact on the ground and not before, they had the police take us to where the blimp was kept so we could get on board so they could inspect it. It didn't take long for them to figure out where the victim had fallen from and pointed out the shoe scuff marks showing that he'd been pushed out. A murder, then. With that in mind they got a list of crew who had been on blimp at the time of the murder. A small list consisting of five people, including the victim. All of them working in relatively different areas and the victim was there in case emergency repairs were needed. It became clear that the victim had not been a nice individual when alive, belittling his coworkers and even guests. They all had good motive to get rid of the victim. The pilot constantly argued with the victim about being lazy and not working. His partner hated that the victim was always hitting on her and she even claimed that he went through her locker once. An announcer who frequently worked with the victim owed him money from being cheated at a game, the announcer refusing to pay because of it. Then there was the woman who handled the board, making sure all the adverts were playing the proper ones. She said she'd dated the victim once but found out he had cheated on her. All of them had motive but only three had opportunity. The pilot had been at the helm at the exact time of the murder, his partner having stepped away to use the loo some time before. With three detectives nosing about and asking questions, it didn't take much time at all for them to figure out who had killed the victim. They all agreed that it was the co-pilot, that she hadn't gone to the loo at all but instead had called the victim out. As it turned out, the victim had found a picture in her locker and was blackmailing her with it. To get it back she had been paying him off for the last month and yet he still refused to return it. So she'd called him out by telling him that she had another "payment" and then proceeded to wrestle with him for the picture only to have him fall from the blimp. The evidence was there on her arms, scratches hidden beneath her uniform that she had gotten from the victim during the struggle. The police would find her DNA under the victim's fingernails during the autopsy. She admitted to the crime, that she attacked him when he told her that he was never going to give back the photograph and that she'd be paying him for the rest of her life. She hadn't meant to kill him but he had slipped during the fight and fell from the blimp. Not a terribly difficult case but it put Sherlock in the mood to attend the football game with us the next day. Wish he hadn't because he was sulky afterwards. I think he might not have been aware that we'd be there so long. Deleting the usual length of a sports game seems like the kind of thing he'd do - if he ever bothered to learn it in the first place. Didn't help much that Conan was sulky too considering his favorite team hadn't won.

[of_deduction]

Why on earth would I need to retain information about football for? Whose idea was this?

[consultantsdoctor]

Thought that might be the case. You'd be surprised what you would need the information for in Conan's world. One of Conan's friends had tickets. You spent the entire game on your phone.

[of_deduction]

That doesn't surprise me. There was probably little else to do.

[consultantsdoctor]

I'm pretty sure you were solving cases during the game. Something you could have done from the flat or hotel but you know how I like dragging you about to pretend to be social from time-to-time.

Week 3, Day 1

[consultantsdoctor]

Week 3 day 1 Third Case: Beach Honestly, only three weeks here and we simply cannot go anywhere without there being a body. Or two. Apparently Conan's world is absolutely littered with murderers who think they're clever enough to get away with it. I wasn't even there for most of it, instead enjoying my time actually relaxing on the beach. It wasn't until sometime later when I realized that Sherlock, Conan and his friends had been gone for hours. Might have ended up napping under the umbrella. Again, I'll write this up later when I get the details from the pair of them.

Week 3, Day 1

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Week 3, Day 6

[consultantsdoctor]

Week 3 day 6 Domestics So I got a job as I said I would. It's only part-time at Beika General as a GP but it's fine enough for now. Especially considering the number of murders this place has. Sherlock has less free time than usual and I think he might've been born for this world of murders. There's a load of things to write about (that surprisingly aren't dead people. First, apparently I've turned into Sherlock's "partner" and yes, we're letting people take it as they want. I don't see a need to correct them when we're supposed to be Conan's "parents". And I haven't changed my name at all - it just doesn't matter. Sure I get strange looks when I tell people I'm Dr. John Watson but I tell them my parents were fans of the books and it's done. It helps that I need less documents for my identity to actually get a job anywhere. Conan's friend, Agasa, helped with the whole paperwork thing as well. I've taken up cooking lessons from another of his friends, Ran. That started our first week here when she caught me on the street bringing home takeaway. My time on the ship has shown me that I could do with working on that part of my skills. We meet a couple times a week in between my job, her schooling and the murders. Sherlock says he can cook but honestly, I shouldn't depend on him - he hardly eats as it is and we practically lived off takeaway or Mrs. Hudson's food before. I'm not an expert but I've gotten better. No more burning the food anymore or over/under cooking it. When I do get free time I'm usually looking for things to put into our emergency bags. We may not be able to use certain things like electronics when they die but they'll be good for a while. Thankfully my time in the military has taught me how to pack a lot in small bags. We'll be prepared if/when we go back. Note to self: pack a pair of scrubs.

Week 4, Day 5

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Week 4 day 5 July 7th Otherwise known as my birthday. I'm officially 40 years old now even though I was probably that old ages ago. I don't feel 40 and I suppose that's a good thing. Now I'd lie and say few here know my birthday but that's not exactly true. Apparently everyone at work knew it was my birthday and brought in a cake. Even decorated the break room. Suppose it was nice to have someone to actually share it with. Not sure if Sherlock or Conan know (or care) but it doesn't really matter. All-in-all, not a bad day.