The Adventures of a Consulting Detective [OPEN]

[thevictoriandetective]

Who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
What: Getting used to this place...
When: Soon after he makes contract to just before the next performance
Where: Carnival Grounds
Warnings: None



A. If you eliminate the impossible...

Sherlock Holmes did not believe in magic, or anything remotely fantastical or out of this world.

Which was why he was having a very difficult time with the existence of the Carnival itself, the appearance of some of the denizens which he had chalked up to clever costuming, and the mere fact that he had somehow gotten himself tangled up in all of this and was now indebted to them and forced to work for a year and one day.

He kept repeating himself that this wasn't real, that this was just a mad dream.

However dreams didn't last this long or have enough logical consistency to mimic the real world for this long.

Sherlock wandered the grounds like a wraith, occasionally bursting out with angry deductions at any poor person that crossed his path.

B. ...whatever remains, however improbable...

Sherlock often deleted information deemed irrelevant or useless from his mind. He may have been told already at some point and forgotten it. Regardless, it was quite a shock to him when he was blearily grabbing a bite to eat and walking from his trailer to start his day, he bit down hard and yelped in surprise when he felt something painful jabbing in his lip.

Confused, he ran over to the nearest window and peered at what he'd bitten. No, it wasn't in his food. His eyes widened when he saw that his canines--both on the top of his mouth and the bottom--ended in sharp points and extended further than they should. Than any human's should.

Was...was he just seeing things?! He ran his tongue over the top and--ah. Yes, that was certainly real.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON!?"

C. ...must be the truth!

Patrol.

Well, it did sound like something fairly 'not boring', and would be right up his alley.

Didn't mean he was happy about it. He didn't like to be forced to do anything against his will.

Still, if this was truly the only way out, if he really had to compete his contract, then he'd have to.

Sherlock stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began his patrol.

D. Or something like that.

He'd be warned against trying to escape the Carnival, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to not try and see how far he could get.

Sherlock made sure that no one was following him, and he tried running into the woods that surrounded the Carnival.

Comments

D (1/2)

[wild_magic]

There may not have been anyone following him, but that didn't mean there weren't people in the woods already. After living their whole lives in the forest, it wasn't uncommon at all for Susan and Lauren to be in the woods surrounding the carnival when there weren't other things to be doing (and sometimes even when there were other things to be doing, especially for Susan). Not many other people seemed to go into the forest though, and so when Susan hears someone it catches his attention, and he goes closer to figure out what's going on.

When he sees it's someone he doesn't recognize (and he recognizes a lot of people by now, with how often he wanders around and pokes around just about every department), he wastes no time in approaching, an amused look on his face.

"What are you doing?"

D (2/2)

[mylastchance]

Lauren isn't far behind his brother, though he never looks quite as cheerful.

"Susan, don't be rude!"

Though this is the first time they've found another person walking around out here.

Re: D (2/2)

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock jumps half a mile when someone speaks to him. He's normally very aware of his surroundings and is usually doing the sneaking up on, but his nerves were already shot to pieces from this whole thing, and he was fully expecting to be attacked or something in these woods.

"What!? Wh...oh, er," he managed to try and give off the appearance that he looked like he knew what he was doing. "Just going for a walk."

Lies, of course. It was weird though, he felt he oddest pull, a difficulty in saying them.

[wild_magic]

Susan just ignores his brother's words to pay attention to Sherlock, laughing when he jumps in surprise. He wasn't trying to surprise him, but that didn't mean it wasn't funny when it happened.

"In the forest? Most people just walk around and look at things I thought, I've never seen other people come out here except me and Lauren." Not that it's a problem, or really something he puts any thought into, but it does make it more exciting and interesting, and make him want to keep talking to him.

[mylastchance]

OH MY GOD SUSAN STOP. Ignoring Lauren and laughing at people were both very rude things to do. He pulls his brother back by the hood of his cloak looking faintly annoyed.

"Maybe he wants to look at the trees."

[thevictoriandetective]

"Yeah, I'm just looking at the trees."

A wince, what was so hard about lying? He had a headache and felt so reluctant to. He shook his head to clear it.

"Do you two live here?"

[wild_magic]

He shoots Lauren a glare before turning back to Sherlock again, still ignoring his stupid brother. If Lauren doesn't want to talk to people that's fine but he can't stop him from doing it too!

"Here in the Carnival or here in the forest? 'Cause both are true, I guess, but we're really supposed to live in one of those trailers. The forest is better though."

C FOR COWORKERS??

[otoko]

[It's going to be very difficult to pass this off as 'costuming'. Gongenzaka takes his patrols seriously-though he does his best to be polite and greet most with a small smile and a nod, the minute anything goes down he is quick to sniff (literally) the perpetrator down. He's no genius-he's only in middle school to begin with after all-but he's certainly no fool, and with the taur form bringing him to a somewhat intimidating height of 7 foot, it could well be that the very fact that he's one of the ones patrolling at the moment keeping anything 'minor' from happening.

It's an off week anyway though-there aren't as many visitors to the grounds, right now.

Sherlock gives the air of someone with...Something on their mind, at least-and he gives a nod of greeting.]

Re: C FOR COWORKERS??

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock was still very new and very unused to this 'world' he'd found himself in. There was still a part of him that desperately wished it to be a dream. That magic wasn't real, that all of this was just technology and fancy costuming. The fact that he'd somehow developed fangs was really, really sort of destroying that theory.

Lost in thought and not really paying attention to anything other than his own spiraling foul mood and thoughts, he scarcely noticed somentimg extremely large and furry walking across his path, giving him a nod.

The detective paused, stopping in his tracks. He frowned, looking up, his eyes widening.]

What on earth are you!?

[betheman]

[Naturally, Gongenzaka has the best and most natural response one can have to such a question ready right away.] Mn-THAT-

[SPUTTERING.] Wh-What sort of question is that..!? I, the man Gongenzaka, am nothing more than myself..!

[OH IT'S HIM AGAIN.]

[thevictoriandetective]

[IT'S HIM.]

You--!?

[Sherlock's mouth drops open and he looks confused.]

But you're not even a man at all?

[betheman]

GH-

AGE IS NOT AN INDICATOR OF CHARACTER..!

[AGE IS THE LAST THING BEING QUESTIONED HERE DON'T MAKE IT A QUESTION]

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock blinks for a good ten seconds before managing to sputter--]

I wasn't talking about your age, I was talking about the fact you look like some mad children's show mascot! Wait, how old are you?

B

[waitingforplayer2]

"Oh. Are yours changing too?"

There's a girl wearing a hoodie tight around her head sitting on a nearby bench, swinging her legs as she plays a little handheld gaming console. She's awfully short, but she has one eye on the strange man.

Re: B

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock had nearly dropped his sandwich and was still trying to peer at his teeth in his reflection, before turning around to hear someone address him. It was a girl playing a video game or something.

"What?"

[waitingforplayer2]

"Your teeth." She points at her own teeth - which look normal, at least.

"They don't hurt, do they?"

[thevictoriandetective]

He's still quite put off and bewildered, and gently checked to see if they did hurt, but despite the strange presence of four rather large teeth that were making his words sound a bit slurred. A detached part of him assumed his speech would return to regular form once he got used to them but right now this was all too much.

"No, doesn't."'

[waitingforplayer2]

"That's good." She says it brightly. "Mm... they look a little like fangs."

[thevictoriandetective]

"Fangs..." Sherlock repeated, blinking. "Why fangs? Why on earth do I have fangs!?"

Oh, he must have deleted the information in his mind about what happens to those who stay in the Carnival...

A

[pipers_son]

In this particular case, the unfortunate individual in question is Joker, whose red hair would make him stand out in most normal places even if he didn't have a pair of large wings folded against his back or a partially wooden arm.

He's not going anywhere in particular, merely stretching his legs after a workout in the big tent. Sometimes it's good to get some fresh hair, after all, an inclination he's been all the more inclined to after getting wings over a year ago. When he sees the man wandering around, he slows a bit and quirks an eyebrow at him.

"Doin' alright there, mate?"

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock stops in his tracks, his eyes immediately going to the large wings. Right. He really should stop being surprised by all of this.

"Depends what your definition of 'alright' is."

[pipers_son]

Well. Fair enough question. Joker hums, resting his knuckles along his hip and switching his weight to one leg in particular. “Alright as in… not gettin’ all twisted up in the head, how about that?” It’s certainly one way to ask if he’s upset, at least.

[thevictoriandetective]

"You'd be surprised at easily 'gettin' all twisted up in the head' can happen," he said, trying to match his 'accent'. That should tell Joker that indeed, he was.

[pipers_son]

For a brief flickering second, something lights up in Joker’s eyes and he grins a little more at the attempt to match him. He’s had people do this before, usually to mess with him, and it takes him a second to pull back the inclination to go even harder. Most of the time, he tries to keep his accent mild- back in Noah’s Ark Circus and in this one, after all, you get all sorts. It’s easier to keep it just a bit, but still be comprehensible. He can go ten times worse than this, slang and all.

But no, that’d be assholish. No reason to be like that with a new face in the carnival. So he rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. “Well, this place does seem ta bring it about, yeah? What’s most pressin’ for yerself?”

[thevictoriandetective]

"Shall I make a list? For one thing, magic exists. Another, I'm being held here against my will. I can't continue my work here. I could go on?"

The detective seemed to be irritable, it was a thing that happened to him when his worldview was turned on its end. He'd had a near-meltdown when he thought the Hound in the Baskerville case was real.