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[ Something didn't feel right. The obvious panic-inducing other world kidnapping part, obviously, but in a much more literal sense than that. The water felt weird, like there was something in it besides water or naturally occurring minerals. It wasn't the difference between hard water or soft. Joan had no idea what it was but it felt almost imperceptibly off. (Almost.) Water wasn't naturally this luke warm, either. While she could sense it, she couldn't help but wish the person who would probably decide tasting it was a good idea because he would know, for whatever reason, that the substance tasted like clay from the Cayman Islands and that was where they'd been kidnapped to or would suddenly declare that he either needed a doctor quite badly or it's filled with almond extract. As it stood, Joan knew she had climbed out into it and that meant someone else probably had at some point. She wasn't going to taste it no matter what was in it. Whatever it was, it would dry on her utterly ruined shoes and she could have them tested.

She'd clearly been taken and put somewhere, but she didn't know where besides strange-feeling water in a cave. There was sound outside, enough of it that it was obviously more than a small group. It sounded like regular city life. No sounds of nearby groups speaking in hushed voices, no signs of captors or methods of restraint at all. Joan definitely didn't remember struggling and she was a fighter. She wasn't groggy enough upon waking up for it to have been drug-induced, and she wasn't injured in any way besides the pride of waking up in your pajamas. It wasn't like any kind of kidnapping she'd ever heard of or experienced. Then, as she made her way toward the exit, the hologram cropped up. Call it an overload of the senses and the unfamiliar feeling of having no idea what's going on to an unnerving point (which is saying something considering her life with Sherlock), but she doesn't recognize what the hologram device is or that it's going to crop up with a young lady, and it certainly causes a startle.

Joan watched through the hologram, but was looking over her shoulder. She turned back to the pod and went back to inspect it, having decided that no, no one was about to come back for her and kill her for moving from her creepy water coffin. Cocoon? Pod. In fact, everything so far seemed to indicate 'invited guest' would be a better word if it weren't without actual invitation. At the very least, there was some comfort in knowing there was no immediate danger besides oh god where did New York go, and even more comfort in the fact that a glance inside the pod revealed that the only item she had forgotten was currently being prodded at with the tiny nose of an old reptilian friend. ]

They got you too, Clyde?

[ She picked the turtle and the pendant up and started heading out of the Bay, honestly not even sure where to start with this one. The water seemed pretty inane compared to the increased amount of visual evidence that confirmed that yes, she really was on another world of some kind. Joan was pretty sure this was one of those things that would end up in that old chest of cold cases because not even Sherlock could solve this mystery.

Okay, next moves: welcome center for map, hospital to check for head injuries (though she was pretty sure she didn't have one), salad for Clyde and comfort food for Joan, buy clothing that isn't made for sleeping in, locate Genessia Commons and smuggle turtle inside, review the map and as many posts to the network as she could from the room she was given in the Commons. This was going to be a long day and night. At least the anxiety of being in another world is definitely going to keep her wide awake. Feel free to run into her at any of her tasks. ]

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[Major peeks out from his door in the Commons when he hears footsteps. Normally, he wouldn't even pay that much attention. It's a hard adjustment to go from having to look over your shoulder all the time to having to...less of the time. But people come and go. However, Major is currently on the brain of a bed and breakfast owner and PTA leader. The urge to welcome Joan is overwhelming.]

Let me guess. New arrival? [Not as overwhelming as teenage girl brain. But the smile he gives her is a little too broad and bright.]

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[ Joan looks over at the source of the voice, then pulls a smile to her face. It's nice to speak to friendly faces on any world, even if she's nerve-wracked. She notices the smile's a little intense, but this guy might just be an intense person. Joan always did have a positive outlook despite everything. ]

Is it that obvious? [ She shifts to get her stuff into one hand, holding it out. ] Joan Watson.

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[Great. :D They can have positive outlooks together!]

Coming from someone who woke up from the pods about a week ago, a little. [He gives her hand a firm shake.] Major Lilywhite. [His eyes round.] Do you need any help carrying your stuff?

[ Makes sense. She didn't move comfortably around here, she knew. And even if it was the Commons, the starter living space, she'd figured it wasn't horribly obvious she was the freshest of the fresh. Whoops. ]

Honestly, there's not enough stuff to need help with.

[ She touches the bag to indicate it. It's pretty light, since she just got here. ] But thanks. You said you've been here a week? Do new people come in all the time?

[He shrugs, placing his hands in his pockets.] Five days. I didn't see any bodies in the pods when I woke up, but they must get new people enough to want to put up a hologram of the Frequently Asked Questions of Genessia.

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There's been at least one since. [ She raises her hand to indicate she's referring to herself. ] That makes sense though. Not being here, but why they had the hologram up.

[ After a productive day at the Genessia Scientific Research Foundation, Spock has finally made it back to the Commons. He steps in the elevator and presses the button to his floor before he sees Joan walking his way. He shoots his hand out to catch the door before it can close, making it reopen so that she can ride with him. Back on the Enterprise with its turbo lifts he wouldn't have bothered, but the lifts here took an absurdly long time to move between floors. He's certainly glad that he doesn't have to stay here for long. ]

[ Joan doesn't make him wait. The second it looks like he's going to hold it, she breaks into a brisk jog. It's only polite to make sure not to hold up the person who's giving you a hand. She gives him a smile, immediately noting the ears. They don't look prosthetic, which means there are definitely non-humans around. What kind she has no idea. ]

Thank you so much. I'm Joan. [ A brief moment, then she adds. ] You're here so I'm guessing you haven't been here too much longer than I have?

[ Spock notes her eyes on his ears. How curious; it looks like vulcans are not around where or when she's from. He makes a mental note of it before he nods in acknowledgement to her thanks. It was nice that she hustled in, but completely unnecessary. ]

You would be correct in your postulations. I arrived here twelve days ago. I am Spock. [No need for his title here, it would seem, so he's back to just Spock.] Have you just arrived here? I have not seen you in this building before.

[ She certainly doesn't stop at his ears though. Joan's been taught to observe and deduce by the best. He dresses professionally, hair perfectly cut and facial hair perfectly shaved, almost looked like it was done with a protractor. That tells her he's fastidious. Despite that he's on another world and has only been here fore 12 days, he holds himself confidently. Possibly just a confident person, but it's also possible that he's used to travelling or finding himself in unexpected circumstances. He held the door open for her, which leaves Joan with a good impression. Unlike Sherlock, she isn't about to go guessing motives where there doesn't need to be one. She's just happy to accept that he's a nice guy. ]

I'm fresh off the pod. I'm trying to take everything in before I go announcing my presence over the network, so I haven't really made a public debut yet.

[ She's considering not even, but she's going to need to make contacts eventually. ]

[Spock nods. A practical woman; he likes that.]

Understandable. It might be beneficial to greet others shortly, though: I found several of them quite knowledgeable upon my arrival. There may also be another person from your system that you are familiar with; it is startlingly common. Of the 155 current occupants, 81 share a common locus, which is approximately 52.258 percent.((basing this on the taken list as of 5/20 hope there’s a list of occupants for all to see if not I done fucked up)) It is thereby statistically likely that you are not the only entity from your universe.

Thank you. [ Joan likes to believe in the goodness of people, which means while she thinks the math is him being the kind of person who lives heavily on statistics and is high on the mathematical-logical intelligence scale, providing the information to a stranger without being prompted to is a gesture of good will. The sentiment of saying she's not alone is kind. She likes that. ]

If anyone else is going to be here, it'll be Sherlock and he won't stay away for too long.

[ It's impossible since she's going to go bother the police once she gets settled, and that's the same thing he'll do. ]

[ It's at the supermarket, salad aisle, that Cassian bumped into Joan while he hadhis eyes on the perfect endive. He shot her a rather disgruntled look, muttering a half-hearted excuse me and turned back to the vegetables, only to start. Look back. He's almost sure he saw a turtle peek its head out of her pocket. ]

[ His suspicions of the pocketed turtle would be pretty quickly confirmed, since Joan's first instinct on being bumped into is to check on Clyde. He's just trying to eat her pocket, no big deal. He's survived being an ambulance, a paper weight, a weight-weight, an alarm clock, and listening to whatever music Sherlock put him through to try to figure out what music he liked best. A bump from Cassian doesn't seem to have rattled him much.

But Joan is definitely more polite than Cassian is, even if he was the one who bumped into her and then looked mad about having bumped into her. ]

Sorry. We just got here, so if I'm meandering in the leafy greens, it's because I'm trying to figure out which ones are closest to turtle food.

[ Where's the iceberg lettuce?? But also this guy seems disgruntled so she's going to take credit and not make a fuss about it. Diffusing the situation by giving him the cards might help, so she's going to try it. ]

[ He nods, saving himself further grumbling for the moment in favor of thinking about that problem. Cassian lets his gaze wander over the salad aisle, then the other vegetables. He absent-mindedly puts the endive salad into his cart. ]

I don't know anything about feeding turtles. Do you think they would like berries?

[ He's become something of a berry expert, after all, what with grocery shopping for five pokemon. Cassians squints at Joan, though he tries his best not to be overly unfriendly. ]

You're not supposed to bring pets into the grocery store.

You're not supposed to get kidnapped to other worlds overnight either.

[ Today is an exceptional day in which she's taking exception to a rule. She doesn't seem upset by the criticism of Clyde though. ]

Clyde's a fan of strawberries, even if he can't fit them in his mouth. Lettuce, flowers which I learned the hard way when I left a bouquet on the table.

[ His brows arch up, but he looks more amused than annoyed. ]

You're right. Maybe we can make an exception for extraordinary circumstances. If you're looking for lettuce, they have some good iceberg over there, though I prefer to buy my salad in the other supermarket closer to the bay. They have the best berries here, though. Did you find the welcome center yet?

[ And yes, he's fully determined to pretend that talks of both kidnapping and grocery shopping are perfectly normal. ]

Best salad at the one closer to the Bay. Got it.

[ For now this is fine, but that's advice she intends to take. Even if most of the time she ends up eating takeout (moreso due to convenience and saving time than a lack of skill), that'll be good for Clyde.

Joan holds a hand out to shake, a smile on her face. ]

Joan Watson.

[ He takes her hand with barely any hesitation now, his handshake firm. ]

Captain Cassian Andor. I'd say 'welcome' but as a rule I try to avoid that. There's nothing really welcoming about being stuck here... but you seem to be doing well, all things considered.

[ Hers is firm as well, her hands tough but not calloused, and clearly well taken care of. Even if she doesn't need them in as good condition as they once were, they're meticulously taken care of. She notices his own callouses as well. ]

My profession back home requires me to think on my feet and avoid panic. [ Her last three professions have had that in common, actually. ] Not exactly at this level, but the practice helps.

[ It's definitely a much more gentle kidnapping than the last couple she's been through. ]

Captain. Am I right in assuming law enforcement or military? [ Ship captains, sports captains would have different callous patterns on their hands. His say he has extensive practice with a weapon. Joan doesn't have enough information about other worlds' law enforcement or military rules to narrow it down more, but she's always been more the type to prefer communicating anyway. ]

[ There's only a moment of surprise at the bluntness to her question. She really is focused on all the important things, that's pleasant to see in a new arrival. ]

Military, actually. I'm a soldier with the Alliance to Restore the Republic. We, ah, if you see an orange symbol like a bird flying upwards in town or on someone, that's us. [ And he should probably get something to identify him as such. Kay bears their symbol on his shoulder, but since he doesn't have an uniform jacket here he has nothing to denote his affiliation. ]

Being in a profession which forces you to remain calm during a crisis is an advantage here, not just right after your arrival. What exactly do you do? [ Still feeding Clyde absent-mindedly, he sizes her up again. ]

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Spock has not made nearly as many observations. A consulting detective, he is not.

there there spock. you can be smart but not observant. it's ok.

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