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William Sherlock Scott Holmes ([personal profile] thevictoriandetective) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2016-12-17 10:09 pm

Defying Gravity [Open]

Who: Sherlock and YOU
What: In which Sherlock turns green and shiny
Where: Trailer #23, also everywhere else pretty much.
When: After he gets back from the Agent attack
Warnings: Some tiny bit of body horror



A.

Sherlock's annoyed, tired, and for once, entirely looking forward to a proper night's sleep. He wasn't fond of sleeping when he was on his cases, but this wasn't exactly a case, and he found the resistance to be overly dramatic and asked entirely too many questions. Of course he was going to go back, all in all it was interesting even if he was fairly neutral on the whole thing, plus he wanted to figure out how those annoying Agents ticked and play around more with what he could do, like the jumping thing. Still, he learned quite a bit and it wasn't a wash.

How many times has he 'logged in' this week? He couldn't count. He would have slept there overnight again but he wasn't entirely sure the Agents or the Resistance wouldn't somehow find and bother him again, so this was a more prudent action. He fell asleep on his bunk and passed out for twelve hours.

...

The next morning, for some reason, his shower just made him feel tremendously itchy all over. He sat uncomfortably on his bunk with fresh clothes, wondering if somehow he didn't catch bedbugs. With his enormous fluffy roommate he wouldn't be surprised if he brought fleas in or something...still, he tried to go about the rest of his day ignoring the growing uncomfortable itching. He had to get a shift over with first before he could go back to the Matrix, so he had a few hours to kill.

It was only getting worse. He knew it was far more than an ordinary ailment when he ripped off his coat and grabbed a random branch on the ground and tried desperately to scratch at the middle of his back. There wasn't any relief, maybe he should find some salve to--he looked down at where his fingernails were digging into his arm. They were scratching against something hard. Like plastic or a shell, and just as shiny. He peered at his forearm--it was red where he'd been scratching, but when holding it up to the light, it was like there was a pattern. And felt quite hard. And it was sort of iridescent. Green.

Blast. This was what they were talking about, weren't they? The changes. This was ridiculous, he couldn't--the greenish scales--scales, weren't they? That's what they were--were becoming more prominent. And quickly, too. Like he was watching a time-lapse video, the pattern, most green, some brown, some pale not unlike the color of his natural skin tone, were appearing. They linked together, like armor, dulling his sense of touch slightly, but not entirely. Almost like he was wearing a thin glove. Yet, oddly enough, felt more sensitive to temperature, than anything. The itch was disappearing with the arrival of the scales...which were now on his other hand, and he could feel a tickling sensation wash over his face and down his back...

"This cannot be happening." Sherlock didn't care if it was only for a year, this was completely unacceptable, he was human and the world wasn't supposed to work this way and magic was ridiculous and he had to get to a mirror RIGHT NOW--

--he raced back to the trailer he was living in, knocking some things over in his frantic rush and stumbling to the bathroom.

He would be lying if he didn't say his heart just stopped when he saw his reflection.

Scales. All over. Coupled with his fangs he didn't...look human anymore. His face structure remained the same, as it always had been, he was afraid that maybe he'd look even more horrific, but really, how much worse could it get?

He kicked off his shoes, and his feet were just like the rest of him. He could feel it, the way everything felt slightly dulled, the weird way that he could feel where the warmest spot in the room was but he couldn't feel the way clothes slid over the top of his scales.

Sherlock shakily made his way to his bunk and climbed in, and curled up under his big coat, wishing it was all just a dream.

B.

As much as he wished he could, he couldn't stay cooped up in the trailer forever.

It was stupid, he was being stupid. Why should his appearance matter? Only vain idiots would be bothered by this.

Apparently he was a vain idiot then. He spent twenty minutes fixing his hair before going out but there was really no way he could make looking like this any better so he gave up.

A year. He could get through this. Only a year. The fact that he'd just gotten here and he'd have to spend a tremendously long time like this was...not ideal, but logically, it shouldn't matter about what he looked like. It wouldn't affect his work, not really, and the teeth thing was helpful in opening up difficult bags of chips.

Memories of being bullied horribly in school for being different flashed through his mind as he pulled his coat collar up, tried not to meet anyone's eye, and trudged along the path to do his job and maybe get some food.

[OOC: Until I can get some proper art up, imagine he looks something like this without the headfins or this
otoko: (:0)

A

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-18 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Being Sherlock's trailermate, there are certain things he tends to notice. (other than mysteriously appearing objects of questionable origin in the fridge)

One such thing is...there appears to be a lump where Sherlock is, on the top bunk.

...Hmm.
] ...Are you cold? [He could always fetch a spare blanket if the guy is that desperate...]
betheman: (n o)

He's too polite to ask why they're green. also 'changes' is basically the obvs answer so EH

[personal profile] betheman 2016-12-19 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Well he's not really buying it...but, he can do something at least, as much as it'll be absolutely HORRIBLE for him.

And that is go toward the thermostat, and crank it up.
] Very well. In that case, if an increase in temperature irritates you, you may lower this again later on.

Otherwise, this should be fine until you have a proper extra blanket.

[...He surely can't have missed all the green, right? Right?]
otoko: (-3- hrmnnnnn)

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-19 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmn! I, the man Gongenzaka, have trained in frigid cold, and blistering heat.

Even if it becomes 'too much', I shall remain steadfast..! [In other words it totally is bUT SHUT UP SHERLOCK HE'S FINE..........]
betheman: (u fkin kiddin me m8)

[personal profile] betheman 2016-12-20 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Hm! I, the man Gongenzaka, have spent hours in saunas far hotter than this, [he assures the other.] Believe me when I say, this is not a matter of pride that I take this.

[As it is.] Investing in thicker blankets may well benefit you, however, if you feel the need for a heater such as that...

[...Still no scale comment.]
otoko: (-3- hrmnnnnn)

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-21 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[To that, he raises an eyebrow.] 'Should' I?

It is far from my place to comment on the changes this place brings, most particularly since they come to everyone here as it is.
otoko: (HRMMNN =3=)

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Whether that is the case or not, it is rude to comment on the visage of another-most particularly one that the other does not wish to talk of, is it not?
otoko: (:0)

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-21 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
You are not me. And, I, the man Gongenzaka, am not you, after all.

We each handle matters in our own way..!
otoko: (-3- hrmnnnnn)

Fun Fact; apparently it's rude in Japan to say 'you're welcome' to certain things...

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-22 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[[OOC - Apparently it makes you sound Prideful]]

There is no need. [DAMN HIS HONOR AND THE SIDE EFFECT OF NEVER SAYING 'YOU'RE WELCOME'-] However...

[Mmm.] It would be wise to put a request in to the resident tailor as well, for warmer clothing.
otoko: (-3- hrmnnnnn)

IT WOULD BE -DISHONORABLE- TO ADMIT SUCH PRIDE!!

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-23 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
HMM!

So long as you do not allow it to reach the level of our warden...
otoko: (-3- hrmnnnnn)

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-26 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmnn...while he at the very least does his job, when it comes to less 'obligate' tasks, such as infestation matters during location visits...

...he typically prefers to sit out and nap.

[It........can be annoying.]
otoko: (-3- hrmnnnnn)

[personal profile] otoko 2016-12-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmm...as I said, when it comes to severe matters, more directly tied to his position, he moves quite swiftly...

...but when it comes to handling an over-abundance of soot sprites, or similar, it 'isn't worth it', apparently.

[It's. Annoying.]