[Sherlock opens his eyes and finds himself looking around at a scene that doesn't make any sense. For a moment he's taken aback, but the only outward indication of this is the slightest lift of his eyebrows as his gaze swings around.
This is not his flat. This is not London. This is not anywhere he's seen before -- he doesn't even have to really wrack his brain for that realization. Something to do with the three-headed snake he's currently staring down.]
Have I been drugged? Some hallucinogen...
[Sherlock mutters to himself. Wouldn't be the first time. Wouldn't be the first time he drugged himself either, but this seems different. The snake makes a lunge and Sherlock takes a quick step back, the serpent following. Sherlock is way too annoyed for this, and he snaps at the snake like it'll at all care,] Oh come off it. I don't have time for this!
[Option 2 - Around about the city]
[By now, Sherlock has decided that this hallucination or strange new world or whatever the hell it was, it wasn't going to be over any time soon. It was seemingly real and lasting enough that he probably ought to acclimate himself. The fact that John is here as well has settled him somewhat. But only somewhat.
But idleness will only drive him mad with boring. He'll make the most of this mystery, absurd as it may be. Long coat wrapped close, scarf tucked about his neck, Sherlock is striding through the city and making a mental map of the streets and alleys, the geography of this prison he's currently found himself in. Sherlock alternates between the map on his phone and his surroundings.] Hardly the pinnacle of urban planning.
[And then, abruptly, should you happen to be near.] You. How long have you been in this place?
[Option 3 - Wildcard]
[Sherlock can be found basically anywhere, so feel free to hit him with some other scenario.]
Sherlock Holmes | OTA
[Sherlock opens his eyes and finds himself looking around at a scene that doesn't make any sense. For a moment he's taken aback, but the only outward indication of this is the slightest lift of his eyebrows as his gaze swings around.
This is not his flat. This is not London. This is not anywhere he's seen before -- he doesn't even have to really wrack his brain for that realization. Something to do with the three-headed snake he's currently staring down.]
Have I been drugged? Some hallucinogen...
[Sherlock mutters to himself. Wouldn't be the first time. Wouldn't be the first time he drugged himself either, but this seems different. The snake makes a lunge and Sherlock takes a quick step back, the serpent following. Sherlock is way too annoyed for this, and he snaps at the snake like it'll at all care,] Oh come off it. I don't have time for this!
[Option 2 - Around about the city]
[By now, Sherlock has decided that this hallucination or strange new world or whatever the hell it was, it wasn't going to be over any time soon. It was seemingly real and lasting enough that he probably ought to acclimate himself. The fact that John is here as well has settled him somewhat. But only somewhat.
But idleness will only drive him mad with boring. He'll make the most of this mystery, absurd as it may be. Long coat wrapped close, scarf tucked about his neck, Sherlock is striding through the city and making a mental map of the streets and alleys, the geography of this prison he's currently found himself in. Sherlock alternates between the map on his phone and his surroundings.] Hardly the pinnacle of urban planning.
[And then, abruptly, should you happen to be near.] You. How long have you been in this place?
[Option 3 - Wildcard]
[Sherlock can be found basically anywhere, so feel free to hit him with some other scenario.]