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William Sherlock Scott Holmes ([personal profile] thevictoriandetective) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-05-15 10:43 am

In a new light

Who: Sherlock and OPEN
What: New changes and video game munchies
When: Very late Day 97
Where: Cookhouse
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, suicide.



Dying made one hungry.

Sherlock was prone to being over dramatic, and would gladly tell anyone who inquired that yes, he was killed three times in the game and yes, for a second there he really thought he was going to end up nullified or actually dead. Being quite pleased that he wasn't a digital slug or dead, he found himself famished and in the mood for something dreadfully unhealthy and/or sweet.

Toby was exhausted and fell asleep back at the trailer (or was mad at him for thinking he really did die), so Sherlock was alone when he went to the Cookhouse.

He went to grab a basket of chips (fries) and a milkshake when it hit him. He'd noticed something strange with his vision when he came back, seeing faint blotches like if he'd looked in the sun for too long or something, but he assumed it had something to do with being in the game, some lingering side effect. He would only be worried if it remained for any length of time. What he didn't expect was a blast of orange and red when he looked into the kitchen.

He shut his eyes immediately, confused, and was shocked that he could still see it. He could see shapes of people, registering as different shades of red and orange, fading to yellow and green. The walls only mitigated some of it, he could see through them, too. It extended nearly as far as his natural vision, but faded into blank nothingness further on. It was heat. Obviously. He couldn't exactly see objects that didn't give off heat. But any heat residue left, was visible, like quickly fading handprints.

"Fascinating," he muttered, opening his eyes again. The effect was fainter coupled with his ordinary vision, giving a slight glow to anything that gave off heat. It was disorienting and off-putting and, quite frankly, neat.
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[personal profile] promnibusanctis 2017-05-23 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who knows," she said with a soft smile, "we're in a magic carnival. There are all sorts of possibilities." Helen was quiet for a long while, her touch and the way she'd leant against him almost conversation enough.

"Always hope," she finally murmured.

Always hope until the bitter end and fight and fight and fight.
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[personal profile] promnibusanctis 2017-05-24 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I generally do and often," Helen said quietly and then laughed just as quietly. "It's not so much your world that's the interesting part. It's how you relate to it, how you solve crimes and cases the way you do. I would be fascinated by you and by those who come into and out of your life in any world."

She closed her eyes.

"Just the one?" she asked softly. "That's a shame."