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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!
C
"Why would anyone pet a chameleon?" Lauren asks, leaning over to look from the note to the reptile. A small rat in poked it's nose out of his pocket and squeaked, he simply shook his head.
"It's fun to put furry things, they're soft."
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Outwardly, however, he turned an annoyed shade of orange. He doubted he'd get any help from this one and his rat.
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"Do you know why you have a note?"
The rat squeaks again, and Lauren looks briefly annoyed.
"I'm not asking you Stella, I'm asking the chameleon."
Jeez, what a noisy know-it-all she was.
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"This Carnival is full of idiots, everyone that reads this needs to go back to primary school, they'd probably fail out anyway. If it's not one thing, it's another. And I'm hungry. Why am always hungry!?"
A huffy annoyed sigh.
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"I mean, I can probably get some food for you from the kitchen."
That didn't really have anything to do with the note though.
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They really were, and the chameleon side of him made him feel quite comfortable with the fact. If he was fully human, however, he probably would not have been as amiable. But then again, this was a man that drank tea with an eyeball in it and called it 'surprisingly okay'.
Don't feel bad Lauren, he calls everyone an idiot.
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"So, how are you not an ordinary chameleon?"