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

[pipers_son]

It’s only with the barest of restraint that Joker keeps from cackling at the other man, but that only means his laughter is a little muffled and from the back of his throat as he grins at him. Whatever indeed.

“Well, there’s no use thinkin’ on an empty stomach,” he says when he’s gotten himself under control. “Have ya gotten the tour of the place, know where ta stay, all that?”

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock glared, he could hear the muffled laughter. His tone is far more cold.

"Of course. I'm not an imbicle."

[pipers_son]

“Even really smart folks like yerself can get all frazzled and forget things.” His grin is lazy and smug. “Anyway, I’ll introduce myself- Joker, the stage manager. I’d know ya if ya were one of mine, so really ya should see yer own supervisor if there’s a problem… but I like ta be a helpful sort for new faces.”

[thevictoriandetective]

Well. That was true.

"Sherlock Holmes," he held out his hand as an introduction. "I'm on patrol, apparently."

[pipers_son]

Joker uses his good left hand to take Sherlock’s, although “good” is a bit subjective here. After all, every bit of it is gnarled but quite flexible wood, but, you know, what works works. Joker’s had a couple of years to adjust. “Sans, huh?” he asks, looking even more amused. Oh boy. “Have ya met him, yet?”

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock just stares at the gnarled wood. He almost misses Joker's next question.

"What...what, no, not yet..." he blinks, shaking his head slightly.

[pipers_son]

He gets that, although Joker supposes it’s been long enough since it’s been that intense a stare. Politely, he waits a moment before letting his arm swing back down to his side, not particularly bothered. “Well, yer in for a surprise, then,” he mentions. “Seem fair ta warn ya that he’s not human, whether ya want ta believe that or not.” Can’t change the truth, even if that truth is a walking talking skeleton.

[thevictoriandetective]

A slight eye twitch. Well, that was just wonderful, wasn't it?

"This place just gets better and better," he muttered under his breath.

[pipers_son]

“Oh, it can get worse,” Joker retorts without missing a beat. Probably for the best that this one didn’t come in during their stop in the dream realm. He can only imagine how frustrating it would be for him. “But better than ya learn what ta expect.”

...Well. Maybe he should stop being mean. Joker tries for a different approach. “Alright, I’ll listen- is it because this is all new stuff that technically isn’t possible, that’s what’s gettin’ ya bothered?”