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time travel meme

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.

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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?

[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?]

[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.

[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.

[John gives him an uncertain look. He shouldn't just pass a civilian stranger a gun. But this man is out of his element and he is British. It's not likely he's one of the enemy.

John nods and offers his handgun.]

Do try and keep your head down?

[He goes to the fortified wall and picks up the rifle that was dropped by one of the soldiers. That soldier is dead, but the gun is still of use.]

[John is just going to give Sherlock the Browning? Sherlock just gives a tight smile.]

I've become a bit of an expert the past year, one might say.

[He'd not had much interest in time travel literature. Paying attention might have assisted him now.]

You're not the only one.

[John fires a few shots from the rifle to keep the enemies at bay. He can hear the aircraft heading in at least. It won't be long now.]

[Sherlock weighs the Browning in his hand, sliding the last two bullets into the firing chamber. Out of the corner of his left eye - likely John's blind spot, he spots the enemy - or most likely the enemy. Considering he's aiming his gun at John, it's not a difficult deduction.
Sherlock fires, coldly. As though he's not just a civilian. Which - he isn't. Exactly. Considering he's been outsmarting a criminal network for eighteen months, he's almost desensitized to it.]

Clearly.

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[John turns to look, stunned for a moment and then looks to Sherlock.]

Thanks.

[He's definitely surprised a civilian can shoot like that. Finally the aircraft goes overhead. A series of explosions hit the enemy. A chopper then comes in and the doors open, waving everyone inside. John gets up and turns to Sherlock.]

Come on!

[Sherlock sighs, then turns to follow, trudging through the soft sand, trying to ignore it as it grits in his eyes. He finds that he's watching John's face closely - and yes - John seems very alive - it is strange to see the Army Doctor in action. He made judgement, deductions, but it's a bit strange to see them taking place.

He needs to get back, to reproduce his experiment.]

[Everyone piles into the chopper and is seated. The door is shut and the chopper takes off to return to base. Everyone is calming down slowly, though they're obviously still on edge. A few are giving Sherlock wary stares.

John reaches out a hand for the gun.]

Thanks. I'll take that. What's your name?

[Sherlock almost says it without thinking.]

Norman. Norman Sigerson, I'm an explorer - a scientist, one might say. Although I'm trained in the martial arts and other skills.

[He's adjusted to the cover story, almost so much that he believes it. He sees the others watching him warily. Sherlock isn't one for politics or sentiment, choosing to leave that to his brother, but he does know it may be best if he indicates something of his loyalty.]

God save the Queen.

[John holsters his weapon. The others repeat the phrase automatically, including John.]

God save the Queen.

[It's a pretty quiet flight back to the base camp. It's a small outpost, so there's not much to see. Once off the chopper, John motions for Sherlock to follow him to one of the tents.]

We're only here temporarily to get some men into the region. You're a long way from home, Norman. Not exactly the safest place to go exploring.

[Good. He's not the enemy now. That's important in his business to have allies - or at least, people who won't kill you within a minute's notice.]

I haven't been in London for a long while. I'll need to reconstruct my experiment to return home, anyway.

I'll need a series of beakers and a sulfur-hydrogen combination.

[No, Sherlock. You know you can't stay with him. He doesn't even know you, and you don't know how any of this works.]

Your experiment? Don't you think you should focus on getting back to London first?

[John knew this guy was nuts. Of all the places to run experiments, a war zone isn't one of them.]

This is the endpoint. It's only logical that the experiment be reconstructed in the fact that it should take one from point B and return them to point A - the point of origin.

Tricky business, time travel.
[Never done it before.]

Returning to London would be pointless. Quite literally - I was in the Swiss Alps at the time of the experiment.
[Least of which Mycroft would never let him hear the end of it and of his contributions to the field of science.]

Time travel?

[Now John was giving him funny looks.]

Are you mad? I guess you'd have to be to wander around out here with no provisions. Not to mention the time travel talk.

I am not mad - well, not any more than the average genius.
[He smirks and begins to try and search for suitable things for his experiment, opening an additional pack and looking for some thing that might serve as a beaker.]

I didn't mean to travel in time, John. I was just trying to keep myself occupied.

[He's falling right into the same old life. Strange how John can do that.]

Oh sure, so you accidentally traveled through time. Brilliant.

[This felt a little too comfortable for some reason.]

Look, I don't want you to cause any trouble. We really can't spend the manpower to have someone watch you.

Yes. Accidentally. Obvious.

[John hadn't noticed that he used his name, well. That was good, he supposed.]

Captain, my brother already has taken it upon himself to use manpower for my personal babysitting. I'm well-capable of taking care of myself.

If you'd rather put my skills to use in the mess, then - well -[He shrugs and spreads his hands a little.] At Her Majesty's service.

[The use of his name wasn't noticed, perhaps since he's so wrapped up in the situation.]

Make use of the facilities. Just try to keep out of the way.

I have some reports to handle. You can make yourself comfortable here. You'll share my tent in the meantime.

[It'll be easier for John to keep an eye on him that way.]

[A nod.] Yes, sir.

[People don't just offer to let him stay in their residence. He has to have money for a hostel or sleep in the street on occasion. They aren't by default generous.]

Thank you.
[It's sincere, anyway.]

[John smiles a little.]

There's an attached water pump for a shower. Clean up and get some rest.

[No rest for the Captain, though. Always more to do.]

I'll bring you something to eat soon as this business is taken care of.

[John will leave Sherlock to his own devices for a time. Sherlock could always behave himself or go poking around the camp. Either way, the sun has gone down when John makes his return.]

[Sherlock is curled up, in a clean pair of someone donated civilian clothes, a bit too large, but - they'll do.

His curls tangle in a mess, and he's scribbling in a notebook, trying to remember the exact schematics of his experiment. He tears off the page and hands it to John.]

I'll need these.

[John is carrying two trays of covered food. Hardly gourmet, but it's a hot meal and that's what counts. He sets the trays down on the small table and takes the list to look it over.

At first, he gives Sherlock an uncertain look but then nods.]

I won't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do. I think we have most of this in the medical tent. Not sure what good this'll do you.

[It's just a bunch of odds and ends. If John thought they'd actually combine to something dangerous, he wouldn't allow it.]

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