⇨ The Tourist Trap: PROLOGUE

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.

PORTLAND, AS YOU KNEW IT↴ The shift went unseen and unfelt. One moment you were one person, and the next, another. This before all that, though, in the new life that you remember living here in Portland. No memories of your true self have arisen yet, and at the time this was the only life you knew. Did these events truly happen at all? Or do they only exist in memory?

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In the Morgue - for Sherlock (just after Tamaki's death)

[puddingemote]

In the end, Tamaki had stubbornly decided to stay with his body instead of going with Sans and moving on. He'd watched as the other foster kid in his room woke up and started screaming, watched as his former foster parents got their story straight. They'd wanted to take Tamaki to the hospital, but he'd refused and violently pushed him away. Then he fell asleep, and they found him like this. A sad story of a kid too stubborn or stupid to receive help. He'd followed his body out with the coroner, and ridden in the car until they arrived here.

He looks around a bit before following his body into the morgue. So far, no one has noticed him, and he's not expecting it to be any different now.

[thevictoriandetective]

The morgue looks surprisingly lived-in. One section, not too far from the slabs and examination tables, was a desk with piled up with books, medical and crime related, and stacks of newspapers everywhere. A map hung on the wall with red string hanging off it.

And there, currently stitching up a body (heart-attack, 58, male) was Sherlock Holmes.

He really didn't look that much different than the body, so to speak.

He was tall and skinny, but 'bony' was probably the best way to describe him. His skin was a terrible ghastly gray, his cheekbones protruding like spikes, nearly, and the hollows of his cheeks shadowy and deep. His eyes were a dead milky white. There were traces of stitching on his skin, though he was mostly covered up amongst the white lab coat he wore over a surprisingly stylish button up shirt and slacks.

Obviously, he was a zombie. And actually quite used to fielding ghosts, it was fairly common.

"Just lay it over there," he didn't even look up when they came in with the body, and waved randomly at one of the steel examination tables with a clipboard hanging off the side. "I'll sign the paperwork later."

He doesn't acknowledge the ghost that came in, but he did see him. It was probably difficult to tell where he was looking, with the frosted nature of his eyes.

[puddingemote]

The man is definitely scary looking, and Tamaki pauses when he sees him, hanging back a bit. But eventually, the draw of his own body is too great, and he goes to it, looking down at himself, stiff and cold on the table. He barely looks like himself.

He looks back at Sherlock, feeling a little affronted. He's not an it, he's a person! A person who he keeps hoping isn't really dead. They'll realize he's just in a coma or something, and needs to go to the hospital.

"Hey. My name is Tamaki."

It sounds more like an argument than an introduction.