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[alldeduction]

WHO | Sherlock, Morrigan, and whoever else wants in on this. OPEN.
WHAT | A couple of new tributes wake up together and snark happens
WHEN | pre-Arena 5
WHERE | Some hard cots and then their respective suites (1- Morrigan, 2- Sherlock), and then presumably around the Capitol
WARNINGS | all the sarcasm. But nothing else for the moment, will update this as necessary.

[ooc note: Sherlock and Morrigan will be tagging together for a bit but then end up going their separate ways, so feel free to start your own thread! just note who you want to tag with and where they are, and we'll do the rest!]

Sherlock awoke suddenly, his eyes snapping open as his entire body registered the fact that a) he shouldn’t have been asleep, and b) he had no idea where he was. Last he could recall he had been running down the street with John, handcuffed and giddy from escape. And now?

He sat up abruptly, eyes narrowed as he scanned the room. Almost entirely bare, save for his cot and.... hers. She was, of course, the only object of interest in the room, and likely the only way he was going to find out exactly how he’d got here. (A quick inventory of himself revealed no wounds of any kind, which removed the possibility of getting shot or hit by a car or another traumatic event. He also had absolutely no belief in an afterlife, so where another person might wonder “Am I dead?” the thought only barely occurred to him before it was completely dismissed. He was very much alive.)

He watched the woman for another moment, growing more and more frustrated at time went on, as he could only tell a few things about her. The first was that she had absolutely no synthetic fabrics on her - they were entirely made of natural fibers, though there was something odd about them that he couldn’t place. It meant, however, that she was definitely not from a modern civilization as he knew it, and as he didn’t recognize the style of dress, unlikely from somewhere he knew of...

He cleared his throat. “Wake up.”

Comments

[danno_williams]

Now Danny has that look, the look he gets when he's dealing with a particularly nutso suspect with a gun. The "Yes I understand whatever insano thing you believe and I'm pretending I empathize so you'll put down the gun and I can tackle you" face.

"Because he's a character from Victorian times and I've seen the last couple of movies. There was a very nice scary scene in his professor office with funny robes, Sherlock even had on a funny mustache."

He took a breath and tried to make sorta placating gestures without giving away any tactical advantage he had "Now, how about we put the big heavy object down and start making sense."

[alldeduction]

Sherlock's eyes were extremely narrow, though he did lower the stone statue slightly, though not without letting it go. Victorian. Mustache. He was making fun of him, obviously. He was famous, yes, but they hadn't made movies (and if they had without his permission he was about to be furious)...

But how else to explain that this man knew not only his name, but John's and Jim's?

"New Jersey," He said suddenly, before lifting the stone again. This time, however, it was not a menacing gesture, but merely to point. "At least, born and raised in New Jersey. The accent's softened so either you've been out of there a few years or you've trained yourself. I'm going with the former, as you're obviously a career cop, so why bother retraining yourself from your regional accent?"

He stepped forward, still pointing with the statue. "You're obviously from my time period, or near enough, or the accent would have changed. Though I think I would be very well aware if they were throwing my name around in films."

PM me if you'd like any other info on him OR links for vids, etc so Sherlock can really Sherlock him

[danno_williams]

OK, this guy must have been certifiable. He really believed he was Sherlock Holmes...right down to 'deducing' insignificant facts about him. Granted, that he was from Jersey was a pretty easy one. Anyone who'd seen Jersey Shore or hell, any mob movie on the planet would be able to gleen that from his accent. The cop was a bit harder to catch...still not quite "Sherlock Holmes" level though.

He wasn't trying to kill him with that big heavy object anymore. So, best not to provoke him to much.

"Nice try, that's a easy one. Also? They've been throwing your name around since 18whatever. Ergo, it's probably not your name."

Well, shit, so much for not provoking. There's a reason he's not the first one picked for negotiation duties.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock's eyebrow raised, the only clear indication of him rising to the bait.

If there was anything he was all too happy to prove, it was this. He ignored the gibberish about his name. Sherlock had been in the English language for hundreds of years, of course it would be found elsewhere. It would be nearly impossible for him to be the only Sherlock Holmes in existence.

"South. The eastern seaboard wouldn't allow for a tan like that. Still in the United States, though, as why would a cop leave home? Training for the police force in a foreign country is a massive undertaking and often a useless one. Florida? California? Hawaii?"

He paused, eyes flickering over the man. "Right knee. Not a gun shot, alas, that would be far more interesting. Some sort of blunt force-trauma. It's healed, but you still favour it."

He gave a predatory smile, not reaching his eyes.

"And divorced, of course."