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Docking Plot : Narnia : Post 1
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sharpshootingThe past few days had left John so worn through he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hot bath and sleep there for a week. He was thoroughly annoyed with everyone and everything around him-- Mycroft for having the temerity to nudge him toward participating in the volunteer tests, himself for doing it, the station for sending him to wherever that place had been, and Sherlock for not wasting a breath upon their return before running back to his lab and dragging John with him.
He'd slept like the dead, and woken feeling like he'd been flattened by a locomotive in the night. Bleary-eyed, he sat on his couch with a cup of something like coffee, trying to summon the will to get dressed, when the ticker strip running around the walls of his room lit up and a smooth female voice addressed him.
"Attention. The station has successfully completed docking procedures and the transporters are now active. Please proceed to the Porta Ianualis for transport to the planet's surface." The message scrolled along the ticker in English, Arabic, French, German, and dozens more languages he couldn't even recognize, let alone understand under normal circumstances. The strangeness of it aside, a minute later when the message repeated, John realized what it was actually telling him. For transport to the planet's surface...
Less than five minutes later, he was on his way to the transport hub, where people were milling around in a bigger group than he'd ever seen-- almost everyone who lived on the station, it looked like. The big screens were lit up with panoramic views of stunning scenery, a shining city, and a white and gold palace overlooking the sea. A buzz was going through the room, and John heard the word Narnia several times. Part of him was incredulous-- Narnia?-- but he'd heard about the times the transporters had activated before, and the prospect of going to a place he'd loved reading about as a child overwhelmed him with excitement.
He looked for Sherlock, who was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't appreciate this, in any case, and if it was only to be for a few days, what was the harm? He'd signed up to be Sherlock's babysitter and hadn't even had the fortune, good or bad, to be able to see that through. This was something he wanted to do, and by God, he was doing it, Sherlock or no.
He got in line for the transporter and stood up alongside Sansa, giving her an encouraging smile which she returned. John squeezed his eyes shut as the transporter lit up around him, excited and terrified of what he'd see when he opened them--
--only to open them, and see that he hadn't actually gone anywhere. Abed was standing at the transporter controls, his puzzled look getting even more confused as a soft wee-bleep sound echoed from the console.
"Bollocks," John muttered, scrubbing his face with his hands. He was never going to hear the end of this if Sherlock ever found out he'd been denied entry to bloody Narnia.
[Narnia plot is open! See this post for details.]
He'd slept like the dead, and woken feeling like he'd been flattened by a locomotive in the night. Bleary-eyed, he sat on his couch with a cup of something like coffee, trying to summon the will to get dressed, when the ticker strip running around the walls of his room lit up and a smooth female voice addressed him.
"Attention. The station has successfully completed docking procedures and the transporters are now active. Please proceed to the Porta Ianualis for transport to the planet's surface." The message scrolled along the ticker in English, Arabic, French, German, and dozens more languages he couldn't even recognize, let alone understand under normal circumstances. The strangeness of it aside, a minute later when the message repeated, John realized what it was actually telling him. For transport to the planet's surface...
Less than five minutes later, he was on his way to the transport hub, where people were milling around in a bigger group than he'd ever seen-- almost everyone who lived on the station, it looked like. The big screens were lit up with panoramic views of stunning scenery, a shining city, and a white and gold palace overlooking the sea. A buzz was going through the room, and John heard the word Narnia several times. Part of him was incredulous-- Narnia?-- but he'd heard about the times the transporters had activated before, and the prospect of going to a place he'd loved reading about as a child overwhelmed him with excitement.
He looked for Sherlock, who was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't appreciate this, in any case, and if it was only to be for a few days, what was the harm? He'd signed up to be Sherlock's babysitter and hadn't even had the fortune, good or bad, to be able to see that through. This was something he wanted to do, and by God, he was doing it, Sherlock or no.
He got in line for the transporter and stood up alongside Sansa, giving her an encouraging smile which she returned. John squeezed his eyes shut as the transporter lit up around him, excited and terrified of what he'd see when he opened them--
--only to open them, and see that he hadn't actually gone anywhere. Abed was standing at the transporter controls, his puzzled look getting even more confused as a soft wee-bleep sound echoed from the console.
"Bollocks," John muttered, scrubbing his face with his hands. He was never going to hear the end of this if Sherlock ever found out he'd been denied entry to bloody Narnia.
[Narnia plot is open! See this post for details.]