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lostcarnival2016-12-12 12:11 pm
thevictoriandetective) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-12 12:11 pm
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The Empty Hearse--er, trailer.
Who: Sherlock and Gongenzaka
What: New roomies
Where: Their trailer
When: Some time before the Matrix
Honestly, Sherlock thought that he'd just lucked out with this trailer. He, being the kind of person that thought tea just 'happened' in the morning when it was his landlady making it for him before he got up, thought that the rather large and spacious size of his trailer was for no reason at all.
Yes, he was a genius.
And yes, he was also spectacularly thick sometimes.
Sherlock had very little belongs on his person, yet somehow he'd managed to acquire a bevy of useless items, books, and junk in the extremely short time he'd been in the Carnival.
There was a knife stabbed into the wall with some papers, leaves tacked on a piece of cardboard as he was trying to deterimine what made up the woods outside of the Carnival, various advertisements and pamphlets tacked up on the wall and scribbled bits of paper here and there with a red string leading from one thing to another, as he was trying to figure out how everything worked here. Normally that sort of analysis would be for murders, but there was a disappointing lack of such.
A few bees in a jar buzzed on a table, he would let them out after he was done cataloging them. A lone beetle crawled on a pile of trash in the corner.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was lying flat on his bunk, his fingertips pressed underneath his chin as he mused in his Mind Palace. Sorting the day's events in his memories.
What: New roomies
Where: Their trailer
When: Some time before the Matrix
Honestly, Sherlock thought that he'd just lucked out with this trailer. He, being the kind of person that thought tea just 'happened' in the morning when it was his landlady making it for him before he got up, thought that the rather large and spacious size of his trailer was for no reason at all.
Yes, he was a genius.
And yes, he was also spectacularly thick sometimes.
Sherlock had very little belongs on his person, yet somehow he'd managed to acquire a bevy of useless items, books, and junk in the extremely short time he'd been in the Carnival.
There was a knife stabbed into the wall with some papers, leaves tacked on a piece of cardboard as he was trying to deterimine what made up the woods outside of the Carnival, various advertisements and pamphlets tacked up on the wall and scribbled bits of paper here and there with a red string leading from one thing to another, as he was trying to figure out how everything worked here. Normally that sort of analysis would be for murders, but there was a disappointing lack of such.
A few bees in a jar buzzed on a table, he would let them out after he was done cataloging them. A lone beetle crawled on a pile of trash in the corner.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was lying flat on his bunk, his fingertips pressed underneath his chin as he mused in his Mind Palace. Sorting the day's events in his memories.
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And all of these things fit rather nicely into a bag he had them returned to him in.
The fact was, revival made things difficult. He had to relearn how to walk, relearn various matters of cleaning, things for sitting, sleeping, etc etc...for the purposes of such things? Tent. A nice 'hotel' stay in a tent for a couple of days until he figured it all out, with his work shifts as 'patrol' only happening because he insisted.
With everything under his belt however, he was ready. He'd passed by the trailer once-just to make sure he knew where it was. And now, he was coming for good, ready to set up his mail slot, ready to greet whoever it was he would be sharing with...he knocks on the trailer door, and politely waits to hear if anyone is inside.
After all, it would be rather rude to barge in otherwise.]
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S'open!
[Sherlock was too lazy to bother going to answer the door, plus he had a very poor sense of self-preservation and neglected to lock it. Not like there was anything to steal, most of the things lying around were just...junk.
Treasures to him, in a way, but literal garbage to everyone else probably.]
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Gongenzaka jumps, and actually stiffens as he opens the door-his eyes meet with junk, junk, junk...knives in walls....papers...and as he peers into the trailer and steps in to look toward the bunks?] Auh!
You are to be my roommate then?!
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What!?
[Sherlock jumps out of the bunk and gapes at the enormous fluffy figure.]
No. You can't...there's a mistake! Clerical error!
[That explained why everything was so big!]
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He frowns, crossing his arms as he comes further into the trailer to shut the door behind him.]
I, the man Gongenzaka, fail to see how this, [he notes, gesturing about him,] is 'clerical error'.
Unless you feel you need such spacious hallways.
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I like the extra room. Now there's going to be no room! Fantastic! And I bet your fur is gonna get everywhere too!
[Sherlock you've created a bigger mess on your own...]
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You have only been here a matter of days, have you not?
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[Slightly embarassed, he kicked a box of newspapers under the bunk to hide them.]
How am I to be expected to share living space with a...a...I don't even know what you are. Can't you stay outside or something? You'd probably like it better.
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If you truly have qualms with this arrangement, then you may bring this to the Ringmaster!
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[Hmm. Maybe he would. He had a bone to pick with them anyway. But there was also the off chance he'd be turned into a newt.
He didn't want to be a newt.]
Hmph.
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As it is, you seem to have an impressive habit for accusing me of things you yourself have come dangerously close to succeeding at.
[Mister KNIFE IN THE WALL.]
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I'm absolutely the worst person in the world to live with, you can ask my former roommate, or my brother, or my parents...you'll be running out of here in no time.
[Sherlock once left a severed head in the fridge. It didn't drive away John, but it gave him a good scare.
No where to find a severed head...]
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As for running out of here, this trailer was specifically noted as suitable for my own changes, so I, the man Gongenzaka, will not be spitting upon those efforts. I am here to stay.
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Fine. I doubt you'll last the week. Good luck.
[Prepare for gristly experiments!]
sobs he's in for so much,,,
GOOD LUCK INDEED