WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[dearboswell]

[With the trial over, Watson no longer has to put forth the effort to not look like he's about to collapse from pain. Especially after the walk all the way to the train station. He sits in front of the fire rather abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the jolt of pain in his leg. He's not moving anywhere for a while.

If you want to talk to him, you're gonna have to go see him yourself. Later, once the old bullet lodged in his thigh stops trying to kill him again, he'll get up and go talk to people on his own.

Later, you might find him making notes in his journal. He looks deep in thought over it, and keeps looking at people as he does so- not the way he did on the first day, when Watson was still trying to learn about who everyone was; more like he's trying to put together several trains of thought at once.

Still later, he'll be stopping by The Narrator's cabin to pick up a few things- mainly, what's left of the man's cigarettes, and whatever else could be useful that the Narrator would willingly give. Hey, it's a survival situation, they need all the supplies they can get.]

oh notes?

[dragongod]

[Martin's got his own book, over across the fire from Watson, though he's given up on translations for the moment (it makes his eyes hurt) and is instead just watching the flames in silent thought.

He only really takes notice of Watson when he spots the writing motion out of the corner of his eye and, perhaps just due to wanting to check on everyone while they're gathered together, he stands up and moves slightly closer. He has little faith in his ability to keep any conversation lighthearted at the moment, but oh my god does he try.]

Writing poetry?

[dearboswell]

Never been a poetry sort of man. Prose, definitely.

But no. I'm updating my journal entries about everyone, mostly. Keeping track of what information has changed over time.

[dragongod]

Do you consider yourself an author, then, or merely a journalist?

Either way, I wish you the best in keeping it all straight. It's been quite a lot in the span of just two weeks, that much can be said for certain.

[dearboswell]

An author. I publish many of the cases Holmes and I investigate- with many details changed for the sake of protecting identities, of course.

And thank you- I have the majority copied down, aside from one or two recent details.

Cabin 13

[onlyexplainit]

[The Narrator floats in]

You know, if you wanted my stuff you didn't have to resort to breaking and entering.

[dearboswell]

My apologies. I assumed a dead immortal would have no need for material objects. Especially if you happen to have food or water in here.

[onlyexplainit]

I have no need for them, but it's still nice to ask before entering one's house for any reason.

[... he might still want the bed though because curling up in a blanket was the One Thing he missed about the mortal body.]

[dearboswell]

Fair enough- I apologize. Holmes had a habit of breaking into people's homes whenever he pleased; I take it the habit rubbed off on me.

[onlyexplainit]

Well I can't judge you too harshly. You are more than welcome to have whatever survivor tools are still in my cabin.

... You may want to return the thermos I have to Dlanor, since I will be no longer needing it.

Notes

[tenrules]

Perhaps you should try to relax for tonight, Mr. Watson.

[She approaches and immediately says that without even knowing what he's writing. It's just that the look of his face makes her worry he's getting stressed about everything that has happened lately -- not that she'd blame him]

[dearboswell]

[A tight grimace.]

I'm afraid such a thing is difficult for any of us, Ms. Knox. But I'm trying.

[tenrules]

...you are correct about THAT. I organized this reunion, yet I can't get anything off my mind...I am certain I can endure it all, but the thought everything can get worse frightens ME.

[dearboswell]

I understand. But I do appreciate the work you've done to help. And you deserve the chance to take a breather, as well.

[tenrules]

I haven't ever got much time to relax, not here, not back at HOME.

[It's a bit of a wonder she hasn't been crushed by all the stress she should be feeling. It's a good thing she's a rather stable person]

lets go visit watson

[junosteel]

[Noting Watson's initial absence from the gathering, Juno briefly pops in on his way to fetch more whiskey.]

Hey, doc. Need a pick-me-up?

[He's refering to the alcohol, of course.]

[dearboswell]

[Watson manages a weak grin.]

I certainly won't say no.

[junosteel]

[Juno pushes open the door, mostly-empty bottle in hand. The whiskey sloshes around sadly at the bottom.]

Still got a few gulps left in here. And, before you say anything, no, I did not drink it all.

[He holds it out for Watson to take.]

[dearboswell]

[Watson takes the bottle gladly, Taking a Fucking Sip, Babe.]

How are you this fine evening?

[Said with heavy irony.]

[junosteel]

[take a fucken sip]

I feel like absolute shit. [when doesn't he, tho] And it's mostly because I'm glad someone took the fall for the rest of us. It's selfish as hell, but...I can't see the fault in it.

[He sighs, running a hand through his hair.] I just wish there was something else I could've done.

making notes

[hydrazine]

[She speaks to several people over the course of the night, but Raven is fairly perceptive; after she catches him glancing at different people several times, she becomes curious and heads his way.]

What are you writing?

[dearboswell]

[Watson looks up at her briefly, and flashes a brief smile.]

Updating some of my older notes about everyone, and writing about today's events. I've been trying to keep an up to date catalog of everything. Mostly as a precaution, in the event of my passing, or should this journal find its way somewhere else in the world.

[hydrazine]

[She gives him a smile in return, and though it lessens slightly when he mentions the possibility of his passing, it doesn't fade completely.]

Can I read it? Unless it's confidential.

[dearboswell]

[Watson thinks it over.]

Unfortunately, some of it is. I record just about everything I feel would be of importance; either to me when going over my notes and trying to piece things together, or to someone else trying to figure out how this town works long after I'm gone.

[Tfw ur the confidant and everyone keeps confiding shit 2 u]

[hydrazine]

[She nods.]

Got it. No worries.

[Of course, there is one thing she's still curious about.]

Am I allowed to know what you've got about me in there, though?