oo1: arrival. HOLO, amidst other things.
This is yet another morning where Sherlock Holmes is far from keen on waking up. The light's already stinging his eyes, and he finds himself issuing a half-grumbled, half-growled "Watson," as his hands flatten to the floor before him, splayed in such a way to provide enough traction to drag himself forward a fraction of an inch
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[Glitch had watched the initial display, then had been disappointed when it went away, and was now pleased to see the gentleman once more.]
Um. Sorry, determining a purpose for what?
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"This... thing."
So much for eloquence, not that it's ever mattered much to him.
"Which seems to work something like a telephone."
That's the closest parallel he can draw, for now, but he sounds confident in it nonetheless.
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[Pause.]
Oh! Right, sorry, you've been kidnapped by aliens to a city called Taxon. Hello!
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...pardon?
[ Even he can only take in so much information at once, let alone when aliens are involved. ]
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Okay, this is gonna sound crazy so bear with me: you've been taken to this city called Taxon. Lots of other people have too, from different times, different worlds, and and and no one knows how to get home but we're working on it. Everybody shows up in that room, everybody gets a tablet - the doors open when you pick it up, so you can get out if you want - and. That's kinda the gist of it. My name's Glitch, by the way.
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So I've just been informed.
[ He's not entirely sure what else there is to say to all of this. There's an introduction in there somewhere, he's sure - what a strange name. He debates using a false one for a moment or two, but whether this is a hallucination or - Heaven forbid - the truth, he can't find much good reason for it. ]
Sherlock Holmes. I can't quite say it's a pleasure, but it's certainly interesting, if nothing else.
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[Right, the informative bit has been taken care of, now for the reassuring. He was slightly better at this.]
It's not all bad, though. Our captors are pretty hands-off most of the time, we can all pretty much do what we want, and...all right, sometimes there are monsters but they don' stick around long.
[This was very like commenting on the weather. Sunny, with a chance of horrible death after noon.]
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[ He can't help but sound a bit disbelieving. ]
Well, if that's all I've got to worry about.
[ And he opts not to finish that statement - instead he focuses on something else. ]
No-one's discovered so much as an inkling of a potential solution?
[ This may be worse than Scotland Yard. ]
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N-not as of yet, no. But but we've got endless resources and all the time in the world, so it's...sort of like a puzzle. A lot of folks want to get the aliens' attention, especially since they did try communicating with us a little while ago.
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I've not got all the time in the world, unfortunately; I hope to have things solved a little quicker than that.
[ Hope being the key word here. ]
Tried? As in were unsuccessful? I hope you don't mind me asking for further detail on the matter.
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Sometimes people do just vanish of their own accord and presumably go back where they came from but, um...no one knows what goes on with that either.
[There is good news, Holmes: you can hatch all the coke you want in order to cope with this nonsensical bullshit.]
And it's no trouble. Well they mostly just asked about our well-being but didn't really tell us anything about who they were or or or why they were doing this. They just kinda talked gibberish over the tablets. Not that helpful.
[These two must have tea as soon as possible.]
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Well being. Is that all? Were they using the verbal function or did anyone manage to get a decent look at them?
[ He's trying about as hard as he can not to seem overly curious, which obviously isn't going too well. ]
And this happened some time ago... when, do you think?
[ After all of this, tea will certainly be a must. ]
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[If pauses could be emotive, this one could best be described as "admiring."]
I've gotta tell you, Mr. Holmes, you're coping with all this better than most. Are you used to this sort of thing?
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[ Well, none of this is making any more sense than when he first appeared in that strange excuse for a room, but there's one important discovery in the fact that there is genuinely a force behind all of this nonsense. ]
Between my own bouts of self induced delirium and the work I'm handed on a regular basis, I feel that nothing should surprise me anymore. This, however, has managed to set a rather high precedent.
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