FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping this round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your third person sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! Reserves are here, and open on January 26th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on February 2nd at 12:01AM CST. OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out to find the city again covered completely frozen. Doors are difficult to open and trees strain under the weight of the ice flash-frozen on their branches. Watch your step on your way to your welcome hall - sidewalks and stairs are covered in thick sheets of ice! - and if you get the time, the natives attempting to defrost their shop windows look like they wouldn't turn down an offer of help. Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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joan watson | elementary

[medica]

( joan is so done. as if it wasn't enough that she was transported somewhere (though she hadn't dropped the possibility of hallucinating entirely), she certainly wasn't dressed for the weather she met herself with when she opened the castle doors. fortunately, she still had a jacket on but wasn't wearing the appropriate footwear. she sighed to herself but cautiously made her way outside anyways.

her fingers traced over the bracelet while her thoughts remained on the letter. there had to have been some underlying meaning. "the greater good" is definitely a questionable expression and wasn't sure what laughter or tears had to do with anything.

unfortunately, because of these distractions, joan didn't see the uneven ice as she walked, resulting in a slip and fall. while she didn't yell out, her jaw clenched and her eyes shut tightly, waiting for the pain to pass. )

[unpuzzling]

[There are times when new travellers arrive. Going off a cross-section of information from the bracelets, from the way people treated him upon his arrival, and other various pieces of information, he is able to locate a time when they will come again. He finds it strange that such a randomized system would otherwise work on a schedule, but it might be something to do with the magic.

Magic itself is still something that Sherlock is working out. It's one of the many mysteries that this world has suddenly provided him with, and he's willing to explore it—to some extent, anyway. A cursory knowledge will be useful, but he doesn't want to devour information that isn't useful. (No matter how much Joan insists that a brain doesn't work like an overfilled attic.)

But the fact that magic can be set to a clock. Ah, that part is useful, so he picks a place near the castle to sit for the day. He's not outside, of course, but rather in, drinking a cup of tea that's refilled (it's decaffeinated, and the waitress is curious as to why he's had so much). The names that appear on the list for the inboxes are largely unfamiliar—save for one. Right above John Watson appears Joan Watson, and sure enough, when Sherlock looks out the window, he sees her exiting the castle.

It wasn't that he hoped she would come here. Sherlock estimates that there are a great many things about Asgard that will frustrate Joan. He's developed a very long list. But he can warn her about them later.

For now, he sets down money (the exact amount plus twenty-percent tip) and heads out of the restaurant, bracelet slid back on his wrist as he strides up to her, head straight up and shoulders slightly thrown back.]

You're late, Watson. [It's not accusatory in the least. He even proceeds with his words:] Not that that's your fault, but you have much to catch up on. [Such as the matter of Moriarty and her presence here. But he doesn't go on yet, simply waiting for her response.

He is glad she is there. And though neither of them need that kind of reassurance from the other, some part of him worried he'd be caught here for some time without her. It's a point of awareness that's been in the back of his mind since around the second day since he first arrived, but it's also one he'd never vocalize. Not readily, anyway. At least, not to anyone but her.]

[medica]

( her eyes open immediately at the sound of the familiar voice. she looks up to see sherlock.

admittedly, seeing sherlock offers her some relief; the confusion of the last hour left joan somewhat panicked. even if the answers to her questions hadn't presented themselves entirely, at least having sherlock with her offers some support. )

Late to where exactly?

( also she isn't exactly sure what she needed catching up on since she literally saw sherlock not too long ago but it seems as though there was more at work than she was aware. part of her can't help but feel irritated and behind since, judging from his tone, he obviously knew more than her about their situation. the other part of her was curious enough to find out. their relationship had progressed into one of mutual respect and so learning from each other was a part of the deal.

still, this was certainly far beyond the norm of what she adjusted to over the time spent with sherlock, but then again, what was really considered normal for a consulting detective? )

[unpuzzling]

[Sherlock at least doesn't give her the obvious and somewhat redundant answers. "Asgard" is the most obvious of which, but he knows she would have processed as much. Whether she processed it in the same way as him is unknown, but he'd have to see. Still, he has a feeling he'll value whatever approach she takes to the matter.]

It's a little more of a fluid state of being than it might be usually. There is no train to catch to Asgard, after all. [He does pause, giving a faint and ironic smile.] From New York, at any rate. The citizens of the other nations here would beg to differ. [It's unnecessary blathering on, though.]

We should go visit your district first. What god ... claimed you, so to speak? [His eyes do fall to her wrist to see her bracelet, but he still allows her to answer the question out of respect.]

[medica]

Asgard...

( joan remembers the letter said that as well. it had been a lot to take in when the faceless woman had dumped the information on her but she remembered the name of the goddess that claimed her. )

Sigyn, I think. I'm not familiar with her. ( her eyes followed his to the bracelet. ) The stone signifies the god or goddess?

( she backtracks for a moment. ) What do you mean my district? Are you staying somewhere else? ( although it isn't exactly fear, she isn't particularly keen on separating. she asks the question, though she's already begun to piece together the situation based on what the woman had said. )

[unpuzzling]

Wife to Loki. [There's a point of hesitation as he looks at her out of the corner of his eye. Sherlock had wondered if Joan would be there.] She's fond of nurturing and caring for others. One of the kinder individuals. [Outside of a brief comment to Thor, he hadn't made contact with the gods themselves. He wanted to enter that interaction fully prepared. Now that Joan is here, he has a feeling that will come sooner than he originally expected.]

And separate for the time being. I believe we can procure ourselves positions of employment to afford a small place, as our money is otherwise ... useless here. [And though he believes that they can solve cases for the natives, they'll still need a supplementary income.] It will be temporary. But as it remains temporary, I should warn you right away: Moriarty is here, and claims to be from the future. A time after her release. I've found no reason to believe otherwise. But she likes to pay ... house calls.

[His face scrunches up slightly at the memory, and he looks ahead. He knows it's a great deal of information to process, so he allows her to do so.]

[medica]

You're talking about them as if they're physically here.

( moriarty. that's someone who they couldn't seem to get away from lately. she looks away, but says nothing for a moment. the subject had presented itself to them earlier when they had dealt with moriarty and who they later found to be moriarty's daughter. it was a delicate subject that joan needed to float well. sherlock's feelings about moriarty would probably be better discussed at a later time. ) Has she tried anything while she was here? Reestablish her criminal network?

[unpuzzling]

I've attempted to track her whereabouts, and I've also set up a system through which she is limited in her ability to send information. She can't use one of the only couriers available in the city because of our correspondence. [And Sherlock will admit to himself that it's the only time he's bothered to make productive use of their letters outside of his own selfish means. He knows it's unwise to continue that here, given the circumstances, but then, he did wait until she started it again.

That's not to say he wouldn't have restarted it himself. But he was stalling, being stubborn, and perhaps hoping he might be released from that. A fleeting hope, really.]

Barring that sole limitation, I've found myself needing to tag along with her. But I've not been completely successful. [There's a pause, and when he picks up again, he sounds rather more emphatic, as if this is a frustration that's been boiling beneath the surface just waiting to be let go of.] I know not who she associates with or if she has any schemes arising. She has taunted people with her usage of Greek over these bracelets, but otherwise—[The tension doesn't leave him at all, but he does slump somewhat.] There is nothing. But there are no immediate murders. As far as I know. There is a war, and it is a pressing concern, of which I'm sure she intends to use as an opportunity.

[medica]

( she realizes that means their contact has continued since they've been here through the letters. joan says nothing, as her gaze falls to the ground. while she knows its not her responsibility to necessarily protect sherlock, she knows a trigger when she sees one. at the same time, she knows that trying to address it now might push the situation in a less than favorable direction.

if moriarty really was from at a later point in time after being released from jail, was she reformed? possibly. in all honesty though, the suspicions that she (and sherlock, given his actions) has of moriarty probably would never subside, especially after everything she put them through. )

Maybe between the two of us we'll be able to monitor her more closely. She may not have access to her resources though, which makes her less of a threat to others. ( still, joan knew that she was on par with sherlock with regard to intelligence and could manipulate others if she chose to. when he mentions the war, she looks up, her eyes widening. ) A war? Between who?

[unpuzzling]

The frost giants of Thrymheim and the Gods of Asgard. I've had a number of rather fruitful discussions over the veracity of these Gods, ones that you wouldn't normally have when they're no more than a mere text message away. [It's much, much easier to launch into that explanation than to focus on the matter of Moriarty. In fact, he only gave an assenting nod. Some part of him hopes to have her involvement and insight. More importantly, he hopes to have her clarity, which Sherlock knows he lacks.

After all, though she claims to be from the future, he wants to know more. She drops hints often enough, but some part of him dislikes it. It's either his vanity, or something more.

(It's the lack of control. The very conceptualization that he is one step behind. Sherlock loathes it greatly.)]

I've even been to a battle already. It wasn't an experience I'd soon repeat. [But he has a feeling he will. Of course he will.]

[medica]

( she notes that he doesn't comment more on moriarty but leaves the topic for now. it seems as if this impending war held priority anyways. )

So to summarize, people are being pulled from different places to Asgard where frost giants and gods are a text message away?

( somehow that hallucination idea she had a while ago was seeming more and more appealing.

at the mention of having gone to war, part of joan becomes angry. as consultants, self-defense training was important, sure, but at the end of the day, they weren't trained for actual combat: their battles were confined to solving crimes. )

And what made you decide to go to battle? ( she maintains a controlled tone, but a firmness underlies it. )

[unpuzzling]

The frost giants like to turn off their phones when they aren't taunting the citizens here, apparently. [Trawling through the archives to find the previous correspondences wasn't overly difficult, but he still wishes that they were within reach. Sherlock does prefer the idea that Thiazi may be open to questions. Far be it from him to only want to understand the mind of one serial murderer in the city, and at least he wouldn't have slept with Thiazi before.

Which, speaking of:]

And Moriarty was on her way to be supportive. I intended to do the same. Deliver water, ensure people are returned to camp. Similar tasks like that. [There is a pointed pause.] She ... disappeared at one point. I've not yet found cause for it, but I am still looking. [But he knows his ability to find clarity when it comes to her is sometimes nonexistent. It's frustrating, and the look on his face seems to indicate that he feels the full weight of it.]

[medica]

If I didn't know better, I'd say she turned over a new leaf.

( but she did know better by this point, joan shakes her head, frustrated by the other woman. it's amazing how one other person can become such a huge pain. )

Like I said though, we'll figure out what her plans are together. You mentioned that I'd be staying somewhere different than you. I'm guessing a different god claimed you?