lostcarnival | The Adventures of a Consulting Detective [OPEN]

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.

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"So you just live out here then?" he frowned, trying to look around to see if there was evidence of such.

He glances around too, to see what he's looking for, but of course he doesn't know. There's no possessions or anything around, but both half-elves are definitely seeming more than comfortable in this environment.

"Well, our stuff is in the trailer... But we sleep out here most of the time. And climb trees, and explore, and talk, and turn into animals, and all the stuff we do at home!"

As usual Lauren is content to let Susan do most of the talking. Lauren isn't really one for conversation anyway, more than that, he hates the attention. Still, he can't help but feel annoyed at just how much information Susan shares with the stranger. Specifically he's bothered by the turning into animals bit, as the people at this carnival all seemed to find it to be one of the stranger abilities. Personally Lauren though a interdimensional carnival was much strange than shapeshifting, but no one ever asked his opinion.

"Yeah, except back home the trees were real."

Sherlock, being the observant detective that he was, wasn't going to ignore this source of good information in a place that was still so completely strange to him.

Everything else seems to become irrelevant as he focused on one part of that.

"Wait--turn into animals!?"

Sorry Lauren, it's the most interesting thing Susan can think of, he has to mention it! He nods and grins wide, bouncing in place a bit as he responds.

"Yeah, turn into animals! Lauren's really good at it, 'cause he can do lots of nature magic, but I can do it too. It's lots of fun."

Palm and face meet once more as Lauren hides his expression behind his hand. Why couldn't Susan understand that he didn't want him to talk about this one thing? Why could he not just- well, NOT!

"You're serious. That's actually possible," Sherlock isn't used to magic in the least and even the concept of this was throwing him for a loop. "What kinds of animals?"

Susan nods again, still ignoring his brother. Talking to people is way more interesting than Lauren.

"Yeah, it's possible! Mostly I like turning into a wolf, it's really fun. You can smell all kinds of things and play and wrestle and explore! It's also fun to fly around as like an owl or something. One time I did that with Fluff, she's my familiar, and we flew around and looked at stuff until she said she was bored."

"All kinds." Lauren replies in an attempt to actually answer the strangers question. Of course, then Susan is going on one of his tangents.

"Susan, you're only going to confuse him again." Lauren says quietly, chiding his brother. He doesn't intend for the newcomer to hear him, but he doesn't particularly care if he does. This was for the stranger's benefit after all, otherwise Susan would be talking his ear off for the rest of the night.

He's definitely confused. Sherlock blinks and tries to comprehend all of that. It was offending his scientific mind.

"I'm not--" Well, he was. "How is that even possible!?"

Yes, he's still stuck in some kind of feedback loop and just stands there.

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"It's magic." He says it in such a matter of fact way, like it should be obvious to everyone. Honestly in his world it really would be an obvious thing, but Susan just doesn't see how some people just don't think magic is a logical answer to questions.

And really, what more was there to say about it? It was just magic, no other explanation was necessary or even required. It's literally impossible for Lauren to even conceive of a world without magic, it effects every aspect of his world and his life.

"Does magic work differently where you're from?"

Obviously that must have been the source of this gentleman's confusion.

"Yes, in the fact as we don't have any," it was a wonder that the poor detective was even able to speak. His right eye twitched and it sounded like he was close to yelling out of sheer disbelief.

Another world without magic? Susan just doesn't understand how so many worlds like that apparently exist.

"How can you not have magic! Magic is everywhere and even if you can't use it it's still there all the time!"

Although he didn't speak up about his own disbelief, Lauren very much agreed with Susan. There were plenty of people in Faerun who couldn't use magic, but that didn't mean that magic didn't exist. It was a part of so many things, a part of life itself, the idea that it could just not exist somewhere felt impossible to believe.

"Maybe he just doesn't know how." Lauren mutters in elven to his brother. He doesn't want to see Susan argue with anyone.

"Not in my world," Sherlock said, blinking. "I can assure you it is 100% magic free."

A pause. "It certainly isn't anything like this place."

Though that begged the question, if his world had no magic, how did he find the Carnival in the first place? It was an uncomfortable thought. Maybe he just never noticed.

He frowns, still thinking about it. The thought that a world could not have magic still doesnt make sense to him, but it's not the first he's heard of it.

"Our world isn't like this, either, but we still have magic."

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"Yes, although we don't have micrawavers or things like that." Lauren crossess his arms in front of his chest. Many people considered the objects that were used in the carnival commonplace, but here was someone else claiming their world wasn't anything like this place. Perhaps these "appliances" were less universally common than he had been led to believe.

"What's your world like then?"

Sherlock was still getting used to this mere concept. It was so...incredible and alien and astounding he could scarcely believe it was real and this all wasn't some elaborate trick by Moriarty or something ridiculous like that.

Susan pauses a moment to think of a good answer to that. How can you explain your own world when you didn't really know a lot about other ones?

"Well... There's magic everywhere, just in the air. You can just reach out and make it do things for you. And there's lots of places with just forests and things, but there's some cities too. And there's lots of animals and monsters and dragons... And we don't have things like trailers and ferris wheels and refrigerators!"

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