genessia | The name is Sherlock Holmes... (Action)

[This was insanity.

He had gone mad, clearly. A mixture of not-sleeping and his general demeanor had obviously led to some kind of psychotic break.

Waking up in that...that /thing/, the box with a new phone and the necklace-thing and the pamphlet that attempted to explain what was going on...

Right. He had to wake up. It was a dream, and nothing more.

But how? Bashing one's head against the wall probably would attract attention. Maybe he should just, as they say, 'roll with it.' It was a pleasant-enough looking dream, and highly detailed. He should expect nothing less from his own brilliant mind.

Yes, that was it. His mind was clever enough to come up with this entire concept, even providing him with a phone and everything. Clearly he'd miscalculated on the amount of sleep he needed over the last few cases and was now catching up.

That was fine. In the meantime, he would enjoy this construct of his mind.

Sherlock Holmes, you outdid yourself again, he thought, amused and pleased by how real everything seemed, as he walked along.]

(Meet the most-certainly-not-arrogant Sherlock Holmes! Open to everyone!)

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Meow~

[A slender black feline made its presence known with a secondary mew. She looked like any ordinary cat. Except an oversized witch’s hat sat atop her head, and if Holmes were to notice, a familiar pendent was her collar.

Blair made a friendly approach, aiming to curl herself in a figure eight fashion around the human’s legs]

[He sighs and glances down at the cat. Pausing a moment as he comprehends the fact that it's wearing some kind of silly, ridiculous hat.

He knows a thing or two about silly, ridiculous hats.]

I don't have any food.

[What does this represent in his dream, he wonders? Maybe his mind was not as streamlined and disciplined as he thought.]

[The cat merely mewled again and climbed up the stranger's coat]

Aw, that's okay.

[Blair made herself comfortable on his shoulders, nuzzling the crook of his neck. Human rides were always fun]

We can always go to the fish market!

Mate.

[A familiar accent, at least. Less familiar size, Cassian only stood five foot five, even less familiar hair color with the youthful face.]

Ye look new here. Ye just gonna wander about here and there or are ye gonna get into the business of questions?

[Sherlock looks at the person that approaches, up and down, slightly coldly.]

Why should I need to? You're only a construct of my mind, and I'll be awake soon enough.

[most-certainly-not-arrogant Sherlock Holmes, you are currently being stalked by a black panther wearing a lurid orange cowboy hat. (not pictured) What are you going to do about it?]

[Sherlock's senses are unparalleled, as they should be, and he turns around, noticing the panther wearing a lurid orange cowboy hat.

He pauses.]

I must have eaten something spicy before falling asleep.

[Oh no! Spotted! Oh well. Ace sits back on his haunches, tail curled around his paws]

Oh yeah? What'd you have?

Of course, he would not get far before a certain green haired monster spotted him. She was not lounging in the bay this time, but rather, was on patrol when she spotted him. That was someone new. Certainly and absolutely!

She dove down out of the sky towards him, pulling up at the last moment and following several paces back... or what would have been several paces if she were walking. The little satori's aura of obfuscation would shield her from his detection. At least until-

"Hello? Mister? Can you see me? Can you hear me? Helloooo~"

And then the poking began.

He heard the voice, and then felt the poking. Whirling around, his cape-like coat askew, not even the great Sherlock Holmes could be unflappable in the face of such random, and in his experience, impossible event. Good thing he was only dreaming, right?

"Who!? What--"

And floating several feet off the ground was a 4-foot-nothing girl wearing bright yellow and with green eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light. In front of her chest was a blue sphere with cords connected to either side, looping around her body, and connected at her ankles. Both floated of their own accord.

"Hello there Mister! Are you new?" She tipped her hat up with her thumb, smile only growing. "My name is Koishi Komeiji. I'm a satori youkai. A sort of spirit monster from the mountains. It's nice to meet you!"

He's flabbergasted. He looks around, like someone was playing a trick on him. This was impossible.

But then again, he was only dreaming, right?

"Ridiculous. The things my subconscious comes up with..."

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"Hah! Your subconscious has nothing to do with this! I should Know! I can see it!" He felt a pressure on his mind, color pressing on the edges of his vision. "That's my power. I can manipulate the subconscious. But I don't really do much other than make people feel relaxed since otherwise people get mad at me."

The sphere drifted forward nudging his shoulder gently- wait, was that an eye? Yes. Yes it was. A closed eye. And it was nudging his shoulder.

That was...weird.

He takes a step back, trying to collect his thoughts.

"This is a really, really strange dream," he mutters. The thing nudging his shoulder didn't weird him out as much. At this point little else could surprise him. Or so he thought.

"Oh, it's not a dream."

At which point the little youkai reached forward and pinched his cheek. Not hard enough to injure him, but hard enough to hurt.

"See? This is Genessia. You're stuck here, but so is everyone else."

He gave a little cry of surprise and dismay and clutched his own cheek.

Impossible. Pain receptors weren't...this wasn't...this couldn't be...

His mouth dropped open and closed shut several times.

"No...impossible. Can't be." He whirled around, looking lost and confused. "John?!"

John Watson was clearly nowhere to be found, of course.

"John?" She tilted her head. "Who is John? It's a nice name, but I don't know anyone like that. Unless I forgot..." She paused, brow furrowed in thought. "Nope! I don't know a John. And I greet a lot of people that come. Sorry."

Her expression softened a little bit. "You wouldn't be the first though. To be unable to find your loved ones. Everyone has people that cracked off and chipped like translucent crystal in varying hues." Great. Now she was speaking in riddles. "So please don't feel too sad, okay?"

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(Well now, there was a familiar face. Conan knew enough about how things work here to doubt that the other detective would know him. But all the same he can't resist stepping out into Holmes' path.)

Mr. Holmes, I presume.

[Sherlock clasped his hands behind his back as he walked around, and only just barely paused as someone else stepped into his path. He was well-known enough that it didn't bother him that someone recognized him.

Besides, this was a dream, right?]

Yes.

[He squints a bit and then tries to continue walking.]

[...If Conan had had any doubt, that reaction would have proven it.]

Have you already made your deductions, then?

Oh dear, there was a mortal... who thought he was dreaming. How could Tannusen resist? He couldn't read minds, but he could smell Glamour from a mile away.

The fae man appeared out of nowhere, dressed casually. Other than his pointy ears, he looked human enough. Being near him didn't precisely... feel like being near a human; how would Sherlock rationalize that?

"Lost in the hedge, are we?" he purred, "How unfortunate."

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