realityshifted | Case 001: Surviving a Fall

[When Sherlock Holmes hits the ground, he is in a great deal more pain than he expected, considering where he was supposed to land. He groans loudly.]

Ow! I think I missed...

[He slowly and carefully rolls himself over to his back and cautiously opens his eyes. No John to talk to and no skull either, talking to himself will have to do.]

Oh, oh... Is this death? Did I die? Oh, how disappointing. To make it that far and loose in the end. Perhaps Moriarty is right. Perhaps I am an angel.

[Then he realizes that the metallic smell and taste to the air wasn't blood. He sits up slowly, then checks himself over.]

Okay, not bleeding, that's a good start. Doesn't feel like anything's broken.

[He blinks a few times and looks around him again, he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing. He looks around him completely bewildered, taking in the sight around him.]

John was right. I shouldn't have deleted all that information about the universe.

[He slowly and carefully gets to his feet, checking to ensure his legs will support his weight, when a memory stirs.]

Oh! That shop that had appeared in Bart's! Something about my being chosen...

[He shoves his hands in his coat pockets and winces as he realizes he doesn't have his mobile. He looks around again and calls out.]

Hello?! Anyone about?

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No - It's been called a Machine, but we know it as the Astral Plane.

That is up for debate, I'm afraid.

[He chuckles softly at the "Machine" reference.]

I've been called a Machine... And I would hope that I am at the very least sentient. Unless that is something that is lost when arriving here?

Not at all. Alas, this Machine is a tool in the hands of those who control it. Who they are, I'm afraid I don't know.

So it is an experiment.

[The memories of that conversation and the deductions he had are returning to him him.]

Interesting. And all realities and all worlds meet here. So, the next question would be: where are you from?

[Names? Who cares about names? Names aren't important.]

So we are told.

Tibet, though these days I live in Greece.

[~6feet tall, asian, not exactly slender, but not large. Well toned arms, which are loosely folded. Hair appears to be natural. No eyebrows, just maroon dots in their place. Simple dress suggest he lives somewhere rural.]

[Sherlock's not buying it.]

But... your hair is... purple. I've been to Tibet and Greece and that is a hair color which doesn't occur, at least not naturally.... Anywhere on Earth.

It is what it is. That does not change my place of origin or current residence.

I suppose it doesn't.

Can I ask? How it happened?

[Well at least Sherlock is asking this time, instead of assuming someone's been messing with Mumu's DNA - well, he's actually assuming that anyway, but he's attempting to ask.]

I was born to a woman I never met, and it simply grew this colour. It's very rare that people take issue with it.

[Sherlock needs John to keep him in check. Because he says things.]

I don't take issue with it, I'm curious how it came about. What chemistry might have happened to make it appear as it is. What it might mean for the potential of other colors to appear. Why it is purple and not blue.

[He's an analytical sort.]

In which case, I'm afraid I have no answers for you. I cannot even say if it is a fluke of genetics, since I do not know to whom I owe my existence.

[Meaning his parents. Who he doesn't think of as parents, obviously.]

[That makes it easier, since Sherlock is bored now.]

And what's beyond this plane? I mean, is it as endless as the stars that we can see from here?

As far as we know, yes. I don't know if it is as flat as it appears, or if its spherical and eventually comes back around.

Rats in a maze...

[Which is how he's viewing the experiment currently.]

And what do they hope to learn, I wonder.

I wish I had an answer.

[Sherlock doesn't like that answer.]

And how long have you been here?

Four years, coming and going. At least by my timing - it is not a constant thing, you see.

N-not constant?

[He really doesn't like the sound of that.]

Time at home stops while one is here, but in one's home reality, time is a relative thing. I could go home for a day and return to find that weeks have passed here.

So, I'm here... and still frozen in the middle of my fall back home. But if I were to return home, then come back here the times are not consistent. An hour back home might be a year here...

Interesting.

It's quite possible, but unlikely. In my experience, time is often close to congruent, but as I said, it is not always the case.

How does that work? Or is it all part of this "Machine" I heard about earlier?

That seems to be the case, yes.

And the machine is like a giant cage, then? Somehow it doesn't matter if we're in our proper world or here... the machine has some control over our lives.

I think "influence" is the better fitting word, but yes, it does.

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