In a new light

[thevictoriandetective]

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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[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock glances up from his seat, seeing both the heat from the kitchen trailing away from Jimmy, and Jimmy himself. He radiated the same orangeish glow that most everyone else did. Except himself, for that matter. If he looked down, he barely showed up as a faint yellow and green, and his hands scarcely gave off any color at all. If he was in the sun, it'd probably be a different story. But he was actually at quite a comfortable temperature for himself.

"Not dead," he said cheekily as Jimmy approached. "Or not a nullified slug, anyway."

Yes, he knew he shouldn't have taken those hits for Gon, but he couldn't help himself. He knew he was a reckless idiot. That moment when he disappeared for the last time as his third life was taken well...that was a bit harrowing, to be honest.

[empty_vessel]

"That's both good to see, and a pleasant surprise." Jimmy likes Sherlock, but he would not have been surprised at all to see Sherlock's longcoat in a pile with a little, scaly, green Null in the middle because Sherlock got himself blown up.

But Sherlock hasn't been nulled, and Jimmy sets his tub on another table and slips into the seat opposite. "You're looking....." He trails off upon noticing the new heat pits. "... Those don't hurt, do they? They look kind of uncomfortable." No offense, but when your friend has suddenly sprouted new holes in his face, you're allowed to be a little concerned.

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock wouldn't have been surprised, either, but being a little digital slug sounded dreadfully dull.

The detective paused, mid-devouring of a chip that still radiated heat. Those? He reached down to pick up a spoon and look in the back of it to check his reflection. In this Carnival, that was never a good sign when someone said what Jimmy just said.

"Oh, those," he breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw the heat pits, and placed the spoon down. They didn't look so bad. He wasn't exactly...sure...what they were, not knowing all that much about lizards and snakes, ironically. He certainly wasn't a expert, and pretty much all he knew was from firsthand experience.

"No, I didn't even feel them show up."

[empty_vessel]

"That's good. They look kind of.." Jimmy trails off, still staring at the heat pits. Sherlock has holes in his face now, and it's going to take a while to get used to it. ".... painful." It probably won't be a big deal, but they were definitely attention getting.

"It's good to see you as you again, rather than the tree spider thing. Though... I've got to admit, the spider bit did suit you. You're very much a plots within plots within plots kind of person, in my opinion." Sherlock seems to be one of those 'High intelligence, low common sense' types, and Jimmy would not be surprised in the slightest if Sherlock set himself on fire and claimed it was in the name of science or a case later, when everyone was glaring at him in the burn unit.

[thevictoriandetective]

He kindness of Jimmy's concern wasn't lost on Sherlock, and his face softened. Well, as much as a snake-face could, anyway.

"Fortunately they were not." The words 'thanks for your concern' were left in the air as subtext.

"Ah," a smirk. "Despite it all, that was rather fun. It was kind of nice having multiple arms and legs and being able to climb up walls, by the tree on my back was a bit annoying. Got in the way a bit." He brightened at that description. He was a sucker for flattery and that certainly did it for him.

"Yes, well...I believe so too. Though I found your form to be fairly hilarious." Sorry, Jimmy. Sherlock snorted and started giggling again.

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy glares at Sherlock a little before shaking his head. "I was tarted up more than a bakery display case. It was completely ridiculous." He sighs, tipping his head back and staring up at the ceiling for a moment. "And the worst bit was that it was.. Professionally offensive. Is that a thing? Nevermind. If it isn't, I'm making it a thing."

"It's like... 'Sex sells' will only get you so far. And having models like that in the game will cost you sales. Some won't buy because of the violence, some won't buy because there's magic and demons... Though, granted, that's a fringe element. And some won't buy because you've got slave girls in metal bikinis all over the place." He sighs, shaking his head. "Assuming it's a new game, anyway. It could be a few years old and somebody dug it up for kicks."