time travel meme

[socksonfeets]

THE TIME-TRAVEL MEME


Somehow, someway, you've mastered time travel! Well done, genius. Maybe it was accidental, maybe you knew exactly what you were doing all along, perhaps you've even been at it a while!

How to play
① Tag in with your name/series/date. The latter should be from your character's perspective! For example, Jane Doe/That Oldie Zombie Series/1945
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)


Scenarios

① Trapped. Something doesn't seem to be quite right with the machine anymore ...
② Long Lost Lovers. You're back in their arms and nothing can separate you, not even time and space itself.
③ War. You've arrived in the middle of a fight/battlefield. Unless you intended for it to happen, this isn't looking so good.
④ Sickness. Did that person mention the Black Death?! Better find your friend and get out of the Dark Ages before you start coughing.
⑤ Party. Lucky you! There's a hootnanny going down in the past/future and it looks like you're just in time to grab a drink.
⑥ Missing. They stole your first time machine, but now you've built another and the chase is on!
⑦ Date Night. Nothing says 'oh, Mr. Darcy, oh!' like a romantic blast into the past or a frolic into the future. Whichever historical event is going on around you now, however amazing, it's all foreplay in the grand scheme of things.
⑧ Lost. It's years ahead of the times for one of you, but things seem normal enough to the other person.
⑨ You Dun Fucked Up, Kid. Which year is it? Which world is this, for that matter? Shit. Looks like you didn't just build a time machine, you're in a whole other universe ... !
⑩ Roller's Choice. Pick your own.

Comments

[you_dont_work_alone]

[Was actually thinking an Afghanistan one for this meme would be cool! Do you want to start or do you want me to? :D]

[improbably_true]

[Go right ahead if you like :)]

hrm i can redo if this doesn't work for you!

[you_dont_work_alone]

[How did Sherlock end up in Afghanistan? Probably made friends with a 'doctor' or something. Anyway, the reason for it isn't important. Sherlock is there, and the first thing he hears is someone shouting:]

GET DOWN!

[An explosion is heard and a smattering of gunfire.]

It's something I can work with - we're good.

[improbably_true]

[He was quite sure he added the sulfur and the hydrogen correctly, backing up in due course, and there was a bright flash - and, quite obviously he was in new surroundings.

Gunfire, lots of it, including a shout of GET DOWN which he really didn't need to be told, but he did - simply out of the fact that he was not wearing his coat or his bulletproof vest and it simply made sense.]

[[ooc: now does John know it's Sherlock?]]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[Another series of explosions is heard. There's several men in brown fatigues crouched down behind a barrier they've set up. It looks like the troops are holding their position at the side of a hill. Below, the hostiles are exchanging machine gun fire.]

You there!

[That was a familiar voice. A very surprised and angry looking Captain Watson heads in Sherlock's direction.]

What the hell are you doing here! Are you with the press?

[improbably_true]

[As Sherlock becomes less disoriented by the gunfire, he notes John - younger, no limp, no tremble in his fingers. Captain.

Fuck. What had that experiment done? He has to swallow - dry. Desert, then. Lovely.]

I was attempting an experiment at a-ah - teleport. So, no. I am not with the press.

[Because that most certainly was the result. It won't matter anyway. He wouldn't touch the press with a long-pole after getting mauled by them in such a manner. Not that he cared that much about editorials. He offers an awkward salute.]

Sir.

[Unlike the Sherlock that John will meet, Sherlock is dressed in a ragged t-shirt, and torn jeans. Normally when he's "on the street" he wears all-black, or is disguised as a homeless person. His hair is ginger at present, though the dark roots are beginning to show.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John looks at Sherlock as though he might be insane. An experiment?]

What?

[He shakes his head.]

Nevermind. Come with me.

[He gestures for Sherlock to follow. John leads him into a bunker in the hillside. It looks like it belonged to the enemy, but now John's unit is pinned down there.]

You're to stay in here, understand?

[improbably_true]

[Sherlock, stay in one place? John, you are very funny - probably evidence of the amusement is on his face, which he tries to keep innocent and calm, sitting on the dirt floor.]

I won't get myself into trouble.

[Sherlock really has no idea how time-travel works - other than the fact that he does need to return. Somehow. Same chemical compound. And no he didn't promise that he would stay there - he's already seen the spare fatigues and probably the spare weapons.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John doesn't look like he really believes the man, but he nods.]

"Captain!" A soldier shouts as he comes running in holding a radio.

John turns to him, "Did you manage to get through?"

"Yes, an airstrike is on the way. We just have to--."

[There's a shout from outside and another explosion. Both John and the soldier rush to the exit. Just as they do, a grenade is tossed into the entrance of the bunker.]

[improbably_true]

[There's no time to grab the fatigues. Within the bunker the explosion would be contained, and therefore safest outdoors.

Sherlock just grabs the nearest thing - gun probably isn't even loaded and scrambles out of the door.

That definitely didn't sound good.

There's firing going on, chaos again - sensory overload, and the sand gritted between his teeth doesn't help. The explosion behind him causes him to be thrown forward.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

Grenade!

[The soldier manages to shout right before the explosion goes off. All men do what they can to avoid it but everyone goes flying.

John hits the ground next to Sherlock. Though disoriented, he manages to see as a hostile comes over the hill with a rifle in hand. John draws his pistol and fires two shots that sends the enemy to the ground.

John groans weakly and turns over.]

Are you alright?

[improbably_true]

[Sherlock spits the sand out of his mouth rubbing his ringing ears. He frowns a little at the garbled question, not completely understanding the meaning then looks at John with a bit of concern, checking him over. It does take a bit for the ringing from the explosion to leave.]

Are you alright?

[He's been in fights before - hand-fighting - dependent on speed and skill, not necessarily accuracy. This - there is too many variables, too much sand...he supposes the stimulation of the fight itself is good, but - he can't completely understand why John would miss it. John isn't hurt is he?]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[He nods a bit and tries to get to his feet. Once up, he reaches to help Sherlock up as well.]

Just hang in there a bit longer. The strike is on the way.

[improbably_true]

[Getting up isn't that difficult, it's navigating in the sand that is. Since he can hear a bit better now, he can understand a bit more.]

The bunker's probably caved in - and some of your spares were in there.

[Sherlock can't say he likes what's going on. But it's better than it was, sitting in the hotel flat, doing an experiment, and surveillance. Mostly he doesn't like the fact that John just thinks he can sit back and watch which he is not going to do.]

I can shoot, you know.

looping thread :)

[improbably_true]

[Another shrug. He scribbles more in his notebook, smirking a little.]

Lucky guess. The way you don't flinch at enemy fire - well I suppose you could chalk it up to the fact all commanders should - but. You're calmest under fire.

/nods :)

[you_dont_work_alone]

It's what I'm trained for.

[But John knows he keeps a cool head when others can't.]

Eat your meal. We don't waste food around here.

[John picks up a few things to change in to and disappears behind the flap where the shower would be.]

Re: /nods :)

[improbably_true]

[Sherlock just shakes his head and takes a bite, rolling his eyes a little.]

Eating is distracting.

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John leaves the man to his own devices for a short time as he showers and gets dressed. When he's done he steps out with a towel and rubs at his hair.]

I've got an extra cot you can use.

[improbably_true]

[Still looking at his notes.]

Still going to insist I sleep, then? John, I've told you - I don't sleep. Sleep is -

[He waves his hand, realizing what he's said. He shuts the notebook.]

Nevermind. Thank you.

[you_dont_work_alone]

[He pauses then.]

I'm sorry, but.. have we met? You're very familiar with me.

I mean, first my name and then there's little things like that just now.

I'm not sure how to explain it.

[improbably_true]

[He sighs. Sherlock has never really had regard for laws of the stars or gravity.]

Isn't it obvious?

[you_dont_work_alone]

No, it isn't.

[John takes a seat at the table and uncovers his meal.]

[improbably_true]

Well, you haven't met me yet. Obviously.

[And I suppose I break your heart. Or maybe you break mine. Sherlock takes another small bite.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

Right. The.. time travel thing.

[Nope, John doesn't sound like he believes it at all. He takes a bite of his meal and chews.]

How exactly do we meet?

[improbably_true]

At St. Barts.

[Sherlock isn't sure how much to tell John. We're best friends.]

I don't suppose that it's right I tell you.