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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. ]
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. ]