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lostcarnival2017-04-22 05:58 pm
dontpokethat) wrote in lostcarnival2017-04-22 05:58 pm
MUSHI DISASTER
Who: Anyone and everyone; it’s a mingle-style log!
What: A sudden spike in the mushi population brings some trouble to the carnival.
When: Around day 87-90
Where: All around the carnival
Warnings: Illness, potentially some minor body horror, and so on
[Following the recent disappearance of Ginko and Tanyuu’s mushi repellent, there will be a sudden increase in the number of mushi in the carnival this week.
This is a mingle-style log, so just post a toplevel, tag out, and have fun with mushi disasters! Event information and questions are here.]
What: A sudden spike in the mushi population brings some trouble to the carnival.
When: Around day 87-90
Where: All around the carnival
Warnings: Illness, potentially some minor body horror, and so on
[Following the recent disappearance of Ginko and Tanyuu’s mushi repellent, there will be a sudden increase in the number of mushi in the carnival this week.
This is a mingle-style log, so just post a toplevel, tag out, and have fun with mushi disasters! Event information and questions are here.]
Sherlock | OTA (TW: Spider-related body horror, technical self-harm)
And yet, that still didn't prepare him for what was to happen next.
It started out as a pain in the neck, literally. He was walking, doing a cursory patrol near the trees with Toby (fairly pointless when there were no visitors but it was something to do with the dog, at least) when suddenly he felt something hard hit his neck, and then, just--pain. And--and lots of it!? It was awful, like something was digging into him.
"AGGHHHhhhhh--What--?!" He frantically tried to reach around his neck, but couldn't quite feel anything. In fact, now that he noticed, that terrible pain had ceased, fortunately. He tried reaching again but...he couldn't feel it. It slowly dawned on him that he couldn't quite feel anything. Not his hands, nor his feet, nor his long forked tongue, which was sticking out of his mouth stupidly because he simply didn't know it was there.
[A]
Sherlock stumbles clumsily into a more populated part of the Carnival, occasionally falling and very carefully picking himself up. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to walk without the sensation of touch, he had no sensation of his feet on the ground. He had to look down, to measure his strides. Toby was helping him, whining and crying worriedly, dashing between his legs and trying to guide him.
He'd given up on his tongue, which stuck out of the side of his mouth about a foot in length, like a ridiculous cartoon.
"I need help!" he said, slurring his words, fairly sure he was suffering from a serious medical condition.
And not the spider-like mushi clearly visible, burrowed halfway in the back of his neck.
[B]
Now that Sherlock knew what was wrong with him, and that there was absolutely nothing he could do until the mushi was sated and just fell off, he was currently doing experiments on his current condition.
In the cookhouse, away from prying eyes (though how soon his isolation was to remain, it was to be seen) he had a pot of hot water, a lighter, a bowl of ice, and a small knife.
It was obvious what he was trying to do.
First off, he plunged his hand in the ice water, fascinated that he couldn't feel a thing. He wondered what it would do to his reptile-like physiology, the longer he kept his clawed, webbed hand in there. After several minutes, he was starting to feel slightly sleepy, and his hand didn't quite respond to his commands. He pulled it from the ice bowl, it seemed a bit...frozen to the touch.
"Neat."
He placed his poor hand in between warm heated towels--unable to feel it, but he was certain it must be helping.
And now for the hot water...
... sherlock pls (B)
Yamato moves just in time to grab Sherlock's hand and stop him from dunking his hand into the hot water - it's hot enough that there's still steam rising from it.
"What are you doing?!"
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He blinked, like it was no big deal.
"Experimenting, of course. I can't feel pain, or...pretty much anything right now, and I wanted to see how extreme the effects were."
He had a crumpled notebook in his lap where he'd written down the results of the ice water.
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It's a good thing that Yamato's grip tightens before Sherlock's hand can fully slip out of his grasp, because he knows that Sherlock is going to attempt to dunk his hand into steaming hot water and even an idiot knows that it's going to be hot enough to cause burns, and he's not about to stand around and let Sherlock burn his hand off. Not even his best friend is dumb enough to do something like that even at his most delirious.
"You're going to burn yourself, are those effects not extreme enough for you?"
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Come on now, this was for science!
...though to be fair, John Watson would probably punch him out for even thinking about doing this. Good thing he wasn't here right now!
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Although, common sense probably wasn't all that common when it came to experimentation, clearly.
"Just because you don't feel pain doesn't mean that it's not going to fuck up the nerves in your hand?"
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And yes, he was extremely lacking in common sense.
"It wasn't going to be for very long," he said a bit lamely. "I was going to monitor it carefully. I'm not an idiot."
For a genius, he was totally an idiot.
"Besides, what if this lasts for a long time? What if it never goes away? I need to rest the extent of these effects." Not feeling anything, while amusing at first, was worrisome. And dangerous. Especially for someone as reckless as he.
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"Can't you just assume that nothing's changed? I mean, it's not like your tolerance has suddenly gone up, right? You just can't feel it." Logic, Sherlock. He may not be as good as you, but hey, the Japanese school system has drilled enough of it into him. Having to make sure Taichi didn't do Stupid Things also probably helped.
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Obviously, come on now. Anyone could see that!
Right?
Sherlock eyes the hot water again, but he doesn't make a move for it. He'd probably accidentally knock things over since he really couldn't tell where his limbs were at any given moment since he couldn't even feel pressure, and he didn't want to be responsible for pouring boiling water on anyone.]
[OOC: Embarassingly enough I missed that last typo, I meant 'test' not rest.]
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The sigh of relief that Yamato let out when he realised that Sherlock wasn't going to do anything with the hot water probably did give that away rather obviously, after all.
"And I mean, it would kind of suck if you hurt yourself and then couldn't resume whatever experimentation you were doing previously because you can't feel your hands anymore."
Come on, Sherlock. Don't do the thing.