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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!
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Don't ask how he got it. Plus it isn't too bloody, so yay?
Can chameleons laugh? Probably not, but this one's grinning.]
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wait] ....Where did you get this...we are visiting a digitized realm, you cannot bring anything back...
[Suddenly he has reason to be Alarmingly Suspicious again.]
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[The chameleon shrugs, and just grins at him again. Good luck with your roommate. He's probably not a serial killer in his original realm. Probably.]
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Or anything about this really. He merely closes the fridge, very slowly.]
....You will need to feed yourself today, as a note.
[This is his form of Vengeance.
The TRUTH]
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Honestly.
Okay. Fine.
The detective-chameleon stuck his tongue out towards a nearby buzzing fly. He snapped it up with a crunch when his tongue retracted and glared at Gon.]
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Well that happened.] .................I, the man Gongenzaka, shall have to find a source of those soon I suppose...
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The flies tasted really good, Gon. Let the trash fester for a little longer, please and thanks.
The question was, were those flies because of Sherlock's messiness?
Who knew?]