A detective and a doctor walk into a bar...

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock has been reading through the information provided at the kiosk with John, though it hasn’t taken him long to get through it all. Mostly he’s simply lapsed into thought as he is wont to do. After a long moment, he opens his eyes and sighs.] Those were rather useless. What do you make of it?

[It takes John a few moments longer to finish reading through it all, glancing up at Sherlock once he’s finished] We know how to get back home; that’s something. What I’d like to know is where ‘here’ is, exactly.

[He sighs and slips his hands into his pockets.] There is the problem that we’re expected to take this as truth.

[There’s a pause, followed by a soft groan as he shuts his eyes] Please don’t start. I don’t need you questioning my existence.

[Mildly.] I believe at the moment anything is fair game to question.

[He throws him a look] Stop it.

[Sherlock’s lips twitch.] Tell me your theory, John.

[He looks around him for a few moments, then back at the brochures before muttering] Some crazy dream would be my choice.

Then you’re questioning my existence. [He can’t help glancing around.] It’s very nice, though. You have good taste in hallucinations.

[Mildly] Or maybe a drug trip on your part. Wouldn’t that be lovely?



((ooc: Multiple threads, blah blah I decided they would be Christmas colours because I could. Perhaps thread hopping, who knows, double intro things!!))

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[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

[What close friends. I probably shouldn't interrupt, but...]

Please - please don't worry about this being a dream. I assure you this is all very, very, very real~

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock glances up. Creepy chick. He is not bothered.]

That isn't very convincing, is it? What proof is there?

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

Proof?

[clinical]

[Here is some information on the guy walking up:

He wears a well-kept, clean uniform, comfortable and natural like a second skin. No jewellery of any kind except for the outline of something under one of his gloves, and he keeps one (gloved, of course) hand in his pockets. Red eyes, of course, very sharp, hair neat and clean despite the length. Despite the hand in his pocket, he doesn't slouch. No cologne of any sort, no ink marks, but there's a bit on the finger of his gloves where something stained, was bleached out, and then dyed over again - the dye is just a little lighter. There is also some new threadwork there, as if it was a little eaten away. There is some dust and dirt on his boots, and if one managed to get a microscope down there, they would find some fabric from a very fine carpet. There is also a completely disregarded blond hair on his right arm.

(And Pacman is his belt buckle.)

Also, Jade is carrying a scythe over his shoulder. It is bloodless, but from the edge of the blade, there are enough nicks and unevenness to suggest that it has been used and sharpened more than once.]

What coherent hallucinations you both must have.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[Were this anyone properly cautious and sane, they would be backing away from the man with the giant scythe. But this is John, which means that aside from a soft surprised noise, he stands his ground and just looks over Jade, taking in what he can (It's probably only a tenth, at most, of what Sherlock sees, but he at least tries).

Either of them may note that he slips into his military pose then, the only sign of alert] Not particularly. And who might you be?

[clinical]

[It's just a dude with a scythe, John! Nothing to be worried about] I'm a farmer with a harvest to reap.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Hello there. Sherlock takes a brief moment to glance over Jade, quickly cataloguing details.]

I would say you've broken any logical pattern. You must have a higher rank.

[clinical]

Have I? My apologies. What logical pattern were you constructing?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[s'up, have a puppy Time Lord, who is obviously older than he appears] It isn't a dream, and you haven't been drugged. [he almost adds a "yet," but doesn't want to scare them off]

[politely] Welcome to the Astral Plane, I'm Damon. It's a pleasure to meet you both.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

Oh, hello. [He gives Damon a nod, rather than offering a handshake; he's still a bit wary of this whole situation] John Watson.

If this isn't a dream, then what is it?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

I have very little proof that either are untrue. [Still he nods.] Sherlock Holmes.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[With a sigh.] As I told you before, I am clean.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

You've also been bored, lately, ever since Moriarty ran off.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[And here's a derp, dressed for adventure!]

It's pretty strange, but it's not a dream!

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

We've been told it's a meeting place, apparently.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

So you say. There are more possibilities than what we are offered.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Since Narvin is meant to be blending in, he is currently wearing a suit that would not look especially out of place in any government office. There's a very slight stiffness in his movements -- he's not quite used to wearing suits, and much prefers his own robes. His English is clear British RP, but there's an odd accent around the edges that would be impossible to place.

Since both Sherlock and John are familiar with guns, either one or both of them may notice the faint outline of Narvin's staser tucked into his pocket. He's holding his datapad in one hand, and the article currently on the screen isn't in any recognisable Earth language.]

We should be so lucky.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[Is that a staser in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me- so yes, John does notice, but he doesn't say anything yet]

Being a figment of anyone's imagination rarely ranks as the best of options.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock does indeed notice and he finds Narvin a bit interesting. People hiding something = always interesting.]

And why would that be 'lucky'?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

Or perhaps you're both a very bad dream and if I'm really very lucky I will wake up soon.

[Arthur is cranky because he's Artur and Merlin didn't shine his armour enough. It happens. Blame Merlin, that's what Arthur always does]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

So terribly sorry to disturb your beauty sleep. It does seem you lack it.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think so.

/trolls with icons

[collector]

[No noise heralds Braxiatel's arrival. He is as quiet as he wishes to be, and he chooses now to be silent. His suit is crisp and charcoal grey, fitted perfectly to him, and under his dark suit jacket are snow white cuffs held by gold cufflinks in the image of spiralling clockwork. There is not a crumb or a fleck of ink on his clothes or his skin, and all of his movements are measured and precise. His boots, dark leather, are creased from being broken in, and there are no scuffs on them nor any dirt at present. He wears three rings, all of them expensive, one of the swirling seal that looks like it incorporates the western symbol of infinity. The handkerchief in his pocket is white, threaded along the edges in gold, and his tie is gold silk.]

[He smiles a calm and practised smile, warm and distant at once, and though the amount of shirtsleeve showing under his jacket is perfectly measured, he lifts a hand to the wrist as if to correct the distance - a slight of hand that really doesn't change it at all.]

If you want to get into questioning your ontological status, might I suggest the library? It is much quieter, offers tea and coffee, and [here his eyes flicker to John before he looks at them both] gives good defensible grounds for those with battle-won paranoia.

back off, Moriarty - though /trolls right back

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock's eyes spark a bit - he does so love a challenge - but challenges currently put him ill at ease considering the last one went a bit badly. First, evaluate if new puzzle is a threat to himself or John before fully relishing it.

His stance is more contained and eyes sharper than they previously were.]

Paranoia is often justified in situations like these.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[His attitude and attire are disturbingly familiar to those of a certain Holmes brother, but John decides to push that out of his head for now. There don't seem to be any CCTV cameras here, after all] And what would we be defending ourselves from here?