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Dr. John H. Watson, M.D. ([personal profile] lightconductor) wrote2022-03-05 08:07 pm

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If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW
pineapplesalmon: (goatee walking away)

May 2022 Murdergames Containment :)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2022-05-11 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
pineapplesalmon: (goatee closed thoughts)

Day 1, shortly after 9AM

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2022-05-11 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Text us when safe. We're safe & together. We love you 💖💖

[[From here]]
Edited (:) Linking) 2022-05-11 03:20 (UTC)
pineapplesalmon: (goatee soldiering on)

Day 1, Mid-Day, Shortly after Thread with Johnny

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2022-05-15 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[a small series of messages, prompted by this.]

We'll be okay. You'll know why I wrote this before you read it, despite it being sent earlier. But don't read this until you've had a chance to recenter yourself and recover. This is just something I must 'say' now, or I'll never say it. Something you *need* to know. Something Johnny should know as well.

I was so worried about Johnny's initial reaction to all of this and took steps to make sure he would be okay. There's a lot of psychology we know in my time about how to prevent memories from becoming traumatic, so I know how to protect him despite his insistence on watching more than he probably should.

But I forgot about *myself* entirely. Completely forgot about my needs. Johnny saw, thank God. We're lucky to be loved by such a good man.

I won't have he nerve to tell you when you get back, so I'm writing this now. If a situation is strained enough, I still naturally gravitate towards not caring about my own needs. Recovering from what I've been through isn't something that can happen overnight, I'm reminding myself. It's still so easy to fall into old patterns of behavior.

My feelings and needs matter. Intellectually, I am beginning to understand this again because of how sweetly you two have treated me. Instinctively? Not so much. That'll still take time.

I love you, John. We'll both be here for you when you get back. We love you. CS
Edited (I forgot that clicking links and hitting the back button makes your subject line vanish) 2022-05-15 16:00 (UTC)
pineapplesalmon: (goatee quiet worry)

Day 2: Early afternoon

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2022-06-01 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
We're hanging in there. I'm getting the food and visiting people that were killed. People have also been concerned for me. It's... strange how it took being kidnapped to be able to type that. Johnny still hasn't left the room, but we're taking turns caring for each other. We've done what we can to minimize permanent effects.

Johnny and I are worried sick. All three of us know how this will end. By the time you read this, it will all be over, and we will have gotten through those first awful hours together. It's easier to update you with what's happening now this way rather than explain it all verbally later.

Nothing's happened on this ship other than the live feeds and replays. People are scared. But we're doing what we can to survive.

I think I'll leave it here. I don't know much else that I can say.
pineapplesalmon: (goatee worried)

Day 2: Shortly after Watson's Death

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2022-06-01 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
We saw. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
pineapplesalmon: (goatee failing heart)

Day 3: Hours before 6am

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2022-06-01 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
This happened earlier. It was awful. But you're the ship doctor and knowing the process is useful. Knowing this will help prepare others. And to protect people.

But this is information obtained from your death. We stayed mostly in the other bed. I'm so sorry. God. Please, don't read this until you're ready. I beg of you, John. Skip past the periods until you're ready. I've put enough on either side that you won't see it unless you choose to look.
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Bodies are carried to the morgue.
During turndown service, Miss Friday brings bodies back to their rooms.
Injuries are healed at this point but bodies will not be cleaned by Friday, so cleaning should be done by someone to reduce trauma.
Bodies can be dressed in different clothing than before, at least after excursions.
There's no signs of life or warmth when bodies are tucked into their beds.
I expect changes to occur around or at 6am. If there's anything spectacular to note, I'll add it later when we're all not occupied.
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I love you. CS