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lostcarnival2017-02-16 07:16 am
thevictoriandetective) wrote in lostcarnival2017-02-16 07:16 am
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Sherly's back
Who: Sherlock and you
Where: Here, there, everywhere
When: D60/right before they get to the celebration
What: Who are you and what have you done with Sherlock
Warnings: BBC Sherlock Season 4 spoilers
He was just running through Rathbone Place and then...and then he was here. He was back.
The memories came rushing back, hitting him so hard he had to stop...he looked down at his hands, covered in green scales. No...it wasn't fair! It wasn't fair, he was home...it wasn't fair!
His debt wasn't paid in full yet. She'd just sent him home to...he frowned as he sighed and began to walk further into the Carnival. Had she known what would happen to him? The past year...Mary, John...Eurus...
The one hope that was he...he might be able to go back. Like Jimmy said. Change things. He bit his forked tongue. It would cost him if he tried. Could he bargain for such? That would make him have to stay here longer than a year.
But if he could save John and bring Rosie's mother back...
He would do anything.
*****
A. Trailer
Sherlock wandered back to his trailer, unsure of how long he'd been gone. It was difficult to tell, but at least they weren't underwater anymore.
"Gon?" he opened the door, wondering if he was in. Since he'd arrived, he noticed that his nails were becoming steadily longer and pointier. He scowled, holding a hand up to the light. Blast, more changes. Supposed that was inevitable, especially since he'd been gone.
Still. A look of sadness crossed his face. He wasn't going to be playing violin anytime soon.
Despite his reptilian facial features he seemed...different. More open, perhaps? The emotion on his face was more...exposed, maybe. He wasn't hiding it as much as before.
B. Cookhouse
Sherlock wandered into the cookhouse after some time, he'd taken a walk to sort through things and see if anything much has changed. It had been a year for him, but it didn't seem long at all, here. Weird. He remembered fairy tales vaguely, about strange time differences...but he much preferred pirate stories as a child.
A sad sort of smirk as he went to go grab a plate of food.
His new claws clinked against the plates, his blue eyes had changed too, becoming slitted, like a snake's. A slew of changes had hit him all at once since he'd arrived, the strangest included the rather odd disappearance of his ears. Lizards and snakes didn't have mammalian-type ears. Luckily it was mostly hidden by his hair but it was disconcerting. He could still hear, of course, it just felt...different. Hard to put his finger on.
Where: Here, there, everywhere
When: D60/right before they get to the celebration
What: Who are you and what have you done with Sherlock
Warnings: BBC Sherlock Season 4 spoilers
He was just running through Rathbone Place and then...and then he was here. He was back.
The memories came rushing back, hitting him so hard he had to stop...he looked down at his hands, covered in green scales. No...it wasn't fair! It wasn't fair, he was home...it wasn't fair!
His debt wasn't paid in full yet. She'd just sent him home to...he frowned as he sighed and began to walk further into the Carnival. Had she known what would happen to him? The past year...Mary, John...Eurus...
The one hope that was he...he might be able to go back. Like Jimmy said. Change things. He bit his forked tongue. It would cost him if he tried. Could he bargain for such? That would make him have to stay here longer than a year.
But if he could save John and bring Rosie's mother back...
He would do anything.
*****
A. Trailer
Sherlock wandered back to his trailer, unsure of how long he'd been gone. It was difficult to tell, but at least they weren't underwater anymore.
"Gon?" he opened the door, wondering if he was in. Since he'd arrived, he noticed that his nails were becoming steadily longer and pointier. He scowled, holding a hand up to the light. Blast, more changes. Supposed that was inevitable, especially since he'd been gone.
Still. A look of sadness crossed his face. He wasn't going to be playing violin anytime soon.
Despite his reptilian facial features he seemed...different. More open, perhaps? The emotion on his face was more...exposed, maybe. He wasn't hiding it as much as before.
B. Cookhouse
Sherlock wandered into the cookhouse after some time, he'd taken a walk to sort through things and see if anything much has changed. It had been a year for him, but it didn't seem long at all, here. Weird. He remembered fairy tales vaguely, about strange time differences...but he much preferred pirate stories as a child.
A sad sort of smirk as he went to go grab a plate of food.
His new claws clinked against the plates, his blue eyes had changed too, becoming slitted, like a snake's. A slew of changes had hit him all at once since he'd arrived, the strangest included the rather odd disappearance of his ears. Lizards and snakes didn't have mammalian-type ears. Luckily it was mostly hidden by his hair but it was disconcerting. He could still hear, of course, it just felt...different. Hard to put his finger on.