Llewellyn Watts

Checking out the list of persons of interest was turning out to be about as fruitful as their earlier canvassing of the gun stores. Which was to say, nothing anyone had to say was actually of any use.

Name after unhelpful name was crossed off, until-

( One more name... )

( Back at Station House Four... )

[ooc: NFI, NFB due to distance. Comments welcome. Bent, folded, spindled and mutilated from S15E23 & 24 of Murdoch Mysteries, Pay the Piper/Close Encounters & preplayed with the amazing hasaknightjob.]

Not having much experience with time travel (beyond the experience that brought him here, to this island), or even a general aptitude for mechanics, Watts felt more than a little out of his depth when it came to something like building a time machine. And he certainly wasn't equipped with the skills to fight whoever might be responsible for the island's current troubles.

Which left... patrolling the island, really, and keeping an eye out for any trouble.

With Steven on his arm, of course, because Steven was still capital-c Concerned and Watts both appreciated the company and also was able to acknowledge that if anything did attack, Steven would be far more able to fend them off than he would be. Still-

"This feels an awful lot like doing nothing," he admitted.

[ooc: for the beau! that marc took over for steven is NFB, everything else is fine for broadcast!]

This weekend had not been, by any stretch of the imagination, a good one. Well, there had been bright spots- Friday's lunch, for example. And taking the time to light candles in remembrance of his brothers yesterday afternoon. Hmmm, wonder what those two things had in common.

Yesterday evening, however, had seen him attempting to drown his sorrows in drink, an activity that had resulted in being escorted home by one Mr. Marc Spector.

He'd fallen asleep mostly clothed, only managing to get his shoes, jacket, and waistcoat off before apparently deciding the rest was too much trouble. When he woke, it was to find a glass of water and some Asprin on the bedside table, along with a note in Marc's handwriting to call Steven.

He'd taken the painkillers, downed the rest of the water, changed into the sweats he'd 'borrowed' from Steven, and was pressing the 'call' button on his mobile telephone to take care of that final directive...

[ooc: that steven came over is fine for broadcast, conversational details NFB plz.]

Last night had been pleasant, if excessively glittery. Following the dance, Watts and Steven had checked in to the hotel and-

... Promptly fallen asleep. What?

Now it was morning, though, and the first hints of consciousness were beginning to filter through Watts's mind.

"Mrrph," he rolled over, instinctively reaching for where Steven ought to be. Except there was nobody there. Still mostly asleep, Watts started to dismiss that as oh, well, clearly Steven woke up first and is over by the desk making terrible hotel coffee-

"Steven woke up first"? Yeah, no. Steven was even less of a morning person than Watts himself was. Something was definitely wrong. Starting with the fact that this wasn't a hotel room at all, but his old apartment. Now fully awake- and concerned- Watts got dressed and started to look around in an effort to figure out just what the hell had gone on here.

His first stop was his mobile phone on the nightstand, which looked... older? He squinted at it, and then sighed and grabbed his glasses (which unlike his actual current phone had survived the transition) and squinted at it again: 2022-07-30, read the date.

"Twenty years," he muttered. "Criminy." That would place them at- what, a few months after they'd both arrived in Fandom? Maybe a month after they'd started dating? The lack of decoration in his apartment more or less confirmed the timing. Though he still wanted to know where the hell Steven had ended up, if not with him.

First stop? Across the hall, to Steven and Marc's apartment. Muscle memory had him fishing out his keyring even though they'd not lived in Fandom for years, but of course the key wasn't on the ring: they wouldn't be exchanging those for some time yet. So, knocking it was.

[ooc: for thems that live there! that watts headed over to visit is fine for broadcast, details of conversation NFB please.]