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[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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[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~

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

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

Proof?

Don't encourage him. He's just being difficult.

[I said something wrong!]

But - but if he's being difficult, shouldn't we encourage him so he can do better?

He won't do better. He'll try to be as annoying and difficult as suits him

[Mildly.] If you're quite done... I think my question was perfectly logical.

[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.

Edited 2010-09-26 18:30 (UTC)

[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.

Edited 2010-09-26 18:25 (UTC)

[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?

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?

[Damon isn't really offended by that, since it's not a Time Lord custom anyway] It's sort of a multidimensional nexus point. A meeting place, I suppose, where people from different worlds and universes have been brought together.

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

[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.

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

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

[thoughtfully] If I showed you how to return home, would it be proof enough?

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

None, really. I don't have enough data yet to construct anything. What is your rank?

I read how it works. It could simply be my mind demonstrating it. Cogito ergo sum.

Colonel. But please, call me Jade.

A bit impractical to dress like that for farming, isn't it?

...and how is that more believable than the idea that this is a dream?

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

[smiles faintly] I see your point. But I come from a different world myself...a planet called Gallifrey. I'm not human.

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