( Action | Audio )

[simplicityitself]

[ Action | Bay ]

The capsule slides open, but it's occupant doesn't immediately rise to a sitting position. He's in what appears to be a Victorian overcoat, an unbuttoned dress shirt beneath, casual slacks, and worn but finely crafted shoes. Instead of opening his eyes, he begins, in a posh London accent, to make a list aloud.

"The lap of water, but no current. Something large, perhaps a small craft, has recently ceased disturbing the pool. The echoes, along with the faint scent of earth, suggest I am deep underground, but the temperature suggests I am not deep below, but simply within. Very curious.

and what is this weight...?" Without sitting or standing, he reaches up to the box poised on his chest with both hands, moving them across the plain box's surface in an exploratory fashion. Finding the box has no lock, he moves it from his chest and moves to a sitting position, sliding the lid from it and meticulously going through its contents.

He pulls the communicator from the box, turning it over in his hand as his sharp grey eyes flit across its surface. "Transparent, but not made of glass. Interesting." He then pull the pamphlet from the box and begins to read. "More and more interesting..."


[ Audio ]

[Whoever is using the communicator is clearly new, but they seem to have taken to it's use impressively well.]

Good evening. I apologize for the late hour, but new arrivals to this "Genessia" don't seem to follow any sort of defined schedule. My name is Sherlock Holmes. I've read through the provided materials and listened to the rather clever recording of that charming girl, but I would rather more first-hand accounts as to the nature of this place. I thank you in advance for your generosity.

Comments

[Video]

[azaleafae]

[Azalea has yet to learn some of the communicator's functions, so she goes to video by default. So have a little dragon appearing in the video screen.]

If by the nature of this place, you mean why we were brought here, no one really knows. The girl in the recording is named Weiss Schnee, and she's the current Guardian of Nova City. You can find her there, or you can contact her with these devices.

[Video]

[simplicityitself]

[For simplicity's sake, he simply hits reply, so she is treated to a man with slightly disheveled hair with the remains of some sort of oil in it designed to keep it combed back. He has hawkish features and very sharp gray eyes.

They sparkle with curiosity, but he doesn't at least seem shocked by the appearance of a dragon.]

Quite the opposite. Theorizing on why before the how is backward. Is that what the rest of you are currently postulating?

[He nods.] Weiss Schnee. I'll note that, should I need to speak with her in person.

[Video]

[azaleafae]

Well...I'm not directly involved in the research, so I can't really say how they're going about it.

How would we even go about finding out how we were brought here?

[aphotic_auror]

"Oh come now... Really?" Maria mutters under her breath, before turning on the video feature on her "phone". "Sorry, sir, but-- until you actually turn on the "video" ability of this ruddy thing, I am disinclined to believe that you are, in fact, a man named Sherlock Holmes-- not only because I was reading about him while I was in hospital, and he was most definitely a Fictional Character-- but really now: even if he were real, he'd be about a hundred years old, by my time of 1979 AD, and you don't sound like some dotty old man!

"Wait: is this Remus Lupin?" She adds in a mutter aside from the video, but still connected to the feed: "Only he would think to disguise his identity with such a famous name, after all. Although... I don't suppose he really sounds like this bloke, either!" She adds quickly back to the feed, "If this is Mister Lupin, and you'd rather not reveal your identity to all: feel free to text me, Remus! There should be instructions on how to do so, in that little booklet with the phone... It's Maria, Remus... Please tell me you remember me, and that you're not from some-- alternative universe wherein I never met you and Jamesy...?"

Good God, this poor girl really has her hopes up that it might actually be someone from her own homeworld, on this feed!

( video )

[simplicityitself]

[He replies in video, for simplicity's sake if nothing else. His hawkish gray eyes are narrowed slightly, though.]

My dear lady. I can assure you I don't know this Remus Lupin, and I apologize at the disappointment. I can assure it was not intended.

[Look who can be polite when he wants to be, even though his hair is slightly disheveled from his time in the capsule.]

Do you often doubt people to be whom they claim simply on the basis of their having stories published about them?

[ Audio ]

[imaginationswoes]

[Airy's been having trouble sleeping so she picks up the phone and listens to the man speaking on the other end.]

What sort of accounts? I just woke up here... earlier this month. I don't know if I can tell you much but I can try.

[She pauses as if suddenly realizing something.]

I guess you didn't fall in.

[There is silence before Airy quickly and nervously adds a few comments.]

I mean the water around the strange pods... not that you would but... I'm Airy.

[She can't help but wonder if this is the Sherlock she's read about but decides it's rude to ask.]

[ Audio ]

[simplicityitself]

First hand, as I said. [Pauses. Telephones aren't too common in his time, but he's used them a few times, from the telegraph office in order to contact Scotland Yard, mostly.] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Airy. Please forgive the late hour. Even the least detailed of information may glean more clues. Can you tell me of the nature of your arrival?

[ Audio ]

[imaginationswoes]

[Airy is silently happy that he can't see her nervous smile though it's rather apparent in her voice.]

It's alright, it's nice to meet you too.

When I woke up I... fell out of the pod thing. [Tripped is the correct word to use when describing her escape from the strange tomb like coffin.]

I found the box with all the papers and phone in it, just like you... [She assumes.] I called and it went to everyone which... I'm not used to. There was a Inn close to there I visited before meeting up with someone who knows me.

|Video|

[hidden_truths]

Hello Sherlock I am Kahlan Amnell. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure you've read about the archways; my current residence is in Fayren.

[Her tone is calm and formal.]

There are things that I've found the information provided leaves out. One of which is the conflicts that seem to arise in each archway. They are all very different both in culture and society. I found the one closest to my home to take up residency. it's up to you if you wish to do the same.

My experiance waking up is different than most. I woke up with someone from my world, which I found out later, is uncommon.

|Video|

[simplicityitself]

[From what he's ready, that does seem very irregular. He nods, making a mental note of her information.]

I've read the basic information provided about each archway, though they seem to be small parts of a much greater puzzle. As for my residency, I have yet to decide.

[He nods, though.]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Amnell, and I thank you for your response at so late an hour. Can you provide me any additional details about your waking in the bay?

|Video|

[hidden_truths]

We woke up at the same time with the same chests with us. Our... pods [It's the best word she can think of.] Were close and we both found our way to the entrance of the cave.

We both remember going to bed at our campfire before waking up here.

[She relates even small details assuming that he wouldn't ask if he doesn't want an answer.]

Audio;

[skilledwithwords]

[OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!]

Sherlock? You're Sherlock Holmes?!

[Levy had been reading by her bed when she heard the device sound with the cool and calm voice. She had thought to ignore it and go to sleep when she heard the mans name. Who doesn't know Sherlock from the works of Arthur Conan Doyle. This bookworm has read them all.]

It's amazing to meet you and talk to you? Oh! You asked a question. I'm sorry. I have some experiance... I've been here for over half a year but others have been here longer.

Audio;

[simplicityitself]

That is, indeed, the name I claim.

[He isn't particularly surprised people know of him, considering how proliferate Watson's stories are.] And you, Miss. [Since you didn't offer your name.] That is very good news. May I entreat upon you to elaborate?

Audio;

[skilledwithwords]

[Levy smiles finally coming off of her fan high.]

Sorry about that. I was just excited. I'm Levy Mcgarden. I own a bookshop in Fayren. [Which makes perfect sense considering her reaction.] I know others who've been here for over a year and there are many different event like situations that happen in this world.

[Levy's kind of used to that though.]

I've gathered some information on this place with the help of others. I have it written and stored at my shop.

[Currently she's at home because you're calling so late.]

audio;

[whiteas]

Well at least someone seems to appreciate it lately.

audio;

[simplicityitself]

Ah. [He recognizes the voice.] Miss Weiss Schnee herself, I presume?

audio;

[whiteas]

The one and only.

Crashing the taco party

[youfool]

Certainly. People have nearly accused me of being a treacherous spy for the amount of things I claim know about The World. What would you like?

Oh thank God. Sherlock doesn't trust women...

[simplicityitself]

All of your knowledge, if I might entreat, sir. The beginning is often the best place to start. What do you know of the nature of this place?

[Action] Feel free to creep this guy out by working out too much

[redsnowangel]

[Zelos sighed. He'd worked far too late that night, but returning home to Everglade at this hour was probably a bad plan. Maybe he could call Fai to pick him up?

As he pondered what to do, he noticed a smartly dressed man over by the bay. A newcomer, probably.]

Hey. Guessing you just woke up, right?

[Action] Oh, I'm sure he will

[simplicityitself]

[Sherlock looked over to the man he'd already noticed walking across the way and he inclined his head, missing his hat.]

Recently, but not just. [He paused, sharp grey eyes moving over his form.] And you have been working late.

[He pulls a cigarette from the case in his breast pocket and lights it using a match before he crosses the street to be nearer the young man. When he approaches, he inclines his head again, this time in greeting.]

A pleasure to meet you, regardless. I am Sherlock Holmes. You, it would seem, have been here for some time.

[Action] Near the Bay!

[lookprofessor]

[Luke's daily errands take him by the Bay, invariably. The apprentice is carrying a small bag of groceries in one arm, bundled up in his warm gray coat and scarf, hands tucked in little mittens. Altogether, while the boy is small, he looks as though he's got things to do.

But he is observant--newcomers emerging from the Bay have been increasingly common, and today is evidently no different. Rerouting from his trek back to the tea shop, Luke approaches the stranger, curious. His accent gives him away immediately as hailing from London, tipping his hat with his free hand.]

Hello, sir. Have you just woken up in the Bay?

[Action] Near the Bay!

[simplicityitself]

[Sherlock's first impression of Luke is one of a boy eager to please. He has clear skin, clean clothing, and a bright look to his eye, suggesting he was not born a pauper, not had he been living as one since arriving in Genessia.

That may be to the credit of charitable fellow kidnappees, or the orphanage he saw mention of in the brochure. Either way, this boy has been well-cared for, but has little supervision, as he's out at night.

He nods at Luke's response with a motion that suggests, had he been wearing a hat, he would have tipped it.]

I have indeed, young man, though not as recently as it would appear. I am Sherlock Holmes. And you are?

Audio - So very late I am sorry

[wizard_redfive]

[Sherlock Holmes?

Well now, will wonders never cease. Dairine had met a number of interesting famous folks in Paradisa (Queen Anne and Chaucer to name a few) but not Sherlock Holmes proper. There's someone she expects will be very excited to hear the news.]

Sure thing. Is there any particular subject you'd like to hear about first?

Audio

[simplicityitself]

[He's quiet for a moment, thoughtful.]

Hello. Anything you'd be willing to share would prove helpful, I'm sure.