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lostcarnival2017-01-03 08:50 am
thevictoriandetective) wrote in lostcarnival2017-01-03 08:50 am
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[OPEN] Sher-meleon
Who: Sherlock and you!
What: In which Sherlock gets turned into a chameleon for running away.
Where: Here and there
When: D33-D39
A. I'm not anyone's pet! (Sherlock's and Gon's Trailer)
There was a very colorful, small lizard sitting angrily on top of a table in the trailer. How could a chameleon be sitting angrily?
Yet somehow, it was.
Sherlock was not happy, and that was putting it lightly.
It had taken him an age to even get over here. Slow, methodical climbing and steps. For a man as impatient as he, it was nothing less than sheer agony. Not to mention the horror he was slowly trying to and failing to get over. He tried to run away from the Carnival, yes, but this-this in return for...this was impossible, improbable, and yet it happened. He wasn't even the least bit human save for his mind. And even that was filled with weird instincts.
He was a lizard. He thought he was upset before about his scales but this was a million, billion times worse. He was just this small little thing with weird eyes and a weird tail and--oh no.
Before he could stop himself his tongue shot out and snatched a fly out of midair. It crunched in his mouth a millisecond later. Worst of all, it tasted great to him.
AAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHH--
B. Lunchtime
There was a small greenish, red, and yellow chameleon slowly changing colors and sitting on top of a ladle next to the food for everyone.
Just staring, occasionally looking with one independent eye, then another. Every so often his tongue would shoot out and grab a fly.
He really liked flies okay?
C. I'm a man, blast it!
It was painstaking, but he did it. It literally took him several hours and a nap. But he did it. A pen in his mouth and a piece of paper. He began dragging the paper through the Carnival, wishing to show it to anyone who met him.
The note said:
I am Sherlock Holmes. I am not an ordinary chameleon. Please help.
PS. Do not pet me. I will bite.
D. Wildcard! Feel free to start any situation!
What: In which Sherlock gets turned into a chameleon for running away.
Where: Here and there
When: D33-D39
A. I'm not anyone's pet! (Sherlock's and Gon's Trailer)
There was a very colorful, small lizard sitting angrily on top of a table in the trailer. How could a chameleon be sitting angrily?
Yet somehow, it was.
Sherlock was not happy, and that was putting it lightly.
It had taken him an age to even get over here. Slow, methodical climbing and steps. For a man as impatient as he, it was nothing less than sheer agony. Not to mention the horror he was slowly trying to and failing to get over. He tried to run away from the Carnival, yes, but this-this in return for...this was impossible, improbable, and yet it happened. He wasn't even the least bit human save for his mind. And even that was filled with weird instincts.
He was a lizard. He thought he was upset before about his scales but this was a million, billion times worse. He was just this small little thing with weird eyes and a weird tail and--oh no.
Before he could stop himself his tongue shot out and snatched a fly out of midair. It crunched in his mouth a millisecond later. Worst of all, it tasted great to him.
AAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHH--
B. Lunchtime
There was a small greenish, red, and yellow chameleon slowly changing colors and sitting on top of a ladle next to the food for everyone.
Just staring, occasionally looking with one independent eye, then another. Every so often his tongue would shoot out and grab a fly.
He really liked flies okay?
C. I'm a man, blast it!
It was painstaking, but he did it. It literally took him several hours and a nap. But he did it. A pen in his mouth and a piece of paper. He began dragging the paper through the Carnival, wishing to show it to anyone who met him.
The note said:
I am Sherlock Holmes. I am not an ordinary chameleon. Please help.
PS. Do not pet me. I will bite.
D. Wildcard! Feel free to start any situation!
B
"Oh! Well hello, little one," She greets him. "This isn't a very good place for you to be right now, someone might think you're a pest! Why don't we get you outside in the fresh air?"
And here comes the giant hand again...!
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He can't move out of the way fast enough, and he drew back when the hand came back around the second time.
Sherlock attempted to bite down on the nearest finger to him.
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"Oof! Now that's not very nice! How am I supposed to get you to safety if you won't let me pick you up?"
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Weird bleating noise.
The lizard looked up at her and actually stick his tongue out, petulantly. Of course he couldn't unroll his whole tongue, but enough to make a point.
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"Now, now, no need to be scared," She says, lifting the ladle itself instead. "It may be noisy and hot in here, but I promise I'll take you and put you on a nice leaf!"
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No, he did not want to be taken out on a leaf. It took him ages to even get in here. Chameleons were infuriatingly slow. He made a face and tried to crawl off of the ladle, not caring if he fell.
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And now he's being taken to what looks like an empty bread basket. With a lid.
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No! Not that empty bread basket! Not with a lid!
He tried to scramble up her arm. And by scrambling, it was a very...very slow action. A chameleon was definitely not in any way fast at all.