[Intro Post]

[no_motherhen]

The new house is ... Nice. Watson is still getting used to the general silence (at times he wakes up at peculiar hours, concerned he's not hearing a violin). But he's happy to be married, even if now and then he misses the old life. No time to think about it, though, as he's got a lot of new patients to sort through. Holding some notes in his

Comments

[bwahahabeetle]

Ted has been poking around, getting his bearings. He's still not sure where he is -- whether or not it's an alternate universe, some kind of magic, or a hallucination.

"Uh, no one named Mary here," he calls up to the new arrival. "Unless that's the name of the really creepy lady I ran into when I got here, but she didn't seem like a Mary."

[no_motherhen]

At first when he hears the male voice, he expects to see someone else entirely. He continues to expect it until he's absolutely certain that he's never seen this man before.

"Mary certainly isn't a really creepy lady, as you so eloquently put it ..." he murmurs. Then, louder, "Who are you, then?"

[bwahahabeetle]

For his part, Ted is studying Watson curiously. "I'm, uh, Ted Kord. And I'm apparently the only one here, aside from you. Who are you?"

He heads a little closer to the stairway, looking bemused. Thankfully, there had been a change of clothes in the room he'd found, so he wasn't in the Beetle costume. Way to make an awesome first impression there, Teddy.

[no_motherhen]

Don't worry, Ted, Watson's doing his fair share of people-studying with you, too.

"Watson." First names are, at this point, irrelevant, and should there be something sinister afoot, Watson intends on keeping himself as closed as possible. "No one here apart from the two of us and the lady you ran into, you mean."

Then, the big question. "And where exactly are we?"

[theother_mother]

The other mother smiles sweetly. "Mary is in the parlour, dear. I'll call for you when supper is ready, shall I?"

[no_motherhen]

Watson's suspicions start flaring mildly in the back of his mind. New staff? They couldn't afford it - and there's something ... Distressing about this woman.

"Yes. That would be lovely, thank you," he says with an air of politeness. "And where would I find the parlour?"

He doesn't believe Mary's there.

[theother_mother]

"Just where it is in your other house," she says, as if it ought to be obvious. And then, like a reminder, "Down the hall and to the left."

If Watson goes to the parlour he will certainly find someone very like Mary, though perhaps a bit too pale, and with black buttons for eyes.

[no_motherhen]

"I see." He'll pass the parlour for now, but keeps it on his to-do list. Perhaps when he's feeling slightly less threatened.

"Out of curiosity, where exactly do I find myself?"