eighteenth twist of the coil

[electric_coils]

[Greetings, Paradisans. We hope you are having a totally normal day, because Nikola Tesla certainly isn’t.]

My God…

[But wait a second. This doesn’t sound like Tesla at all. For one, he has never had that Serbian accent before.]

James, Helen…where do you suppose we are? I’ve never seen such a place before in my life…

I haven't the faintest idea where

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[jamesholmes]

I can only hope he does not appear none to soon, I would like to, get my barrings concerning this place. [And yup he's smoothing out his jacket here.]

Trap or no, we will need that.

[electric_coils]

And we know he would act if he managed to find us out in the open like this...

[Excuse him, James, he'll be looking over the journal.]

Wait a second...it's recording our words! Look! [And he'll hand over the journal, pointing excitedly to the entry being filled before their eyes.]

What do you suppose it means?

[jamesholmes]

Indeed he would, and neither your nor I can say we are properly, prepared for that yet.

[Of course Nikola and when he hands him the journal his eyes go wide. You're not getting it back Nikola because James is now turning it over, flipping through it and everything.]

Some sort of, recording device, but, why is it here? Where did it come from?

[electric_coils]

Precisely.

[Tesla frowns a little. Darn it, James, why do you have to take everything? >:I]

I don't know. It was sitting here on a table. I just picked it up.

[Action]

[modernholmes]

[Conan happens to be in the lobby today, re-reading 'The Sign of Four'. He glances up at the sound of voices, immediately recognizing James. But something was different. Conan slides out of the chair onto the floor and approaches the group, intent on figuring out the reason behind the changes in their appearance.]

[jamesholmes]

[Hey Conan remember that time with the headspace? Yup James is back to looking like he did then, beard, clothes and all, so he takes a step closer to Helen, in front of her as well to almost guard her. Who knew what this child could do...]

Good day young man.

[modernholmes]

[Like he could forget. Conan is observing James very closely as he tries to figure this out.]

Why are you dressed like that?

[electric_coils]

Dressed like what?

[Tesla peers over at the boy.]

You're the one who is dressed strangely.

Best time to meet Tesla? I think so.

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, she recognizes two of you and can take a good guess at the identity of the third. But really, what are you wearing? You know it has to be ridiculous when the lady in the medieval style gown thinks your outfits are overly complicated.

This translates to a rather curious glance in the group's direction, followed by a nod in greeting. They all look rather on edge, so she'll let them approach as they will.]

Oh yes in the barely understandable accent xD

[jamesholmes]

[Hey the clothing is comfortable! And it is hardly ridiculous thank you very much, just layered. So at least they're warm and all.

So that curious glance gets Galadriel one very VERY curious look from James, his head tilted to one side at the nod.]

Good day, may I ask, as, to the, curious look of yours? [Still on edge but he's polite! And he even folds his hands in front of him.]

[inafadingcrown]

Am I to understand, then, that you have no memory of me, Dr. Watson?

[She's quick enough to realize that it must be a loss...and equally quick to be somewhat amused by it.]

[jamesholmes]

[And she knows his name, oh boy, now he's even more curious.]

No I do not I am afraid. May I ask for your name seeing as how you know my own?

[Action]

[hullo_sweetie]

[Oh dear, Oh dear]

You're not in Victorian London any longer, dears.

[jamesholmes]

[Oh this is quite the welcoming committee, a kid, an even OLDER fashioned woman and River.

But hey at least she knows from when they're from! So that earns her a less suspicious look.]

We have rather gathered that much from our present location.

[electric_coils]

We could figure out ourselves, thank you.

[He "hmmphs" slightly in annoyance, as if insulted that anyone could insinuate he couldn't figure anything out- looks like some things never change.]

[hullo_sweetie]

Nikola?

[Sorry. It's the mustache. It's making her laugh. Hard]

Oh good lord your face!

[eat_me_beat_me]

James?

[jamesholmes]

[Have a confused sounding James here Nora so sorry.]

I'm sorry? May I ask how you know my name?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[...] How do I-- James, you were my prison guard while I was on that loss. I went into your head for God's sake.

[jamesholmes]

[...Nope not sounding right :/] No, I do not recall that, nor do I recall anything called a loss. I am, terribly sorry miss.